Just as my inquiry of our destination leaves my mouth -in a jumble of uncertain words- there is an answer produced from the winged mare. I think on the answer and how visiting the heart of anything sounds like a terrible idea. My tiny breath is taken from me as I suddenly stop in my tracks. Only to be coaxed onward by Solaces kind voice reassuring me of food and playmates. Perhaps the seeing heart wouldn't be so bad.
A soft smile finds me as I look up at the mare and continue at her side. That is until an explosive voice sneaks up on us. My rear end tucks and I find my front doesn't keep up, stumbling forwards slightly, I find my footing again in a tight spin. The tiny wings I had kept so near, flare out in a display of fright. My silver eyes rest upon a brown and green figure not much larger than myself. I think of what he had said and it is confirmed by Solace when she greets him. My heart was racing in my chest and so I say nothing. The colt now is looking at me as if I am to respond but nothing surfaces. That is until he says he likes my horns... My what? My smallish profile tilts in confusion at what this thing is exactly that he likes. I look up at the painted ladies face and search for some hidden meaning behind his words. Finding none on Solaces expression I look back to the colt, "You like my what?" Was I to be insulted by such a bold comment?
Solace than wonders if the colt would like to show me around. At first I am unsure, since I do not know if he actually likes me. There isn't much to like and I have little to offer in friendship. I don't have any friends, at least that I remember, and it would be easy to believe that I am unlikeable due to that fact...
Kreed