[open] take me to where the devil won't go

[Derelict]

It’s raining by the time Derelict arrives at the playground - a misty rain that turns the whole world into shades of grey. It causes the flames crowning her head from her horns to sizzle and she laughs the first time she realizes where the noise is coming from, shaking her head back and forth to hear it a little more. But then she worries that her flames might go out and she tries her best to shield herself with her bone wings until she can scramble under the boughs of a tree. Once there, the dark filly shakes herself, bones rattling against her armoured sides as she does - another sound that makes her smile. Sometimes she wishes she was soft like Ozzy but it doesn’t seem awful, the idea of being like their mother. Her armour has been hardening but it is still pliable, still a little soft so it can stretch and grow with her. She’s not thinking about that, though. She’s thinking about the rain and how it’s interfering with her plans - and she hisses at it from her shelter as if that will somehow cause it to dissipate and leave her alone.

@[ratty] @[Vanilla Custard] and any!