Follow Your Arrow [Hud & Tonto]

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Lean muscled limbs stretched out easily as the gold and ivory mare made her way through the lands that she had been raised in. Everything about these lands was familiar to her, but now that she was alone they seemed different, almost as if everything was out to get her or show her how very much things had changed since she was a young filly learning the ways of Mother Earth. A gentle snort blew from her nares as she shook her dainty cranium in slight confusion, Cloud Chaser still wasn't sure why she had been the only one spared of her herd. Her gods hadn't communicated with her in a few moons and she was slowly beginning to realize just how alone she was in this world. Of course, she still had Kiwah, but the little red demon wasn't weaving between her hooves today as he normally was.

Today the canine was off exploring on his own, wrecking havoc over the lands like he was good at. Everyone had been surprised when the little painted filly who was born to be the next healer and spirit speaker had bonded with a creature like a fox. But her relationship with the little creature had done nothing negative to her lessons and before long she had become one of the better known healers in the area, occasionally members from other tribes would come to her for readings...but those always made the blue eyed dove very uncomfortable and before long the Chief began rejecting the requests to come see her.

Blinking long white lashes over her baby blues the mare shoved the thoughts of the past from her mind. Dwelling on them did nothing but cause more pain and cover up what it was she was supposed to do, what her destiny was now. Tilting her cranium slightly the mare's spotted limbs pulled beneath her in a halt as she looked around the at the red stones and jagged walls that sprouted up around her. The scents that flooded her naval cavities told her she had stumbled upon some type of herd land but there was another spirit in here. She could feel it.

Curiousity flooded her being as she stood still. Every muscle told her to move, to go find this spirit that had called her into the depths of the canyon, but something deep in the back of her mind told her that the spirit would come find her if she was just patient and waited.

"SPEECH"
[Tag;; Hud w. Tonto]
[Words;; 4-1-6]
[Muse;; Follow Your Arrow – Kacey MusGraves ]
[Notes;; Sorry it's so short dear! It's my first post ever with her, and I promise once they start interacting it'll get longer <3 ]

[Hud]

Tonto's default stern gaze looked down today at a pile of seeds dropped by a canyon plant deep in the ravine. He pawed at the pile, revealing more seeds that had been covered by sand and gravel via the breezes that were so common in Dask. Scout perched atop his lowered head, seeming to wait until Tonto had finished before hopping down to the ground and eating what his equine companion had found for him. "Scout stupid," the stallion muttered under his breath as he shook his head in disbelief. Why was it that he had to find food for the worthless bag of feathers? Why did he let the bird manipulate him like that? It was a comical sight, to be sure. The horse snorted as the bird's beak pecked away. Tonto turned hoof and started along the small creek at the base of the canyon. Scout could follow if he wished.

The white, black-touched stallion walked slowly and with purpose, his shifting and moving only because of necessity. Tonto never took a step he didn't need to. He was the caretaker of this canyon and he devoted his life to maintaining it and his tribe's way. He took great pride in keeping his ancestors' spirits and ways alive.

Tonto continued for much longer than he'd expected before Scout took off and landed right back on his poll. The bird extended his wings out as a sort of visor for his friend against the sun. He knew Tonto appreciated the shield. The stallion stopped at the sight of another. His ears pricked forward, his black eyes scanning the area around the mare for anyone else. It seemed to be only her. Scout let out a loud caw at the sight of her. It was often the bird who would speak first of the duo...