;Leokadia
It didn’t bother Lo that Jayhawk had not appeared to claim her, but now that Ilma had offered the opportunity that hinged on Jayhawks’ agreement the filly was eager to see her appear. She studied the surrounded trees, trying to pick out the direction from which she’d come but she’d wandered away a little carelessly and wasn’t entirely sure where the spotted mare who had adopted her might be. She gave a shrill little whinny, calling out for Jayhawk. She accepted without thinking that her new mother might not come at all. People left.
”No. I don’t know how.” The girl replied to Ilma’s question, spreading out her underdeveloped wings and frowning at them. Her birth mother had been so displeased with those as yet flightless things, and by extension Leokadia was also unhappy with them. ”I don’t think I could.” She admits, vexed. She then folds the appendages back against her sides awkwardly, the motion lacking coordination. In time she would be able to use the wings, but they still had some growing and feathering to do.
she's an arsonist in her pastime
and i've been burned for the last time
@[Ilma]
@[Jayhawk] Please jump in if you want.
