Morning rose, autumnal colors reflected in the beams of early sunlight that dappled through the entrance of the den. A soft chill in the breeze came lightly blowing through the den, ruffling the lavender tuft of forelock of a young bay, lavender pointed and winged filly. She lifted her heavy head, milky eyes blinking the sleep away and lavender tipped wings stretched and fluttered. Her usual morning routine, roll up onto her clumsy gangly legs and stretch herself in countless ways before setting out on explorations. Using her wings as a detector of things around her, she slowly walked forward, noting where the wall is with the tip of her wing, following it along until she reached the entrance. Even though she could not see, she could imagine what it looked like outside....beautiful colors, trees, soft green grass, and lots of horses and foals about. Though she would never know exactly what it would look like. Ever.

She hung her head a little, her blank milky eyes felt teary. She could understand why a mother would leave a child like herself here. What pegasus could fly without sight? That, and she was practically a walking death sentence. What mother wants to live in stress and fear having to constantly keep watch and go slow for a blind child that could get snatched up by a hungry predator in the blink of an eye. But, she forgives her mother. She didn't really miss her, there was nothing to miss. All she was was a guiding touch that gave her a few sips of milk and lead her here. Cygnet could not see her, could not put a face to the one who brought her into this...blank world. So, that was that.

Now was her time to begin life in a better way maybe? She wondered if there was some deeper meaning to her existence or maybe her handicap. What if this world was not worth seeing? What if this was a way to let her create her own world, see it as she wanted to. She could create scenes to better fit her needs, like this may be the adoption den, but she could make it into a beautiful land with babbling brooks, big trees with vast canopies where the sun could dapple down onto the ground, there would be animals of all kinds here. But that was her gift. She did not see her blindness as a bad thing, it was good. This way she could literally turn a blind eye to things that are bad. She could make everything good in that brilliant and sweet mind of hers. She could even imagine a mother, beautiful and fair, and very loving. She pretended to follow her around this fantasy world in her head. If only that could be real for her.

What mare would want this lavender dipped foal with wings and no sight….she must look like a brightly colored neon “eat at joe’s” sign.