Bored.

Yup, that just about covered it.

Everything around her was moving and shifting, everyone growing into the roles they were meant to play. The Earth God had appeared one day, naming Isopia (a mare who the little lightning girl had previously known only as 'the Mountain that Knows') as Czarina. Who had it been before that? In all honesty, Aleta hadn't paid all that much attention to their leaders after her father had stepped down. She hadn't paid much attention to anything in the herd lately, not since before her excursion to the Dragon's Throat and its dramatic aftermath.

And besides, what was she supposed to do? She was almost a yearling, but that wasn't old enough to do anything important. She didn't even like being around other horses most of the time. She didn't want to apprentice with anyone in particular, except for maybe her father. But he was a warrior, and she was decidedly not. Watching him spar a handful of times had made her wince - and any blows landed on her would be even worse, given that even the lightest touch felt like fire in her veins. And besides Kaj, who was there? She knew some faces in the herd, might have caught a couple of names. She knew what the jobs were, but she hadn't a clue who filled them. She wasn't a crafter (that was Sohalia's specialty, and at the moment, Aleta was avoiding any thoughts of the ivory pegasus who had abandoned her). She wasn't a healer (blood was not her thing). She wasn't anything.

So she was bored.

It was a chilly morning, and Aleta already lamented the departure of the Tallsun warmth. She absolutely hated the cold and all the came with it. It seemed just yesterday that she was a newborn, struggling though the snow and wincing at each flake that dusted her hide. Suddenly, it made a lot more sense that Sohalia had moved back to the Dragon's Throat. At least there it was warm. Her nose wrinkled in disdain as her bi-colored eyes surveyed the frost that had come in the night. Ugh.

But there was one bright point to the morning, and that was a rather large radius of shifting reality centered on a dark-colored filly not much older than Aleta. The little lightning girl approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb the other girl's concentration - not when the scenes she depicted were so lovely. It wasn't until a frustrated sigh reached Aleta's ears and the images blipped into nothingness that she stepped forward. "Hi!" the lightning girl exclaimed. "That was so cool!"

"Talk."