06-19-2017, 03:10 PM
Fiato had never found herself conventionally brave, and as she stood in the den hazel eyes fleeting from foal to foal she fell frozen. Her long legs stood rigid, ears pinned against her slim neck. Some children played around her, others stood like her. Eyes wide, ears pinned, hearts thundering so loud she could hear them hammering against their ribs.
"I...."
She whispered, stepping backwards quickly. the rocks beneath her were slippery, and the quick motion sent her into a spiral, her dark form falling to the ground. Her cry out was soft, almost a whisper to herself. She scrambled back to her feet, unable to stay down for long without crying.
She had no clue how she had ended up here. Her memory fought to retain where she had come from, and with who. Her mother? Her father? No matter. They were gone now.
"I...."
She whispered, stepping backwards quickly. the rocks beneath her were slippery, and the quick motion sent her into a spiral, her dark form falling to the ground. Her cry out was soft, almost a whisper to herself. She scrambled back to her feet, unable to stay down for long without crying.
She had no clue how she had ended up here. Her memory fought to retain where she had come from, and with who. Her mother? Her father? No matter. They were gone now.