12-25-2020, 12:34 AM
The white filly had been crouching in the grasses, playing at her predatory stalking of meadowlarks and sparrows. Her orange and green shock of a mane loomed like a shark’s fin over the golden stalks, obvious enough for the birds to simply eye her skeptically and carry on about their morning reports. She studied their movements, their comings and goings, noticing their spring plumage had been shed for a more subdued ensemble.
She didn’t want to hurt them, oh no – she was the child of Astarael only at the basest of levels. Her proud brother Persius was a much more enticing subject for mother, a more promising protégé who had inherited her prized abilities. They had shared a womb and little else. Persiphae was the observer, the quiet one, studious and reserved. Slipping away into the mist and woods came easily to her, aided by the fact that none of their eyes were ever turned her way.
A rainbow flashed in the distance, catching Persiphae’s attention just in time for her to behold the tiny globe of pure light form before a filly about her age. It flickered and vanished, gone like a wave against the shore. She was breathtaking, from her dappled gold spots and nearly blinding iridescence to her gilded curls that pooled around her as she relaxed beneath the tree.
Persiphae blinked her green eyes, bright with curiosity yet darkened by reserve. She had made her way near to Empyrea on fleet feet, parting the grasses delicately first with a single hoof and then her soft muzzle. The yearling slipped out into the sunlight to hover just outside the tree’s long shadows.
“How did your hair grow so long?” she asked shyly, her tone softening the bluntness of the question.
Persiphae
@[Empyrea]