Reality was a cruel mistress. Leading all her children to believe in petty dreams, getting their hopes up til they almost burst from their seams! She let them relish in their field of flowers and candy clouds, purple skies flying high above them and then her sour, teeth breaking, heart-wrenching fist came down on it all. Snapping them back to the truth of things. Back to reality.

That was no different for anyone, not even Osanna. The dun beauty was a striking image to behold. Her bright blue eyes where always dancing around, looking for signs of other beings that she could flee from. Someone for her strong, obsidian and alabaster stilts could carry her far, far away from. She was never one for social outings or meeting others. No, that wouldn't do. Her in a social area was like seeing a tiger raise a antelope. Rare. If not ever. She wasn't self-conscious. Oh no. She was far from that. She was quite vain to be honest. She knew she was a beauty. She wasn't shy either. She was moreover just uncomfortable around others and refused to speak.

That was why she was here, now, in this forest. Hiding away from the others. She let her body take over surveying her surroundings. Her twin harks swiveled and danced their waltz in their sockets upon her poll, taking in every sound they could. The different sounds of the forest animals, her own breathing and the sounds of her footfalls and the every so slight waff of air from the wings resting at the side of her barrel. She so badly wanted to stretch her wings but in a place like this, it was nearly impossible. Her eyes scanned over once again, finding nothing but trees, bushes, leaves, trees, trees, bushes and more trees. She snorted and flicked her long black tail at her dun flanks, flaring her whitish-pink nasals at the different smells that surrounded her.

But the winged missus payed it all no mind once she realized she was safe. For now. She moved to a quiet pond she had smelt earlier, making her way through the reaching fingers of the bushes and trees, pulling her feathered wings closer to her barrel, and moving slowly through until she was clear. With a satisfied nicker she realized she could now stretch her wings. Without hesitating she spread the tan colored wings out to their full expanse and stretched the muscles and bones and let them stay open as she bent her nape to take a sip of the glistening water below.