Through the sky the she flew. High above the clouds. Mindlessly releasing any built stress throughout her soul. Emptying any hurt within her emotions, or the possible confusion she may cause herself. Avira replayed the memories of her mother. The mom she deeply missed and truly wished she could see again. Avira knew that the sight of her mother would never be delivered, for that would mean her mother would have followed her here. Her mother wouldn't do that. She wouldn't leave, well more like couldn't. All because of Avira and her mother's odd colorations the two were treated like complete and total strangers within their own home. Treated as if they were slaves with nothing good to ever come from them. Deemed worthless and disgusting. Pushed around and made fun of. The art on the mustangs form was pure beauty. Difference that they couldn't handle. Electric blue eyes would hold this opinion with deep regard when she would look upon someone else.
It was the clouds that never judged her. No they gave her comfort when she felt lonely. Down in the dumps. Low on the chain. Abyss, she remembered him. The dark stories he told her. Extreme tense feelings growing between the two but now as far as she flies, as low as she goes, wherever she travels... he is no where to be found. Lost in the endless grey of nothing. Probably disgusted with her as much as the rest. It hurt her even more. Today she fell into a depressed state. Sorrowful tears quietly dancing down her cheeks. Wings tilted down and she began to fall from the sky. Within moments she folded them up. Like a bullet she dived down. Unknowingly above Phaedra and Birch. The whirling wind deafening her ears. A chill of the air smashed her face harshly. Tears drying roughly. Lips parted with force.
Her blue eyes caught the forms of two beings, distant and tiny, but still there. To refrain from any further foolish acts she unfolded her wings. Slowing the fall but still she descended. Hovering and leaning to the left she circled the two. A feeling of guilt and sorrow surrounded her. Affecting the landing she normally made, blue hooves instead of smoothly flowing with the earth collided with a thud, and she stomped the ground roughly. Carelessly as to any damage it would cause her internally. Though her form was sturdy and muscular, such a hard hit with as much force behind her could easily fracture a bone if weak enough or the landing was hit just right. Neither Birch nor Phaedra was speaking, it was silent. Avira felt odd and once again foolish. Maybe they quit speaking because of what she was.
Then again, what was that on Birch. A tree? Yes a tree. A literal tree growing on him. Sprouting at the shoulder but growing from his legs. Like the seed was planted right in his chest cavity, as if the roots grew outside and spiraled down his leg. White eyes with splashes of other color. Red around the fetlocks area. He couldn't judge. He had no room to do such. Avira was honestly thrilled that someone was just as different, if not even more unique, than her. Even though it did not alter her mood of sorrow. Pitiful darkness brewing like a storm around her entire body. Two-toned brown body quietly shifting to one side, relaxing with interest. Tail feathers ruffled in invisible annoyance, blue hooves grounded to the rock. "Since no one wants to go first, I'm Avira." a lick of sarcasm on her tongue but there was care and grace more evident in her voice. She was kind and her blue eyes, even in hurt, showed the most obvious signs of unconditional love.
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Barking up the Wrong Tree [Phaedra, Avira]
