They have never felt the heart-wrenching pain of losing something they hold close to them. They are bound together in sibling love (it twines between them like the tendons holding bone to muscle, it is sewn with iron to keep them strong, it weaves along their hearts and ties them together) and nothing else anchors them down. They do not condemn themselves to the soul-binding love of things that can easily leave – such as traits or bone-dancing or flight. As long as they have each other, they are immensely content.
Malfunction’s brow furrows with worry. Despair and frustration is an emotion he has felt before, and he does not wish it on anyone else. He takes a step closer to the mare, concern etched into his features. “Can we help?” He says ‘we’ although she can only see one. But, having been eavesdropping the whole time, the other three appear around the corner as if beckoned by a master. They are jumbled and roughened and incredibly defective, but the concern and willingness to help is written across their faces in plain ink.
incredibly short i am so sorry D: