storm of the geysers

[zodiac]

Ebony and ivory pelt moves amoung the land. At random intervals a geyser would blow up, throwing a fountain of hot water into the atmosphere with a loud sucking noise. The filly wasnt scared, however. At 2 byears of age, she had just left her herd in search for another.
Kicking up dust the filly cantered towards a geyser blocking her way. She jumped, leaping soundlessly through the air and landing just as it exploded up in another shower of hot water. Stray droplets landed on her painted back as she cantered away, eventually slowing down after a little while.
Neutral as she was, a cross between light and dark, the undecided. Storm never would decide, doubted she would turn dark or light.
She walked on slowly through the geyser fields, ears flicking to show that she was alert.

[||Spade]

Watching as the paint filly made her way almost flawlessly thought the feild of 'water bombs', he decided that it was no longer safe. She indeed looked young, to much so to be briskly running around alone. Breaking into a trot, he swerved around the holes, soon nearing her. Making sure not to get overly close, he snorted, letting his apperance be known. Ma'am, as leader of Amber Fields, I am rather concerned. He started. Why must you be wandering in such dangerous hands? he asked.

[zodiac]

She stopped, standing still as she hears another set of hoofbeats. Optics looked at the approaching stallion, watching till he stopped near her. Ebon harks swivelled to catch his voice over the booming geysers. Head lowers to rub her foreleg, getting rid of a small itch. Its fun. Was her simple answer. Lyrics were once emitted as she spoke again. What is your calling? She asked curiously.