She had licked herself clean, she had laid herself on pillowy grass to munch on. And now it was time to move on. The dear Magician had given her, her life back. She could go find her father now. And this she sets out to do with a delighted little pep to her ever fluttering wings. She was glad they did not tire otherwise her teal and black butterfly additions would be completely useless to her.
Turning her dirrection east, she sets out to find this so called chamber, along the way watching others interact was a thing for her curiousity. Who was her father? Would he treat her just as well as that foal was being treated. Or would be be bloody cruel like the nightmare of a stallion over there weaving between the trees?
Every flutter brings her closer, every breath shaky with nerves. He would have to be nice, he couldn't be a mean hearted creep. No her world was all sunshine and roses, she had a mother and a father. Neither could be cruel. Maybe he didn't know that she even existed? Question race through her mind
Every two minutes though she finds her attention drawn elsewhere. One by the creek, two by the trees, three by the little woodland creatures that came out to play with her. Finally she makes it, finally her body can flitter to the ground. Buckskin foal drops just at the border of the chamber, she sees the flamed tree in the distance. Nickering she wonders that the dark void here.
A shiver escapes... what if... no she was just being silly her father would love her. Of course in these moments she completely forgot her legless body and only thought the best of people.
up above the world so high