Even alone and faced with a stranger: she is drawn in a way to the painted mare… to the feathery sounds of wings shifting and to the sound of a voice she cannot and could never have known before. Amyrillis is slow to move, a patient creature with wide blue eyes and whose grace carried her as if she only partially belonged to this earth. Still, she is not wholly grown, for she is after all… a filly, and as such her knobby knees and bouncy pace carry her far and fast as she approaches Carwyn with utter astounding wonderment riddled on her face. She peers at the wings mostly: her mouth opening and the small voice hesitant as she spoke only after reaching far enough to sniff at the air near them.
“Amyrillis,” she murmured. “That’s what I was told my name is.”
Sniffling and lipping at the air she seemed fixated on the feathers, her attention paid to Carwyn though as she stood with the strange… glossy black chain wrapped around her neck. “You can fly? That’s amazing… what’s it like? Do you get to see birds!?” excitement brewed inside of her and like a true child she flittered and fluttered: the chain around her neck clunking and the earth around her straining as without thought to her abilities or care for the nature of her being… small pillars of some strange material began to weave together and wrap around her body.
Pressurized and dense the diamond-like material stretched and shifted and spread like feathers that were own before stretching upward and rattling with the sound of clanking and grinding stone of jewels. She scoffs at this: half hopping and trying to take off… but unable. “I… can’t do that.” she admitted. Her ears flitting forward as the materials began to unwind and shift again: forming jewels and glistening stones… becoming trinkets on the simple necklace she’d likely made herself.
With a softer voice she sighed. “Carwyn… your name is pretty. Did you come from the Den or the Mountain? Are you a faerie?!” she blurted out- near prancing around the mare.
when change cometh, she will bring peace at her back
she will not bend to your will; you must bend to hers
@[Carwyn]
