the road less traveled
Unaware of the others for the moment, Willoughby wandered along the beach. She, as per usual, had her head in the clouds. Voices lifted from a distance away but she kept toward them, curious and hoping for company. Sometimes she was bored. Sometimes she was lonely. Most of the time she was inquisitive. It would get her into trouble one day.
Peeking around a rocky crop, she spotted the form of a young lady. They were nosing along the sand, looking at the pretty shells littered around the beach. Willoughby would note a second smell upon the wind, much older than both girls, and resisted approaching the older one. She was closer to the mare anyway.
"Hello" she would say, not a burst but a gentle drift. She pinned her wings against her sides as she walked a bit closer, stopping in case the mare was skittish. "looking for shells?"
@Jane / speaks / ty for starting!
