Ara had a lot to think about now. It made her skin itch which made her paws begin to dance until she finally couldn't take it. She left the small pool under the fall and clambered up the steep cliff. She followed the river at a fast pace, her legs moving effortlessly as she dodged branches and jumped rocks and holes. After a few minutes, and passing the place where she jumped into the river and rode it to the falls, she came to a panting stop. Her body no longer felt overfilling with energy. But it did little to quench her everlasting desire for adventure. She glanced up at the rocky cliffs and tree covered hills and decided at least she could wander that way for a bit and perhaps run into something to do. She trotted forward and fell into an easy pace. She watched the sun work its way across the sky, slowing to a walk after a bit. Besides a hole that seemed to have belonged to a rabbit or fox, which turned up empty when Ara stuffed her snout into it, she had not run into anything exciting. It was disappointing to be honest.
As her grumpy thoughts occupied her head, she suddenly found herself airborne. Her paw, stepping out, found the ground no longer there. For a second her stomach flipped flopped and her eyes stared up at the sky. Her legs hit something grassy but hard and then she flipped over again. Gravity pulled her downward until she landed in a body of water with a splash. She swam to the surface and then to the shore and stared up at the small cliff she just tumbled down. "Well, then," she said to the rocks. "I suppose that could count as an adventure." For as much as the pale yearling loved adventure, she sure did tend to find it. That or trouble. Well, to be fair, trouble always had a way of finding her.