Dumb. It would be so stupid of her and yet she has done it. Vlinder had found her way towards the field. With the Gates slowly stirring the blue roan girl had been willing to contribute somehow, or at least willing to prove that she wasn’t entirely worthless (like her wings were). Maybe, if she could find some horses to live in the Gates and fight for its resurrection, then maybe, they would accept her. She hoped so, at least.

However, that wasn’t all she hoped for. A part of her – one that she had not yet acknowledged – was secretly hoping for something else. A new chance, a new life. Yes, her parents were great and the gates was home, but Vlinder wondered if she could ever let go of the bad memories that lingered in the Gates. She was sick the looks her parents shot in her direction when they thought she wouldn’t notice, always full of worry and pity, and those who didn’t look at her in such way just looked down on her. A part of her wanted to prove them wrong, both sides, but the winged girl wasn’t really sure about that either. Yet she couldn’t really say that she was ready to look for another home too.

So she ends up standing there a bit hesitant, wings neatly folded at her sides. Her eyes travel around the fields curiously, watching the different equine around, studying them. She had never been here before and she probably shouldn’t, but it was too late for that now. Vlinder takes a few steps forward, trying to figure out which horse to approach. It tis then that she realises that she doesn’t know how this works. How would she know if someone might be fit to live in the Gates, or who wanted to live in such a quiet place while there were quite a few thriving kingdoms around. She hesitates again, head dropping somewhat closer to the ground, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.