Summit (Kin)

[Hazel]

It was lucky she was slim.

The path upwards was steep and treacherous - probably only on her side of the mountain knowing her luck - she was the type to pick the wrong path without realizing, only to find an easier way once she struggled through. No matter, it made her strong. Though her body looked frail, her spirit was determined and eager. When she first lay eyes upon the rocky mountains, as she galloped through these new, strange lands, she knew she wanted to reach the summit. She wanted to see the world at a new angle - not for any reason, just because she felt like it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do, or any leaders to follow. She was her own master, after all.

Maybe some would see it as lonely, maybe they would see it as brave, or perhaps foolish of a young mare to believe she could survive alone in the harsh world. Whistler didn't care. She was the wind; she did as she pleased.

Her steps were chosen carefully, each step tenderly placed in front of the other, eyes intently staring at the ground for her next move. The ground shifted slightly, her body was tense, but she did not fall. The higher she got, the more nervous and excited she got - adrenaline surged through her body. It was like a drug - a rush. Danger gave her a thrill like no stallion ever could. Who cared for herds and love when you could get all your pleasure from doing stupid things like climbing a steep mountain, hey?

At least, she neared the end of the climb. She was breathing heavily, the air was cool and crisp atop the mountain. Her hooves clambered, struggling upon the wet grass upon the peak. She slipped, but her hooves dug into the earth and rocks, preventing her from certain death. A grin lit up her features as she pushed herself upwards and, with a sigh and a laugh, she was safe again - and spotted the distant winding path that created a safe path up the mountains in the distance. She knew it, but she didn't care. Throwing herself down, she rolled in the grass was was dusted with fine gravel and rocks, kicking her heels into the ground before flopping onto her side. Life was grand when she was her own keeper.