A mixture of annoyance and pity passed over her face, before she forced herself to look indifferent. He was like her then. Homeless, pathless, without meaning or purpose left in this world. What good was a princess without a nation to protect, without a people to care for and look after? Only a name, an idea, a broken wheel rolling down a hill on its own, bound to break when hitting dead bottom. Wheels don't run uphill. It takes a combined effort to bring back someone who'd fallen so far, and there was no one left to guide her.

They had already given their lives so that she might continue to exist.

A small, chiseled ear hesitantly folded forward, listening to the voice of the malformed stallion. When they were simply standing like this he didn't seem very dangerous, but appearances could be deceiving. Who knew what he might do, if she came too close, allowed him to slip in beneath her protective barriers.
He spoke, noticing her obsession with the wings and questioned her about it, spreading the appendages wide to each side. The sand-colored princess immediately flipped the ears backwards again, snorted in distress and stumbled backwards on numb legs, startled and wary. He was large, so much taller than her already with a strong and able body, and against her slight built and lithe frame he seemed massive, imposing... Frightening.

"P..Pegasus?" she stuttered, struggling with the word that she'd never heard before, uttered in a strange accent that she still had difficulty understanding sometimes. "No, regular... What do you mean? I am who I am, I'm the normal one here!" Struggling to hide the unease that churned in the gut the girl spun around on the rear legs before quickly walking away, her back against the stranger. It was the regal stride befitting large halls, glittering thrones and masses of bowing people, and came not so much from the arch of the neck and the gleam in the eye as it was inbred. A complete knowledge of her own worth, the weight of history and responsibility all but visible on the slender shoulders. It was a tattered dress, stained by blood and ripped, but it was the only one she had. Now she would use it, to depart from this horrible being who seemed to want something from her even though it wasn't spoken in words.

It was unfortunate that she had nothing left to give.