Ok, i'll start with her finding the herd)
Opal was wandering the plains in search of a herd when she stumbled accros a few horses. She raced over to the one who appeared to be the lead stallion. "Excuse me, is this your herd?" She asked.
Spare wrote:Brandy shook her head. "No need to be afraid of me, little one," she beamed, talking as calmly as she can. She listened to the filly's scared voice and just continued on smiling softly. "Well, dear, do you have a name?" she asked, wondering if that foal could even remember anything.
Rio was just about to ask Sugar what he'd wanted to ask earlier, when suddenly, a chestnut paint mare protectively jumped up in in front of them, with a foal behind. He came to a halt, warning Sugar to stay behind him. "Me? Who are you?" he replied, eyeing both of the females. They seemed to be washed up too, but he wasn't too sure, since usually horses who roamed wild had such colourations.










Spare wrote:Brandy just shook her head with a sigh. She never really liked that name; she was made fun of down back at the shelter when she was a filly."Dante..." she muttered, repeating the name over in her head, memory almost like a gold-fish. She then listened to the stallion's last gentle words, before nodding her head again softly, and turning her eyes over at Rio. "Yeah...he was claimed to be the first on the island. He doesn't really lead much at the moment, he's gathering up some more horses before we can actually study the isle."
Rio stood there, mane flying in cool air, tail tied to his leg. "Off you go," he finally managed to slip out, and returned to Sugar with Indigo and Paint. "Sorry about that, dear. He's one big mess, I'm telling you," the stallion spat out, laughing slightly, light eyes just rolling. He knew the chestnut would probably attract a couple of mares, chestnuts always did. But sooner or later, he thought, he'll be as weak as a twig. "Ugh, anyways, let's get that wreck out of my head."

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