;Leokadia
Morning came only a heartbeat after she had closed her eyes--or so it felt--and she raised her head to blink into the clear morning light groggy but somehow rested. Remaining in her nest she found that she had a panoramic view of the surrounding area from beneath the boughs overhead. Due to this she was able to observe the approach of the lone mare for sometime before she was noticed in turn.
Her small white wings hung carelessly around her, feathers caught up with bits of pine needles and shredded leaves. In sleep she'd gained a smudge of dirt on her pale cheek. The picture was not that of a pristine darling lying innocent in the dappled shadows. She was a messy child alone in the woods, a little dingy and sticky.
She extended her neck to peer up from beneath the pine boughs, her crystalline gaze bold and interested. "Yes. I'm Leokadia." She drawled and then continued directly, "My mother flew. I need a new one." Leokadia gave a light snort, the cold air tickling her nose. She had built a fortress in her mind despite being all but an infant. She needed to solve this problem of motherlessness and fear, sorrow, or babbling wasn't going to do that.
she's an arsonist in her pastime
and i've been burned for the last time