{: wounded butterfly :}

Slowly the young filla made her way into the land that was so unknown to her. She slowly trotted in, looking at everything as she passed it by. Perhaps this was a place that she would be able to stay. She slowly stopped, glancing around the land. A soft sigh is placed upon her small elegant features, she didn't have a home or parents but still she dreamed of it. Soft, lurative tune escapes her tiny vocal cords, looking for what ever may of come her way. There were few equine figures in her sight, but she longed to know of them.

{: unknown destiny :}