Think sweets, think pink, think me!
I quake in my skin, and after the words disembody themselves from my lips the creatures steps out of the shadows. It’s a male, another one, I dip my head to the ground in a form of submission. I know my place; I know better than to cross a male. I prepare myself for the worst, for the forced intentions, and the needed physical expressions of supremacy by another one of the male kind. More words echo in my ears, and they prick forward with interest and surprise. Pale eyes dare to glance up at him for a moment before diving back to the solidity of the dirt beneath my hooves. None had offered a name before, only Zayn had asked how she faired… something in me feels a tug, and I withdraw into myself a little bit deeper. This is physically expressed through the weight shifting to my back legs. I don’t trust my voice at first, my lips part, but no sound escapes, they close and open again, this time a quaking sound stirs the air around me. I…I’m Nixie, thank you… before I can finish there is another that comes about, I clamp my tail to my skin my muscles tense with unrest.
I stare in awe of her spirit, he ability to speak her mind and treat the stallion as a equa….. lesser. For a moment I back up thinking of running back into the shadows, but my wonder at the actions of these two hold me in place. How would he respond to so brash an action? Would the woman submit to him? What exactly would happen, were not mares simply men’s play things? As she so eloquently put it. She too offers a name, and I respond quickly I’m Nixie, I do not smile, not of yet anyways. Doing so would not only be a strange feeling, but also an ugly look considering I had not done so in several years. My head raises to shoulder level, still hanging low for most horses, but not as submissive as I was prone to. Something about this new mare’s strength bolsters my own. It is at this moment that one of the faeries fly by giggling in the way that they do on occasion. It brushes my skin and suddenly nubs bulge under my skin.
I turn with a gasp looking to them as best I can, even as I look they tear through skin bleeding with newly formed bone. A cry of pain escapes my mouth, bewildered, and scared I watch as it lengthens and thickens until they are fully formed feathery wings. Just as pink as the rest of me, my heart sinks, as well as my head. If the fact that I just grew wings in front of these people wasn’t embarrassing enough, they too were just as eye catching pink as the rest of me. I stand there tender and bleeding, sore and humiliated. What was I to do now? How freakish they must think I am, I cannot look to them to see their revulsion, I dare not move the new appendages to try and furl them into my body, the pain is too much for that at the moment. So instead they lay there against skin and grass limp, useless and pink…. I’m sorry I panic and let the words slip out, how could I have let this happen in this moment of trying to find acceptance into a new home. I wouldn’t be surprised if both of them had taken off after seeing that display.
Nixie