The girl has found nothing to do but kick her hooves, drag them on the ground, or wander
around, listening to the glass feathers that clank against each other with every step she takes.
The ground is slowly thawing from what seemed like an eternal winter, even though she spent
most of it away from Helovia, the chilly days that she resented where finally being pushed
away by the warm rays of the spring sun. A small smile on her maw and her long locks dragging
behind her causing the white feather that is just above her shoulder to shift. She has traveled
to the Deep Forest today for no reason at all, but hoping to find one to interact with. She has
been busy lately, this day one of the most boring of them all. She slowed down to a slow, swift
walk, the leaves above her dished dome casting shadows on her glass lined back, a sheen casting
off her glass horn. A small smile formed on her maw, beauty radiating off her in all the right ways.
Although she is ignorant to the fact that she is so stunning, she really has a way of presenting herself
with utter beauty, grace, and her regal personality tops everything of. Giving a light flick
to her delicate dome, her mane is pushed slightly back, and her forelock switching to the right
side of her face. She glances up slightly, her lips curing into a grin as she stares up to the cloudless
sky.


She begins to hum lightly, swinging her gaze from left to right, searching for someone to mingle with.
Thoughts are thrown back to Azarel and Elsa, her sister present with her, represented by the feather
that is just above her shoulder. Letting out a warm nicker, she hopes that someone is around to hear her,
but after a few moments of standing still and waiting, she begins to move again. She quickly forms a few
phrases of a song in her head, and just like her mother taught her, she opens her maw and begins to let her
soft voice pour out, beautiful and perfectly pitched. The song is a folk song she learned while she was away
from Helovia, in a different tongue that had words like "senora" and "senor". The words she speaks are in that
language, which she had learned from the Mare she had met while she visited those lands, whose name was Province.
Images of the black mare tinged with the electric blue glow and beautiful horn made her smile grew wider as she
sang louder, thinking she was alone in the forest, but turns out she is not.

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@[Draeseong]