As I wandered, I met a few, and turned my head from side to side as I tried to see it all out of my left eye. "Who wants to play? Any cursed by fire or ice? My father's cursed by fire, and my mother wants me to love pain the way my father does. What cruel world did the firestars spot my into?" I state or ask with a haughty, delighted tone which is from a slightly sadistic nature, I AM from Raelnyx's line, aren't I? I thought, still wandering, being checked on by faeries; I would send them to the next foal with a "You checked on me a moment ago! Just because one eye doesn't work means I am WEAK!" And a snort worthy of recognition.