She liked flying; now it was not just straining her muscles to keep her wings up, and not by her sides. Unlike before, she now could fly higher, through the air currents and back. Her wings strongly cutting through the air, thin but wonderful. She loved being young, she felt she would be young forever. And ever. The girl had been flying for a while, her legs getting tired of flailing through the air. The girl had tried pulling them up, but to no use. They where...asleep in a way. She didn't like the feeling they gave her. Deciding to land, she angled the plumage to the ground, in a tilting way that made her stomach yearn for something like adventure and daring tricks. She didn't really understand this urge, maybe it was that butterfly feeling her mom said she had whenever she flew. Spice wouldn't know. She couldn't understand feelings that other people felt inside themselves. She would probably never feel it exactly the same to what the other had felt. That was why she couldn't say "I understand" during a conversation, because frankly, she didn't. But that is not the point. The point, is that she could never really and truly know what the butterfly feeling was. Even if her mom, or anyone really explained it to her. She knew she would never know how it felt. There where so many ways. Maybe she could ask someone? Hm. Who knew, she would think that was a random question if someone had asked her. But she would answer it all the same. As she glided to the ground, she asked herself a few questions. Do you know where you are? Do you want to be here? She actually, in all honesty did want to be there. One hundred percent. But she did not know where she was. As she landed, she kind of stumbled, but she wouldn't know. Her feet where asleep, resulting in her hurting herself, as bad as she had when she escaped her prison. Bending her back hoof back as she landed, twisting and shuffling as she attempted a more graceful-type landing...and she failed. Stumbling and tucking her wings in at the last moment before rolling all over in somewhat spiky purple flowers. Pushing herself up, muscles tensing under dappled pelt, she finally felt the pain in her back ankle, it was an on and off kind of pulse of hurt. She did not like it. Holding it up above the ground, she attempted to look at it, twisting her crown around to see it's problem. Ugh. Bent and twisted, it seemed to hang from her leg, she had obviously hurt it badly. And in the obliviousness of it all, she was scared. She hadn't even noticed something like that!? It was scary to think she could avoid a pain like it. Although glad, feared she had some weird ability, she realized that she was covered in purple fluff. She felt weird and disoriented then, her mane blowing in a wind she did not see coming (Which she should have). It was what was all over the ground when she fell! The faintly prickly stuff...it was all over her! She looked in pure horror at the violet plant that hugged most of her body. Ugh. Well, this is just peachy. (As her mother would say). In a brake down, Spice huffed, her brow creasing as a faint pink rose to her still foal-like cheeks. She stood, one foot propped up a bit higher than the others, in fear she might hurt it even more if she let it down, covered in purple fluff...And a storm was coming on! Great. Juussstt...greeaatt..? A loud crackle was sent from the heavens. Heat Lightning. They had had it all the time back at her old home, her and her mother. She knew all too well about what this stuff was capable of. The girl, feeling terribly disoriented started to lower herself to the ground. In no regal gesture, she plopped down, a sickening pulse -no, jab- was sent through her body, starting from the new wound on her ankle. It pained her to be covered in purple fluffs, and in a whole lot of freaking pain...and alone in a storm.
She had never been alone in a storm before.
She suddenly felt oh so small.