Boy, isn’t life fun.
Amber eyes peek through the undergrowth, leaves rustle where a light-grey body passes through. Her wings and mane raven-black, the young adult mare moves with more grace than befits her age, but she doesn’t necessarily hide. Sure, she peeks - she knows what you’re all doing this season. Wonders if her dad is making her a million siblings yet - probably - and if her mother finally got over her personal dramas. She had not wanted Llowell, but that doesn’t mean she can’t get over it. In the back of her mind, she wonders if uncle Svedka ever showed up in the Cove, though she thinks probably not. Too bad. Mom could have used some of his… influences.
She stifles a small laugh, and her bright eyes close a moment. When she reopens them, she has left the forest, and makes it into the field.
With all these hormones raging, a lean girl might get some attention, she thinks - hopes, because she needs more than staying at home, more than roaming, and more than whatever the heck all these mares are doing that will get them only more and more babies.
Oh, she knows. She just thinks them stupid for giving in mid-season. Babies are a nuisance. Tähti is just looking for some fun, herself.
has always been within