Would its fur be blue like hers? Or deep brown like his?
Would it be quiet and still, like Gentle Grace or more curious? She smiled without knowing it.
Then she stopped.
A fallen leaf rested on the surface of a puddle. Teal watched it for a long moment, forgetting why she had stopped at all. That happened often. Her mind drifted away. She didnt always know where her hooves would take her.
But she remembered now. The blessing.
She blinked slowly and looked around. The path had faded behind her. She was far from where she had started.. but somehow it felt right.
"Maybe the forest wants me to find it this way", she whispered and stepped forward again, eyes open for signs. A broken feather on a branch. A stone shaped like a heart. A vine curling in the shape of a spiral. She saw meaning in it all. This musst be the right way.
