The sunlight shown down through the canopy, making the spring ever more evident. The air was warm, moist. It felt good compared to the hard winter she had experienced here. The birds quieted down, and instantly she froze, leaning backwards a bit. Her grey coat didn't blend against the green shoots at all. This was the wrong place to be. Then the chorus picked up again, and she relaxed a bit. She didn't run because of fear, or her past. She ran because she liked to. Staying in one place meant you weren't free. She had been locked down for too long. Royale they called her, but she couldn't figure out why. She wasn't royal, nor did she look it. Her legs never tired, but by this point, she was tired of walking. Mentally. She wasn't paying attention, and almost walked right into another horse. It had a odd face marking and a heart on it's rump. Well. If this doesn't beat all. she thought.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" She exclaimed, startling herself by her volume.
"I'm Royale." She lowered her voice out of her almost scream