The filly is slowly changing colour, lightening instead of darkening over winter - by now she’s obviously no longer black, more of a darkbrown-mousegrey something. Her wings remain the same though - feathers don’t grey. She’s quite happy in Nerine, although to be honest she has been hanging around Scorch mostly, since the ugly bald mare took her in.
Often enough times she is left to venture on her own though. The burnt mare has a lot of other things and horses to attend to, and although the winged girl’s curiosity is never easily sated, she understands that she is here to learn about all of Nerine and not to hang around Scorch like an adopted baby.
She’s taller now than she has ever been, almost as tall as Wishbone. She lacks all other features of a grownup though, it is easily seen that she is still too young to be a challenge to anyone. She only has her loud mouth to compensate her fragile stature, and wings to carry her around and away from danger should the need rise.
Todya she is indeed aloft, and she spots a mare she has not seen before in a colour unfamiliar to her - roan. As the filly descends, she recognizes her scent partly - she is either often near Scorch or must be related to her, but well, in that case she will probably not be very bad company.
Fragile-built legs land on the rocky surface of Nerine’s cliffs with the click of hooves unmistakably. The black wings fold on a dark-gray body, and the filly dances forward with the eagerness of youth written on her every display. ”Good day miss! I am Tähti, from Hyaline! Who are you?” she questions without noticing the milky glance to the mare’s eyes just yet.
the Light you are searching
has always been Within
@[Vi]