Of course, that didn't make it any more pleasant.
With a soft groan, the girl rolled to her stomach and lunged to her feet, moving quickly to avoid prolonging the process. Tears still wet her cheeks as she sniffled once, twice, thrice; but the prickling pain was fading now, leaving her disheveled and dirty, alone in the meadow. She crinkled her nose in disgust and irritation, for now Mother would make her bathe when they returned home, and the water of the Falls hurt more than anything. Well, except for being born, maybe. That had been quite unpleasant, indeed.
Not that she regretted being born. Oh, no, the little princess was far too intrigued with the world around her (however hurtful it might be, at times) to wish her life away so easily.
A voice made her jump, and she twirled comically toward the sound, splaying her stick-figure legs to halt her movement and avoid tumbling right back down to the ground. The voice belonged to a unicorn stallion with a stunted horn, who stood watching her in what she imagined to be a curious way. For a moment, the girl considered running back to her mother (she had been warned quite often about stranger danger, you see), but the stallion didn't look menacing. At least, she didn't think he did.
"The ground hurts," she complained crossly, tiny forehead creasing in frustration. Her voice was bold for her size, rising to defy the illness that had plagued her since birth. She huffed. If it wasn't for that, maybe she would be able to fly already. Her head tilted, her gaze inquisitive: "'f you can't fly, how come you fell down?" she asked about his own experience with the biting ground.
"Talk."
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