I have three eyes
Her mother’s first mistake was allowing Marni to watch over the triplets.
If Eyas was ever heard to she could’ve told her that herself, but her dam only quieted the young filly and made her promise to behave for her elder sibling. However, the buckskin pegasus thought, clambering her way through the dark winter Forest, she didn’t exactly say how long I had to behave for. And that elicited a sweet, mischievous smile which bloomed over her darker lips and lit up her little black eyes.
Eyas was… troublesome at best. The only female born along with two other males and since then, she’d hit the ground running trying to keep up with them. Tiercel, her eldest triplet brother (don’t you forget it) was an asshat. With Marni off in the distance primping herself the three children had gotten to talking and soon enough an argument had arisen.
Unsure of how it began, Eyas knew the discussion centered on distances and how far the playground was from Loess. She’d claimed it wasn’t that far, to which Tiercel had very rudely replied that it was and she was stupid; it would take forever to get there. Gale, the smallest of the triplets and undoubtedly Eyas’ most beloved of brothers, had piped up that it wouldn’t take forever if one flew there: to which Tiercel spat that they were babies and, obviously, their wings were useless.
Eyas hadn’t like that, not one bit.
“At least we have wings.” She’d grumbled, knowing it was a mistake but sensing the need to protect sweet Gale. Tiercel had eyed her in disbelief (his lack of the family trait was a sore spot, never to be touched) and then growled in rage before barreling into her for a fight. They squalled, Gale cried out for them to stop, and eventually Marni came over to break them up. “You’ll see!” Eyas has spat at him after being torn away, “I’ll go there and come back before dinner tonight.”
And as soon as Marni had looked away again, Eyas had slipped off.
Now she was lost. Sort of. She knew this was the great Forest because it was nearby their nest back home, but she also knew there should be a river around her somewhere and unfortunately (after what seemed like hours) she had yet to find it. With her multicolored wings tucked close beside her for warmth, she looked up to the left and then to the right. Haven’t I passed this way before? She thought, unsure enough that her tiny hooves held still and doubt began to creep in.
The Forest seemed darker then. She swallowed hard and glanced between the bare, twisted branches, her skin shivering. A sound somewhere nearby sounded like the steps of a predator wolf and she whimpered, softly, before sinking to the ground like a delicate fawn. If she covered herself with her wings and tucked her head into their shadows, perhaps the monster would overlook her and she could be on her way.
two to look and one to see
