11-12-2015, 06:17 PM
She was ordinary.
To the left and to the right there were bright and shiny examples of uniqueness. Boys and girls of all colors of the spectrum. Some had eye catching traits like wings and horns and scales. Oh my! Dragonglass walked among the throng on bodies invisible. There was a steady buzz of conversation and the occasional crack of a tail at the pesky insects that divulged upon the equines this time of year. Our girl seemed to only be acknowledged by these vampires.
Dark eyes shift as she steps politely out of the way to maneuver a pair of mares engulfed in a rather riveting conversation of the best places to attract stallions in the approaching fall. Dragonglass cared not to think of the next season yet. She was a girl barely past her fourth year and she knew exactly was to come in the season of dying foliage.
Within a few footfalls she is on the outskirts of the herd. She inhales deeply to cleanse her lungs of the heavy scent of sweat and dung that coexists with such crowds. Pools scan among the faces for possibly one that seemed intelligent enough to hold a conversation worth having and possibly a herd or home to follow.
Dragonglass is an ordinary girl. No fun and flashy traits. She is, however, black. A deep glassy black so shiny you could almost see your reflection in her hide. She can carry a conversation and she can argue a point to the teeth. She does not come with emotional baggage nor does she harbor deep dark secrets. She can't really carry a tune when she sings but she is fearless when asked to be.
It is up to you now to see how special she really it.
covet x irk