For a mare as tall as she, the underbrush and it's wealth of hidden worlds and secrets were a mere after thought. She stopped being interested in the ground beneath her when her wings finally allowed her to take her first few bumbling strides in a place her feet would not carry her swift and true. Crawling through the brushes, with thistles and burrs matted and tangled in fluffy strands which stuck up in odd angles was something for foals, the smallest of her equine counterparts and other small critters.

      The black pegasus let out a breathy snort, blue and gold orbs focusing on one path and then another, the indecision creasing her brow in fine wrinkles. Perhaps it would be better to just pick one and stick through it, it wouldn't be the first time — or the last, that the large mare had taken a shot in the dark and hoped it worked out. It was very much a core part of her personality, through thick and thin, the good and bad situations that often followed those shot-in-the-dark actions. However, this wasn't just any other time, this was suppose to be her grand entrance back to Helovia, the first hoofstep in her path to her bright future.

       Her thoughts, or rather, her indecision was brought to an abrupt halt as the sound of twigs snapping and small hooves thundered through the thicket. Any question as to who, or what it was didn't have time to register, a blur of white flicked with twigs and leaves broke into her line of vision followed by the young ones elated voice reached her ears. Nephele turned rather sharply to face the small hybrid as she skidded to a rather inelegant halt — the big mares mottled wings ruffled in reaction to the sudden surprise that had turned up.

      Mom.  She had thought she was her mother? The little filly clearly saw her own mistake in the unceremonious attempt to not knock into the larger of the two.

      Nephele had opened her mouth to speak to the small mass of white fur and feathers until the Hybrid opened her mouth first, and was met with rudeness. A frown now etched onto her features as she sized up the filly, her large 16.3hh frame dwarfed her in comparison. Slight and the colour of porcelain, with misty coloured emeralds for eyes, she looked just as fragile as her coat colour.

      "Are you always this rude to strangers?"

      Electing to ignore the fact she had been asked her name, Nephele turned once again to the task at hand, the swathes of black and ember coloured hair moving in the fluid motion and at a tail flick. Surely this little filly could find her way back to her mother now, turning her head so her bright blue eye could peer at the youngster before it became obscured by long tresses. Did children always so rude with irrelevant questions?

         "I haven't seen your mom. I've seen no one in the time I've been here in fact." There was a shortness to her tone, not bothering to try and hide it either. Nephele had never been particularly good with masking her exasperation and ill-temper when it came to socialising with other equines, her mother and her adoptive herd in her youth had believed she would grow out of it in favour of her mothers more gentle nature.

         She hadn't, instead she'd gotten more of her sire's personality than Urania had initially bargained for.

         The other was merely a distraction to her, and rather than spend another minute and face a barrage of questions from the youngster, she picked the pathway to the east of her and began walking. No doubt her mother was close by and would pick her up, leaving her alone was enough to tell Nephele the place was somewhat safe for foals to wander.

         Please let this be the way she silently hoped, taking caution not to let the worry work its way onto her strong features.

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Notes;; fiend! calling her an old bag!