Snippet #1728081

Anwen longed for forests. It was an unfortunate product of the road she now traveled, as the northwestern coast of Centerlot seemed quite rocky. It was a sharp contrast to the part of Avalin she grew up in, which was full of mountains yes, but flourishing wild forests and secluded glens that in a way could be quite peaceful. Here everything was just so…open, and Anwen felt so exposed here. The beach did however, provided tempting fruits in the form of the mineral rich red seaweed, and costal Thespian flower that thrived on the ocean rocks, and worked well as a pain reliever in many of the tonics she made. She had only been in Centerlot for a matter of days, mainly sticking close to the coast as she searched for a road that could take her farther inland. As she had in every land she’d visited, she would visit the small poorer villages that required her help the most, and maybe she would visit a larger town with a market afterwards. As a rule, she avoided cities. Cities had ladies and knights, and all manner of peoples who would likely not want her help nor welcome her presence. Magai had told her that people from cities were strange and cruel people who were not to be trusted. Anwen supposed that was true, it had been men from cities who’d come to their village spreading hatred for Magai, and now she was dead. Yeorn may have taught her forgiveness for that betrayal, but she was not stupid, which was why she never lingered anywhere for too long.

Anwen was just finishing collecting flowers, and had started to head down the beach, when she saw a most peculiar and disturbing sight. There was a man, who seemed injured, and a woman of strange attire standing on the beach, and charging ever closer was some kind of beast, whose mal intent was obvious. From the torso up, it help the appearance of an ordinary man, albeit perhaps a handsome one, but below it had the body of a horse. Whatever it was, it looked angry and dangerous, and the pair on the beach looked defenseless in its’ wake.

“Halt your assault creature!” Anwen cried as she sent a powerful gust of wind that picked up sand like a menacing cloud at the creature, intent on knocking him back, or at least stalling his pursuit.