If asked what is Time? It is without question that the two young mares would have two very different answers. That would not make either incorrect though. SImply put, Ecco would respond with ‘Mother’,but that was for a very different reason.

That, coupled with immortality, left Ecco lacking proper respects for Time itself. Life went on, at least for her and really- what else matters?

There is not enough for her to do to feel that endless existence. Barely anything to fill her need for destruction, and it has become draining to the psyche. Ecco needed someone to crush, because Deimos simply wouldn’t bend. Yet she had allowed him to dig a trench in her heart, to spill her emotions like blood and she lapped it like a kitten to cream- mewling for more. But heat and sweat only did so much for her, carnal sensation was not enough, she was a glutton and greed coursed through her veins.

Call it genetics if you will.

Autumn pleases her, along with Winter, they both drain the world of life and that is something to smile about. Everything came to a proper state in which it no longer thrived. She would help it along, here and there, sending tall aspens to black statues against the otherwise vivid forest.

Against the purple.

Purple

That’s why she notices her so quickly, her mind was trained to find it, something that shouted family, familiarity. It’s not one of them though, upon closer inspection this becomes evident. Oh, but she is so lovely.

Hello? she asks in welcome.

“Hello,” Ecco hums, emerging from the wood like mist, heavy lidded and sultry.
“Where did you get this?” she asks, placing her lavender lips to the girl’s coat. It was riddled with accusations. This doesn’t belong to you, who did you take it from?