When carmine irises had first greeted the rising sun that morning, something had felt wrong inside her stomach. For as long as she could, the frail princess ignored it. Perhaps it was simply hunger? Something she had eaten? But no, it was more than that, and the answer came to her less than an hour later. Some sort of pull was in her, urging her to a place she was unaware of. Gaze flickered down to her hooves, surrounded by a slowly growing sea of blossoms. This was something she knew. Magic had never been extremely prevalent in her life, but since she had been blessed with her own Nayati had started to realize the difference inside her. Sighing, the crimson orbs were covered with long obsidian lashes and pale lids. Focusing, she let her body guide her with the tug leading her wherever it desired. Curiosity was still strong in her young body, despite how far she had matured. For two long seasons she had cared for herself, grown stronger. It was not easy for a filly her age to survive on their own, but Nayati had refused to give up. Life was simply too precious, and whining or begging the gods would get you nowhere.

The Foothills lay close to the towering, ominous surrounding of the Woods to the South-East. Shadowy branches towered high into the sky, and soft eery sounds made others hesitate before adventuring into its depths. Nayati did not fear these woods, but she respected their power. Into their lands she went, a pale ghost in a dark washed world with a bread crumb trail of blossoms left behind. A banner of long snowy locks brush lovingly over the soil, a flash of innocence that seems to hail beauty as flowers bloom praisingly behind her. Within her hairs they tumble, an array of colors in her pale threads that bring attention to the vibrant carmine of her eyes. Wherever she goes, she follows this invisible glittering trail inside of her soul. Something tugs at her, and that something is soon discovered not through her own devices but through two others gathered around what is clearly the source. One is a filly around her age, and the other a male that seems concerned for her. Nayati may have had the ability to feel jealous, but she did not. Long ago she had accepted that if you did not stand on your own hooves, nobody else could carry you through life forever. Innocence was beautiful, something to be treasured. Nayati had to remind herself often that she was still just a foal, but she never let that get in the way of what she learned. Wisdom and innocence could walk hand in hand, though the balance often had to be watched and corrected for the best results.

Moving silently beside them, the tug lessens. Gaze settles on an egg, carefully tended by tiny creatures she actually recognizes. Mother had hated them, but in her land, magic only existed in these little faes. Though they looked slightly different, Nayati could not hold it against them. After all, they lived in a different land than she had. It is then she hears the filly speak, and disapproving crimson eyes turn to her form. Soft voice rings out, sweet as the fleurs that bloom behind her. "Those who merely ask do not always receive. Any creature of darkness could merely promise to look over such an innocent life, and these fairies may be none the wiser. Promises are broken easily, child. Let them decide, they are clearly the current protectors of this creature." Was she foolish to call the girl by 'child'? Perhaps. But Nayati felt far older than her ten months, and maturity often disregarded age anyways.

Moving closer to the egg, she bowed her head to the fairies. "I do not wish to harm it, merely allow my flowers to surround it. This forest is dark and depressing, even a touch of life may aid it in its hatching regardless of its consciousness to them." With the lessened distance her blossoms did just this, surrounding the egg in a sea of color. Satisfied, she stepped back once more with a nod of thanks to the small creatures. Nayati felt rather nostalgic looking upon them, for they reminded her of a time when she was unhappy and fearful. But, they also had been her only company in her old home. Were the fairies in Helovia the same as in her homeland? Bloody eyes turned towards the egg once more, tossing crown to remove the veil of white that obstructed her vision. Though she had told the nameless filly that the creature needed to be protected, Nayati didn't know if she could amount to that. Would she be able to care for it? Would it even desire to be bonded to her, or would it simply be a magical creature born with no ability to connect with an equine? Nevertheless, Nayati stood quietly beside it, watching the fairies and the egg. When the decision came, she would be happy for whomever it chose. "Nobody deserves to be alone, little one," she whispered into the air, eyes sad with her own memories of abandonment. Perhaps she wasn't the best guardian for the innocent babe within the egg. After all, two lonely souls didn't always sing the same tune.