Her life had always been a scattering of moments, a chaotic bloom that refused to be contained. She wandered where she pleased, staying no longer than the world invited her, a creature stitched from sunlight, shadow, and fleeting colors. The little girl she once had been had dissolved into something wilder, brighter, and utterly unbound.
Tipsy finds herself in the meadow this afternoon, moving with a languid grace that turns heads without effort. Her piebald coat glinting in patches of sunlight, streaks of neon green flickering like sparks caught in the wind. Her mothlike antenna twitch constantly, catching the soft whispers of grass, breeze, and insects alike. She grazes slowly, savoring each blade, yet her vibrant gaze flits over the meadow, pausing on anything that dares to stir.
Drifting toward a patch of flowers, her hooves brush over the grass with a careless elegance. The petals bend toward her as though curious, the air humming faintly around her. She stops, tilts her head, and lets out a soft snort, eyes sparkling with a mischief that is neither cruel nor cruelly kind, simply alive. She spins on a hoof, mane flaring with neon streaks, sunlight catching the impossible colors in fleeting bursts. Her presence scatters small ripples through the meadow. A breeze lingers, insects hum closer, the flowers lean in, and the world feels just a touch lighter, a touch stranger, in her wake.
(This a lil bleh, I'm sorry lol)
Tipsy finds herself in the meadow this afternoon, moving with a languid grace that turns heads without effort. Her piebald coat glinting in patches of sunlight, streaks of neon green flickering like sparks caught in the wind. Her mothlike antenna twitch constantly, catching the soft whispers of grass, breeze, and insects alike. She grazes slowly, savoring each blade, yet her vibrant gaze flits over the meadow, pausing on anything that dares to stir.
Drifting toward a patch of flowers, her hooves brush over the grass with a careless elegance. The petals bend toward her as though curious, the air humming faintly around her. She stops, tilts her head, and lets out a soft snort, eyes sparkling with a mischief that is neither cruel nor cruelly kind, simply alive. She spins on a hoof, mane flaring with neon streaks, sunlight catching the impossible colors in fleeting bursts. Her presence scatters small ripples through the meadow. A breeze lingers, insects hum closer, the flowers lean in, and the world feels just a touch lighter, a touch stranger, in her wake.
(This a lil bleh, I'm sorry lol)