Blast it. Blast it all!
The grulla filly stomped back to where she had lain moments before, frustration flashing in her little eyes. Each attempt at escape had thus far proven unsuccessful. She would have to plot yet another approach to the issue. For sure, she was getting increasingly annoyed with the flappy nuisances that forcefully surrounded her each time she reached the barrier to this place, herding her away from the invisible fence like some kind of posse of cur hounds. Fairies, they were called. Puh! Little witches with wings, more like.
What luck she must possess to waltz in here unattended while on a search for her twin sister. The both of them had just decided to give up on looking for their mother, when they too found themselves separated. Now it seemed she would no longer be seeking her sister as well. A deep sadness washed over her, and her throat tightened. Unshed tears welled at the lip of her bottom eyelid. Sensing her distress, a few fairies landed gently upon her skin, barely a feather's kiss. She grudgingly allowed them, reaping what comfort she could from their presence as she dropped herself to the ground once more.
Wallace and Dharwyn were inseparable. Til now, anyway. They did absolutely everything together, and instead of snuggling up to their mother, they had each other for comfort. Not a soul else was required for them to be happy. Now it felt like she'd never find her twin; like she'd never be happy again. She glared, determined. Well, she'd find a way out of here, and then she'd find her sister. And there was naught these flying wretches could do about it.
"You will remove yourselves from my person," she clipped, wishing her glare could burn through their dreadful little wings and keep them from barring her way out of here. They lifted themselves gracefully from her coat, hovering above her protectively. Unbidden, her depression returned at the lack of touch, even theirs. And they carefully sank back down to her.
She rolled her eyes. What rotten luck. With a sigh, she lay her muzzle down and stared at nothing in particular, wishing away her current circumstances.
The grulla filly stomped back to where she had lain moments before, frustration flashing in her little eyes. Each attempt at escape had thus far proven unsuccessful. She would have to plot yet another approach to the issue. For sure, she was getting increasingly annoyed with the flappy nuisances that forcefully surrounded her each time she reached the barrier to this place, herding her away from the invisible fence like some kind of posse of cur hounds. Fairies, they were called. Puh! Little witches with wings, more like.
What luck she must possess to waltz in here unattended while on a search for her twin sister. The both of them had just decided to give up on looking for their mother, when they too found themselves separated. Now it seemed she would no longer be seeking her sister as well. A deep sadness washed over her, and her throat tightened. Unshed tears welled at the lip of her bottom eyelid. Sensing her distress, a few fairies landed gently upon her skin, barely a feather's kiss. She grudgingly allowed them, reaping what comfort she could from their presence as she dropped herself to the ground once more.
Wallace and Dharwyn were inseparable. Til now, anyway. They did absolutely everything together, and instead of snuggling up to their mother, they had each other for comfort. Not a soul else was required for them to be happy. Now it felt like she'd never find her twin; like she'd never be happy again. She glared, determined. Well, she'd find a way out of here, and then she'd find her sister. And there was naught these flying wretches could do about it.
"You will remove yourselves from my person," she clipped, wishing her glare could burn through their dreadful little wings and keep them from barring her way out of here. They lifted themselves gracefully from her coat, hovering above her protectively. Unbidden, her depression returned at the lack of touch, even theirs. And they carefully sank back down to her.
She rolled her eyes. What rotten luck. With a sigh, she lay her muzzle down and stared at nothing in particular, wishing away her current circumstances.
OOC: super quick temporary html hehe. and tag @[Nicole]