dreamer, every time you stargaze the whole world is lying at your feet
There was nowhere better to be than following her daddy through the forests of her home, every tree and root and rabbit-burrow becoming more and more familiar with every passing hour. Together, they patrolled and did their duty for their home and for their King (the strange blue-eyed stallion who had requested they all stay here – she reckons they must be pretty important to be requested by the leader to stick around).
She notices the intruder (or rather, almost-intruder) before her daddy does. She draws his attention to it, unsure of the correct procedure. She knew this one can’t be from the Taiga, for she brought the scent of outside-lands with her, and didn’t stink of the damp mist or moss or greenery of their home.
She follows the spotted stallion quietly, and notices as they approach the way he seems to tense up a bit, notices how uncomfortable he seems – despite the fact that he seems to recognise this stranger. The metal-and-cream filly watches curiously as he addresses her, not understanding, not entirely sure what was going on. Perhaps she is an enemy, Ana wonders – but her daddy doesn’t seem… Well, he isn’t acting like she is a threat.
Some more words are exchanged, and her daddy looks at her, although she doesn’t really pick up on the meaning of what he is saying. She gets that there is something he is holding back… and he apologises to the mare, sounds very sad and serious.
Ana’s eyes widen and she looks from daddy to stranger to daddy again; before resting finally on the stranger once more. Almost accusingly, although mostly wary – what had happened to make her daddy so upset? Had he done something wrong? Had the stranger done something wrong? But, if she had, why would her daddy be apologising?
Had he done something wrong? Ana couldn’t imagine her daddy doing anything wrong – he was her hero, and an important part of Taiga (the king said so). Like any little girl, she held her daddy in high regard, almost impossibly high – a fairytale knight, the dragon-slayer…it seemed impossible for him to do anything wrong.
And yet, here he was, admitting that he had done something wrong. And that certainly didn’t happen in fairytales.
