Memories were something that could bring one happiness or cast a soul into eternal sorrow and despair. Why was it that there was exceeding large amounts of the sorrow and so little of the good times? It never seemed fair to the fae how some could live life at the top, never having to worry about a thing while others such as herself scrounged and dealt with the backlash of those above them. Sighing as she knew damn well that there was little she could do about her seemingly endless streak of bad luck she walked along paying little attention to her surroundings. Her mind was lost deep in the endless thoughts that cascaded rapidly around her, a continuous reminder of her many failures and misfortunes. Was it possible to turn your luck around like some people mentioned, or was it a pure myth?

After watching so many things get thrown back in her face she felt as if the world was punishing her for some unknown reason. She had never done anything to warrant such pain and suffering that she could ever recall, why was the world out to get her. It was hard enough to watch the deceitful blue pegasus gain a companion when she had made it clear that she hated the idea and wanted to free all companions. If she had been given the chance to bond with a companion it would have been a life changing experience. What was Ampere planning to do to the poor creature once it hatched from its shell? A shudder ran through her at the very thought, she sure hoped that she would not electrocute it like she had tried doing to them not so long ago. The gods must have given her a companion for a reason, surely they would not put the creature in the hands of another if it would be slaughtered.

Shaking her head to clear away those thoughts her blue orbs caught sight of another equine over towards her left. Stopping abruptly a moment of fear shot through her frame until her mind distinguished it was only another mare, and a young one at that. What was one so young doing wandering the lands alone, should she not be with a herd? Maybe she belonged to the Foothills in which she walked near without realizing it. Making the decision to speak to the young fae she started to walk towards her picking her way carefully through the tall grass. The rays of the sun felt nice against her battered body, the warmth was rather soothing. Her condition was slowly improving in small increments since her arrival in Helovia but at a very slow rate, her ribs still protruded from her sides slightly as did her hips but no where near as bad as before. Her physical wounds had pretty much healed but still the faint scars showed upon her white pelt where the more serious injuries had been.

"Hello there, are you looking for someone?" She said gently coming into earshot of the rather striking filly. A coat like hers she had not seen before but she was glad she now had, it was much more appealing than her own ivory pelt. Managing a gentle smile towards the filly she halted a few meters from the mare not wanting to push her boundaries if she turned out to be an unwelcome guest.


TAGS: @[Cypress]
MUSE: Good
NOTES: Did you want me to tag you in each post or just this one? :)