no care in the world; any

[Echidna]

She knows more than she likes to admit. Each world she has come into contact with having its own adventures and perils. The inhabitants different in appearance but naturally the same in nature, nothing ever changes. History repeats. We are doomed. Blah, blah, blah. Echidna has lived with a variety of creatures scattered throughout several worlds, she’s even changed more times than she cares to remember.

Echidna has been many things but here she’s not much. Or rather, she’s plain. No longer with wings and strange patterns and peculiar abilities. She is a simple spotted mare, small and crude and oblivious. Her understanding of the mechanics of this world are limited to what she has observed and that leaves her without much to fall back on. This place appears normal, or relatively like all the worlds before it. There is still sky and ground and other horses. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.

The cold feels natural and pleasant against her skin. She’s at home, for now. Echidna can hear his footsteps crunch against the snow and she flicks an ear in his direction. When his voice hits her ears, the spotted mare doesn’t slow down or acknowledge him. Her dark eyes keen on the open meadow stretching out in front of them.

Besides, he doesn’t sound lost. 

It might have been a while since she last made contact with someone, but that didn’t mean she was ignorant. She can hear in the tone of his voice that he is confident in himself. “I think I should be the one asking you for directions,” Echidna says gruffly.

She stops then and swings around to look at him. He’s nothing special, he’s all mud and grass, it isn’t anything knew. Echidna lifts her head and eyes him. Naturally he is bigger than her, most other horses are, but she isn’t intimidated. Not in the least. 

echidna

no care in the world