The forest is essentially her home, where she sleeps at night in the hollowed hole of an ancient tree. The meadow has been her playground, where she has met three friends she holds dear (or four, as she is determined to one day prove to Moonie she is a good friend, and not someone out to hurt her). The tiny girl, probably the smallest horse in Beqanna even when she reaches her full adult height, is on her way to visit the Taiga. The place where her good friend, Gyps, calls home. It's been a while since she has seen the ebony lady, decorated by sky and navy blues, and she misses her. And hey, she needs to travel. See more places. Meet more people (okay, horses, details).
Gyps said the Taiga was on the other side of the forest, and so she was heading that direction. She has a blissfully pleasant look on her small face, all fuzzy and baby-ish. The fuzz would shed away with the change of seasons, but the baby face would always remain. She is young, yes, but past childhood. Anyways, she is walking briskly, her silvery white tail draping over the snowy floor of the forest. As she wanders, her leaked blue eyes are scanning between the trees, so it doesn't take long for her to spot a small cluster of other horses close by. Especially the stallion. Wowww, he is something truly wonderful to set eyes on. A wide smile tugs the edges of her lips as she makes the quick and eager decision to head over and see if they want to be friends.
She comes up to them as the purple man is fluttering his absolutely STUNNING wings. They catch the light perfectly to where it is hard not to notice the way they are literally sparkling. And then he is talking all excited, introducing himself and speaking the names of the two other ladies standing before him. His voice is song-songy and greatly amuses Smidgen. The small girl waits a few moments to join the group, as the purple and glittery man has asked the other two questions and she didn't want to be rude and interrupt.
The chestnut with the lighter hair speaks next. Smidge struggles to wait, in case the blue roan lady wants to speak next, but as soon as she does, the tiny cloudy-colored girl pops out from the cover of the tree and makes herself known. "Hiya! I'm Smidgen! I loooove your colors, Bowie. I wish I had wings kinda like yours!" Her version would be something similar, but different and they would suit her just perfectly. She has no idea if she will ever get her wish, but the girl has dreams and believes that maybe one day, the amazing and wonderful fairies would deem her worthy of such a gift. Maybe. If she was very, very good. And still, maybe not even then, but don't tell her that.
Oh, she gave one of them a compliment, but not the others, and she thinks that might be kinda rude. So she pipes up again. "Spice is a cute name! And, and Anjou, I think you're very pretty too." She beams up at each of them as she addresses them. Gosh, she's just so excited to meet them, and hopes they don't mind her joining them. They all seem nice, each bearing a friendly face.
Smidgen!
Great Things come in Small Packages
OOC: Ugh.. I fail at the short thing, I'm sorry. The next ones should be shorter <3