{.Hear My Song.} -- Joining Plains

{.Movement.}
{.She drifts into the new land, nostrils flaring as they intake all the new smells that accompanied her during her short journey to Drumming Hooves. Motion is halted as she reaches the end of the thicket of snowgums that hid her, neck arched and regal head held high with pride. Hesitant step backwards is taken, and a thought crosses her mind that she should turn back.. But then her body takes over and pushes her through the last of the tangled wood and out into the lushious plains. The great big sphere in the skys rays filtered down upon her coat, turning her into a silver stardust colour. The currawongs and kookaburrus chirped and laughed at her, until a great brown eagle appeared, floating overhead, diving and sailing back up with an easy grace. She raises her chiseled head to admire the bird, already feeling quite at home amongst the most of the wildlife. Of course that not including the equines. A soft sigh escapes her lips and she starts to prance, plumage raised, the sweet scent of a mare in heat wafting out. She heads towards a patch of black salees which would hold hardly any cover for her, but it was the only other patch of thickets that she hadn't explored as far as her eyes could see
{.Thoughts.}
{.What future do I have here? Perhaps I should turn back and head for my home.. No, I'll give this place a whirl and we will see what happens.}

{.Description.}
My alias is Nightingale
I have lived through 3 rotations
My pelt is of a silver hue
I am of the fairest phylium
My heritage is of the brumby kind
Everything else will be told in time.