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The scent of sweet blossoms and fresh water tickled her nostrils and slid down her wind pipe. Vents flared at the bountiful lushness in the wood as her long limbs of pearl hue picked their way through the foliage. Honey bees buzzed about the flowers in the busy morning, collecting the nectar and pollen that the flowers provided like a banquet. Encia was careful to make her way through the lands without destroying a single parcel, making sure to step lightly and kindly. These were kind lands, untouched lands. Safe lands. For now, she would stay.
At least until some stag came along. Perhaps then, she would be forced to leave. Or perhaps if there was a herd here...she wasn't one to intrude. Encia was never mean or crude. She hadn't even hurt a fly. She smiled at the thought....her, killing something!? To think!
The rays of the sun spilled through the landscape and leaked through the tops of the trees to leave little dapples upon her pelt as she made her way thorough he lands, directing herself to no destination.She smelled water. Perhaps she would go there.
Auds pricked forward and she soon heard the rush of liquid as it spilled into the depths of the pool below it. Sounds were heavy as they filled her dish and her pace quickened. She was made for the sea. Her mother had told her she was made for the sea, always having a love for the water. It was something inside of her that always screamed to touch it, to be near it. The smell and the feeling of it, the sight and the taste....it was all too tempting to pass up. So when her body felt the liquid splash up upon her legs and chest and enclose her irons, she stopped and smiled in awe of the earthly wonder.
Lips sank to the skin of the liquid and her mouth sucked it up in delight. Nothing was better than the clear water. It rushed down through her pipe and into her stomach. She felt the cool rush of it, felt the purity of it. It made her think back to her days as a filly, when life seemed to make sense.
Of course, not everything made sense. She would often times find herself in weird places, sleeping beneath the tree when her last memory had been her prancing around in the fields of yellow daisies in mid-day. But it had never been a real issue. She simply ignored it and went on with whatever she faced. It would be fine to skip moments in life. So what if she didn't have the best memory in the world? She was the smallest and her mother had told her she would always be a bit small...being born so late in the season.
But that was no biggie. So she calmed herself by taking a sweet, long drink from the water.
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