let it all come out and burn like a fire
She is bored. Which, let's be real, isn't all that unusual. But it's worse today somehow. With Torryn off gods know where (probably sulking) and Haunt doing whatever it is Haunt does, she really has nothing to entertain herself with. It's so bad, she even thought about finding Eternal, but that idea is quickly discarded. She's still practically a baby and that's just... ugh.
Something had ruffled dad's feathers anyway, and she really didn't feel like being on the wrong end of one of his dirty looks again. Of course, it never really occurred to her that she always fully deserved them. As far as she is concerned, mom and dad only ever stopped making out long enough to tell her to be nice to her siblings. Just the thought makes her want to roll her eyes.
She's always nice. Sort of.
Whatever. She doesn't want to deal with them anyway. So instead she finds herself wandering idly through the trees, flitting through the shadows with practiced subtlety. She might have gotten mom's looks, but somehow the shadows still seemed to love her like they do dad (a fact she frequently pointed out to her siblings, lest they forget). She had also found the skill very convenient for snooping. Which is precisely what she is doing today.
At least until a smokey gray colt catches her eye. For a minute she just watches him, boredom and curiosity warring within her. He's a stranger, she's pretty sure. And she's not quite sure whether she finds that interesting or irrelevant. In the end however, she can't really resist. Stepping from the shadows, she eyes him with faint skepticism before saying, "You smell weird."
Something had ruffled dad's feathers anyway, and she really didn't feel like being on the wrong end of one of his dirty looks again. Of course, it never really occurred to her that she always fully deserved them. As far as she is concerned, mom and dad only ever stopped making out long enough to tell her to be nice to her siblings. Just the thought makes her want to roll her eyes.
She's always nice. Sort of.
Whatever. She doesn't want to deal with them anyway. So instead she finds herself wandering idly through the trees, flitting through the shadows with practiced subtlety. She might have gotten mom's looks, but somehow the shadows still seemed to love her like they do dad (a fact she frequently pointed out to her siblings, lest they forget). She had also found the skill very convenient for snooping. Which is precisely what she is doing today.
At least until a smokey gray colt catches her eye. For a minute she just watches him, boredom and curiosity warring within her. He's a stranger, she's pretty sure. And she's not quite sure whether she finds that interesting or irrelevant. In the end however, she can't really resist. Stepping from the shadows, she eyes him with faint skepticism before saying, "You smell weird."
Wrenley
@[voracity]