It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart

As she laid beneath the tree comfortably, the filly watched her companion waddle to and fro, plucking innocent little bugs and grubs from the earth and from tree bark upon occasionally. But Kiada soon grew bored, watching her companion feast. For she was still learning to not lean on her mother so much anymore, trying to feed for herself instead of being so reliant upon the golden Thief for her liveliness. A small sigh passed her, and she began to glance around. Her tiny tail flicking along her flanks, keeping the bugs from getting herself even more so. White rimmed ears, flickered to the varying sounds around her and her companion. It was so quiet and it was so boring.

Standing on not as wobbly legs, she shook the dust from her ink dipped pelt. “Let’s go.” It was a mere mumble slipping from her pink splotched lips. She lowered her head gracefully to the ground, allowing the tiny white vulture to slip up upon her back. She waited until the creature was situated before meandering on further into exploring the woods, watching the way the branches dipped and rose creating dappled light upon the Basin floor. She let her oceanic gaze drift from the sky to the floor and back again before something simply peculiar caught her attention.

Was that a BUTT? The filly had wandered around, picking a random direction until she spotted it. She bounded herself and her companion over to the boulder with a bum and peered closer at it. The body was dappled by the sunlight and as she moved further alongside the mammoth statue, she peered at its face. All the anger previously had died down, replaced by the familiar curiosity of something new. Especially a boulder with a butt. But when she rounded around to the face, she began to recognize it. The tusks that protruded from his lips and the large eyes that set in his face. Her eyes narrowed as she looked upon him. Before when she had met Ru’in, she was small and leggy. Now she had filled out a bit further, gained curvature around her hips and chest while her white forelock and ebony mane began to grow in a bit thicker. She let her gaze wash over the statue for a moment with a sigh. “I guess Ru’in’s fancy enough to have his own statue, huh?” She nearly pouted, speaking aloud to her bonded as she tore her ink dipped head away from the statue. Why did he get one and she didn’t? Favoritism, she imagined.

"Talk."

that she's learnt the lightning's secret—

to ripping darkened skies apart.

Kiada