Mist and Trinity had both gone off towards the "edge" of the field.  Mist kept looking around, waiting for any movement of one of the other horses.  The idea was brilliant.  In the time they spent waiting, neither of the two spoke.  Trinity was interested in the journey, but not too much of anything else.  Or at least not yet, maybe.  Mist then got up quickly once she heard and saw Willow going off.  The dozing Trinity awoke at Mist's tough prod as Mist softly went into the woods, gaining speed.  She soon saw Willow through the trees and made her way there.  Ears pricked, the mare heard Trinity's hoofsteps.  "Trin's coming.  So... which way are we going exactly?" she asked as they cantered along.

Willow looked over her shoulder, as Mist approached. She gave a qiuck nod to Trinity as the stallion followed up behind her. "I don't know, I think we should head west, but we should wait for Lichen, Bandit and Raven first."

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Lichen thundered through the forest, excitement running through his viens. This was it, behind him, the meadow was going, going, it was gone.

((Fail post XD))

Willow couldn't stop her tail flicking too much, or the way she kept tossing her head, or how her leggs tingled to be moving. She was just too excited. She saw Raven coming through the trees, with Bandit just in front of her.

"So," Willow began, should we head north, or east?" She wasn't really sure what either direction would lead them to, but there were mountains to the west, and she had a bad feeling about going south, that was where the mountain lions lived.

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Lichen looked around at their little group, and couldn't help but notice how pretty the moonlight was, boucing off of all of their coats. We will find you water, he thought to himself, half amused. Lichen could see Trinity standing ahead, and couldn't help but notice how much older, more responsible he looked, standing next to Bandit. Normally, a stallion would watch over a band of mares, while his favorite, most responsible mare lead it, leading the family to find food, shelter and water, and most importantly, helping to protect all the foals, including her own. But this tradition had stopped when the drought started, and they were all forced together. Lichen thought, that just maybe, if they found water, he and the other young stallions could start out on their own, trying to win mares from band stallions. It could be a tough life for a male horse, but at least they were wild and free.

"I'd say North.  In all those stories told, North always seems to be the magic direction," Mist piped up.  "Then again, you've both got a strong point."  She set her gaze up at the moon momentarily, it's shine and glow seeming to give her strength.  It was so beautiful.  The moon always fascinated Mist, and she wondered what it would be like if she could trot on the moon.  Mist looked down again and instead wondered about what faced them in the forest - not what could be in the sky.  "What do you say, Willow?  Lichen?  Trinity?" Mist asked.

Trinity glanced over at Bandit and then Lichen.  He also quickly surveyed Raven, Willow, and Mist.  Everyone was here and everything was fine.  Answering Mist's question, he said, "I'd go East."
Wait.  What was that?
Out of the corner of his eye, Trin saw something shiny.  Beginning to slowly go over to it, he nudged it, but its identity was unknown to him.  He then prodded it with his snout and still didn't know what it was.  It was hard and shiny and sort of clear.  In the daylight he might've been able to see it better.  Turning back to the rest and leaving the ob
ject alone, Trinity's ears tuned in to the conversation at hand.

(Yeah, that's the start of Trin's curiousity and adventurous plights :P )

Lichen spoke up, "I think, we've all  been to the Mountain Top, right? You can see a large forest from there." He finished, as though being to the Mountain Top settled the matter. "And this isn't a magic fairy tale, and north means snow, and cold." Lichen did not like the cold.

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Willow was nodding, and then realized the forest was strangely quiet. She couldn't hear anything, no owls, no night creatures stirring. "Guys, why is it so quiet?" Willow shispered. She shivered, and not from cold, but from the unnatural silence. A silence like this meant there was likely a predator lurking, and Willow really didn't want to encounter one so early into their mission.