I was restless that day, and I had been left alone. Mother had gone to work on the wall, as ever, but unlike most days, she had not been able to locate Aunt Rowan to babysit. "Go find some of the other young ones," Mother had told me before departing for the day. The instructions irked me, but at least she had finally stopped calling me a foal. I was almost a year old, I liked to remind her, and so why should I be treated like a baby? To this request, she had ceded, though she still refused to allow me to wander as I would have liked.
It was to the Blood Tree that I went after that, remembering how in earlier months I had enjoyed frolicking under its branches, pretending that the roots were alive. They were monsters then, and determined to trip me; I won the game more often than not, though, and I never truly feared them. Although it was not as fun as exploring the rest of Helovia might have been, it was a place of comfort to me, one that felt of home when I felt otherwise displaced in my herdland. It was Frostfall, and chilly, though no snow fell on our lands. I had heard of snow, that frozen ivory stuff that fell from the sky and coated the land with its beauty, but I had yet to see it. One day, I promised myself. One day.
There was another by the tree when I arrived, a younger foal with a chestnut pelt with legs dipped in white. Her face, too, was decorated in ivory, and from her forehead grew a white horn. She was a pretty little thing, one that I had seen around the herd, though I don't think we'd ever been introduced. Although I had come hoping to spend some time alone and sulk, perhaps meeting another wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she would even be fun, and would help to take my mind from my irritation. "Hullo," I said in way of greeting. "I'm Skysong. What's your name?"
Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
Think think think.
Skysong
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