dreamer, every time you stargaze the whole world is lying at your feet
The metal and cream filly followed her father through the forest, a little stumblingly, but otherwise surprisingly quiet – with every day that passed she became more and more used to this terrain, and more skilled in moving across it fluidly. It was more fun than bounding across the meadows of the Playground though, she knew that for sure.
She hears a man’s voice say her daddy’s name and she pauses, looking to see what his reaction would be – but he didn’t really react at all, and Ana found this an easy thing to imitate. There is a collection of a lot of horses as they break through the last bushes separating them. She knows none of them and her light applegreen eyes widen, and she hastily moves her spindly foal legs so that she is pressed close against her father. This is different to anything she has ever witnessed before; her daddy doesn’t give anyone cuddles or nose-boops like he does with her mama, nor does he even properly greet them. On the whole, he is cooler and this worries little Ana, and she buries her face into his shoulder (and Romek turns to nuzzle her fluffy head briefly). That is enough encouragement for her and she watches with wider eyes than before as one of the mares, one with pretty black wings on her back, speaks aggressively, ruffles her feathers. Ana takes a step back, a little uncertain of this loud angry one, intimidated, scared.
She wants to ask her daddy why she seems to have a bee in her bonnet but she is smart enough to realise that this is probably not the time. Well, equal parts that and not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to herself. She waits this one out, anxiously pressed against the side of Romek.
