You're not welcome in the Falls, you're not welcome in the Beach, you're certainly not welcome in any of the other herds. So, if you're not welcome in any of those places, where exactly are you welcome? You're not entirely sure, in the same way that you're not sure how gravity works or how the rain knows when to fall or why ants also seem to have so many important places to go. Yes, despite trying... almost trying to kind of fit in a few different places, you're still not exactly sure what your place in this world is. And even though you think you know, it seems like the rest of the world doesn't care at all what you think. Because if they cared, you'd definitely be General Oxy the Addict by now.

Oh well.

After your meeting with Rainbow Vomit here in this field, you've been kind of wary to come back. Who knows what kind of hot mess might be floating around here now. Besides, she's looking for someone. And if she's looking for them they're probably looking for her. And then they'll want to know if you know her, and how to find her, and how she's doing, and a whole bunch of other stuff you don't actually care that much about. Except even though you'd rather stay away, here you are anyways, wobbling about not quite so steady on your hooves. Good plan.

Of particular interest to you, as you wobble about, is that you see a reasonably familiar mare in the distance. Her name and position are foreign to you, but you know that you recognize her. She was there the day you hollered at the group for making too much noise and being a general nuisance. Mother of two and yet.... the child she nursing is not one of the two that you remember. Entirely interested in causing trouble today, you decide to waddle on over and stir up some nonsense. “Two wasn't enough, you had to steal somebody else's too?” Except your voice isn't that full of disdain, because you kind of have a soft spot for foals. A little bit... until they're annoying.

Your companion, on the other hand, is very interested in getting to know the child and, because she enjoys annoying you, she flits down to the foal and morphs into the shape of a butterfly dancing about- a favorite form of hers ever since Bellona. Your lips turn down in a sort of frown, but you make no move to stop her... yet.

@[Kiara] Fell asleep writing this last night- whoops!

we all look for ways to make the pain go away