02-04-2018, 01:22 PM
Petal-shaped ears twitch softly in the warm sun, the ryegrass tickling the ends of the girl's dark muzzle. The mare that had birthed her stayed only long enough to ensure the girl's safety at the den. The silver-maned girl would only ever have a fleeting glimpse of her mother before she would be left alone.
She has been left with nothing but the quiet whisper of a name. One that floats around her head on pale butterfly wings.
Philomena
It is a name that means loved. Something her mother hoped another could make her feel.
Despite the weakness, all foals are plagued with at birth, she is beautiful. Light blue eyes peak curiously out of dark lashes. Her tail is a fluff of silver that swats gently at the summer flies resting upon her blanketed rump. Mena twists slightly in the grass, not yet finding the strength to stand.
The girl cries out, presumably for her mother. Though the painted mare would not be returning for her child. Unbeknownst to her, the fairies watched the girl.
They watched her as they watched over many other abandoned children. Children who didn't know what would happen to them.
She cries out once more.
((OOC: This is SHORT because its just an introduction to her.<3))