Novel
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Novel is a creature of a different sort, one far beyond the mundane, the common. She is a creature born of fear and pain and ice, of complete uncaring and disregard. But she could not be happier.
Her mother might never love her and her father might have vanished back into the obscure mists of his own realm, but she cares little that fate has bestowed her so. That her beginnings, by any standards, are much less than could be desired or hoped for.
This holds no bearing on her current state of existence. Indeed, she has spent much of it in a bird form, wearing the body of an innocuous black raven. An adolescent one certainly, but entirely less noticeable than her own multi-hued equine body.
What she hadn't counted on however, is the constant solitude. Eschewing the company of her own kind is decidedly lonesome. And so, when she sees the young colt barreling across the meadow in a wayward pattern, she cannot help her curiosity.
Fluttering down from the low branch she had perched herself upon, she hops the short distance from tree to colt, occasionally flapping her glossy dark wings to aid her awkward bound. Halting a short distance from the roan colt, she tilts her head curiously as she fixes one beady black eye on him.
This simply would not do. Would not do at all.
With a huff, she hops backwards, her frame contorting, expanding and growing until she is a small blue and orange filly. With a rough shake, she pushes through the last of the transition as several feathers escape and flutter to the ground beside her. Tilting her head again in that curiously avian way, she offers the colt a small grin.
”Hi. I'm Novel,” she says finally, her voice surprisingly chipper. ”Who are you?”
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before.