11-01-2016, 09:34 AM
The filly reached the heath the fae remained at. Her form thinned as she passed a barrier, turning into the skeletal self she had been able to escape from. Why do I want THIS back!? Her mind screeched at itself, but she still petitioned. "I come to petition for my trait back." She calls gently, her voice weak. "I do not know myself without it." She adds, after a couple moments, gesturing at her thinned form.