[private] From far away, this'll look like a comedy

[Narcisus]

It’s okay, the stranger said. I stopped screaming. My heart hadn’t considered catching up to my head since it was still pounding in my chest, but my eyes were wide in the subtle glow of starlight and my mouth hung kind of open. Aedan didn’t look like the demons I’d conjured up in my thoughts only seconds ago, and he didn’t sound the way I thought a demon should. I was so relieved, and yet so terrified that I began to whimper a bit. Tears filled up my eyes, big fat crocodile ones that rolled over my sharp little cheekbones and streamed down the sides of my baby face. I was tired and hungry, lost and all alone out here in the woods, and my imagination had gotten the best of me.

“I, I -” I hiccuped, “- thought you were gonna eat me.” I told Aedan, ears drooping. My head lowered and so did my wings, limp from exhaustion.

Everything was going to be alright. My heart wasn’t pounding anymore, but my legs felt weighed down. How long had I been walking aimlessly in the dark? Where was I? I glanced to my left and then again to my right, trying to figure it all out from the little I could see by Aedan’s light, but nothing looked familiar.

“I’m lost.” I admitted. “Can you help me find my way back to the Den?” I asked the stranger, widening my eyes all pitiful-like. I took a hesitant step toward him, intrigued by his designs that reminded me of Sixteen’s. Sixteen had been glowy but nice, too. I could probably trust this stallion based on that fact alone. “I like your light…” I mumbled, turning shy.