"Where are we going?" The high pitched voice of her half-breed daughter lingered in the still air as the sly mare nudged the charcoal filly forward. The frosted fae's crown was stained with an expression that would turn milk sour. She knew exactly where they were going, but she couldn't for the life of her understand why. It was an impulse, something that pulled her away from the sancity of her prison (the Steppe) and into the slightly warmer climates of the Heavenly Fields. The frozen ground was hardly comforting against her tired daggers, but she did blend in well with the scenery. Not as much could be said for her daughter, who stuck out like a sore thumb against the terra firma. Particularly her wings the sinister vixen thought coldly.

It was no secret to her own mind that if Ghost's wings could be removed, she'd personally cut them off. But much to her anger, the mother-and-child bond was quite strong between them, that was something she had to admit. With a gruff reply,
"You'll find out, Ghost. Now quiet!" she hissed into the little filly's lobes, before poising into a skulking position, moving swiftly through the undergrowth towards where Seiren felt they needed to be.

In the distance the cloudy seraph spotted the silhouette of another creature, but it was too far away to clearly make out what kind of creature. As they rounded in closer, Seiren could only hear the light breathing of herself and the heavier breathing of her daughter. Grimacing inside at what seemed like too much noise, she silenced herself from giving her daughter an earful. Her daggers took her elegant frame towards the figure, and soon she could make it out clearly. Stepping close towards the stranger, Seiren kept her lobes pinned back, and Ghost pressed close to her. She could feel the confusion in the infant's figure, pulsing through her like a struck nerve. And then she noticed that the creature bore no horn or wings. Oh great.

It was one of stunted equines, a lesser creature than herself. She snorted in disgust, blatantly being unwelcome. With a cold, sharp lash of her tongue she acknowledged the stranger, "Why am I here?"

The brute appeared to be the same age as her fine self, and the elegant vixen took note of his mahogany features. He could even be considered handsome if he wasn't a lesser. Pawing the ground with her tapered pillars, she waited impatiently for his reply. What the fuck am I doing here...?


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