The filly, a greyish color in the early dawn, had just been dried moments before. When the child's mother had discovered it was taloned, it left her here.. Abandoned and alone. Sure, the fae would care for Tal, but they couldn't let themselves create a personal connection with a foal.

They were too likely to die.

"Mum?" She calls, over and over, relentlessly.. but the shadows did not stir or flutter.. And no-one came yet. She was to be tested to see if she could mentally handle the challenge..

"Mum! Ma..?" She called, but it was merely one of the faeries.. Coming to distantly comfort her.