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Själ
The little princess flicked her tail irritably as she trotted ever northward, growing more annoyed with each new fly. It seemed that just as she managed to deflect one horde from her pelt, another would attack an unprotected section of skin. It was a never-ending battle and, quite frankly, it was getting on her very. Last. Nerve. It seemed that Helovia was just one huge stretch of heat and humidity and bugs, and she was entirely disappointed by the discovery. She was beginning to see why Mother had left. She still did not understand why Mother had returned. Returned to be murdered. The thought sent a shudder of fear and rage up her spine, and she tossed her head violently to disrupt it. Her horns glinted in the sunlight, refracting little rainbows across the ground every now and then. She used to watch the way the light moved as she craned her neck - but she had grown up since then, and she hadn't the time to spare just now. Even if it was sort of pretty. A girl's voice interrupted the child as she picked her way through the sparse scrub, skirting the patches of snow that dotted the landscape. Her amber gaze snapped up, ears pricking toward the noise, surprised and delighted to find that finally someone had deigned to appear. It was about damn time, considering who she was and who her Mother had been. Weren't they supposed to recognize her? To line up to help her or at least offer a kind word? Remembering her encounter with Snö earlier, she scowled to herself. Perhaps kind words would be hard to find in these lands. But no matter - it wasn't as though she had come here to find love and adoration. She had come for her birthright, and perhaps this filly could help her find it. "Does it?" she asked skeptically. "I was beginning to think that nothing would." She paused in her movement, as though to see if the filly would stop to chat. The princess was surprised to find that they looked oddly alike. It was odd to think that she looked more like this stranger that her own flesh and blood (again, Snö's form crept out from the shadows of her memory), but alas - the world worked in strange ways. Talk. @[Glacia]  |
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