It was pretty much the middle of the day when the fiery equine entered the realm of Serendipity. She had come far, from the Wild Heart Horse Herd, to be exact. She had skirted the Village, not wanting to be mistaken for a loose horse, and had wandered steadily nearer to the Castle. She entered the courtyard, the sun picking up auburn highlights in her ungroomed mane and tail, contrasting the streaks of dirt and sweat to the relative clean-cut gardens and stone of Serendipity, here she paused, wondering where to go next.
((sorry for the lack of post. >.<))
