She’s alone and for a filly supposedly her age that must be totally weird. But she grew so - damn - easily tired of the other kids in the fairies’ den, and for good reason. She was an adult, dammit. It’s just that she didn’t want to ask her ‘auntie’ Kag ever single day to fill her belly with dreamt up milk, so she’d decided to go seek out the fairies instead.
Had been way too long of a trek of course, and, now there was a fucking downpour soaking the meadow also. She would have tried grazing today in hopes that if she chewed real fine, perhaps she could go home. But no. There were so many horses trampling the wet grass that all she would be eating was that stinky gore of mud today, which was a definite no.
She was a nice girl though. Sort of. Most days. She’d been raised well. It’s just that this second setback frustrated her; not that she wouldn’t do it again, cuz you know, the other kids wouldn’t have survived in any way at all, but still. Freaking annoying, and on top of it all, she would have to train her wings again. How fucking great that was.
At least the rain fit her mood.
It was then that she heard another, a deep-rooted groan fuuuuck that sounded exactly like how she felt about today. Peeking around, slightly uplifted by the idea of not being the only one being pissed at by life, she sought the man’s face. A grey, pegasus-winged horse. Not unlike she would be if she ever got the chance of growing the fuck up and actually become an adult like her mind was by now. ”Thát’s an understatement,” came her groaned childish voice, giving him an exaggeratedly displeased look.
has always been within
@[Ashhal] so she died in her current Hyaline threead but since time is fluid, here is a babeh