I am a curious thing, unlike the rest of my family here in the Meadow. Caution does not call for me as I approach the wing stranger. There is an inquisitive expression on my flame licked face as I look up at him with wondering eyes. Even as he spits and sputters flames and smoke, I do not shy away. Fire was all that I knew in life, and it hardly frightened me.
I watch him pace a bit more. Grass turns to cinder all around him, them. When he asks of my mother my eyes roll. "Oh... Uh, we are playing hide and seek," the fib flows from my lips much easier than it should. Perhaps there was more of my father in me than anyone cared to recognize, yet.
"My name is Escence. What is yours?" I ask politely. My blood red eyes gaze longingly at the stallion's wings, "I wish I could fly!" My words are genuine and dipped in excitement. I begin to prance about, speeding to a gallop in spurts, making circles and pretending to spread my non-existent wings before leaping into the air with a laugh...
@Amenadiel
Fire Mimicry- Foxfire, Phoenix-Type Immortality, Fire Wings