It turned out she didn't need to figure things out on her own after all. Over the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff face below, well out of sight and so very tempting, the sunset-colored mare received an answer to the question spoken aloud. It didn't necessarily jolt her, but the playful comment drew her attention immediately. Phoebe slowly turned around, her bright eyes settling on the regal looking mare who stood there behind her, a pretty lady adorned with an eye catching headdress. Are all the horses here so friendly?Her gaze shifted briefly in a sidelong look over one shoulder, back toward the cliff, just before she answered. "I didn't want to go over it," she explained with a swish of her tail--such an act was clearly a death sentence--"I just wanted to look." Surely she wasn't the only one drawn to the edge of the cliff, to the beautiful view of the sea that it afforded all those brave and smart enough to get there? Phoebe merely wanted to count herself among those who had.
Which made her wonder about this new stranger, another in a growing list of new faces she had to memorize and name. Thankfully everyone she'd met thus far was incredibly unique and memorable, and by this point she doubted this particular equine would be any different. And maybe--just maybe--she knew how to help the little mare get where she wished to be.
"Do you know how to get over there?" No matter that her words seemed to dissuade against finding a way to the cliff's edge, Phoebe suspected this lady knew more than she was letting on; most of those she'd met so far had all been fairly knowledgeable in one way or another.
