ashes, ashes,
we. all. fall. down.
“Ugly?!” Leokadia says in a lazy indignant way, sitting up part way to glare at the green mare. The filly snorts, and a fine fan of red disappears into the snow near her face. “No uglier than you.” She adds primly and stands, shaking her unadorned neck and then planting her pink hooves. So much for cooling off in the snow if every freakishly colored odd talking horse is going to try to graze right over her.
Leokadia is used to being fawned over by strange mares, usually they want to talk to her and ask here where her mother is and admire her pretty pale coat. She narrows her eyes, wondering why this one is so different. Schooling her face into stillness, and eyes into the empty innocence of a child’s she steps one, then two steps closer to the stranger. “Why do you think I’m ugly?” She asks, her voice taking on a delicate timbre, her lips tilting toward a pout at the end of the question.
She does like to play the strangest games.
Leokadia
@[Maiko]