Dark eyes looked between the two others as they talked. Riosin was by far the more talkative of the two sisters, and Akadi was more than happy to let the bay speak for her. While the two conversed the younger sibling continued to sniff at the colorful piles at their feet. Her ears flicked back and forth at them, hanging on every word when she seemed to be letting her attention wander.

In her little chest she felt a flicker of pain. Riosin spoke of a brother, and sometimes of a father far away. Akadi was not so young or naive to believe Siobhan was her true mother, Ailill her father, or Roisin her sister. She loved them all the same, though she knew without a doubt she was different from their family. The feeling inside her, she could not place for she did not know the word for envy. To know who your mother and father were, where she came from, and what blood ran through her veins.

They started speaking of feathers, and the little girl peered over at them again, the uncomfortable feeling turning back into excitement. Joy, at being included again. Her face lit up, nodding eagerly, at the color choices. Yes! Red for Iscariot! Dashing forward, she grabbed another feather to stick it in the stallion’s tangled mane. Her grin was small, and a little uncertain, but still she took a chance and returned to the pile. This time selecting a brilliant blue with her lips she spun to stick it in her sister’s hair. With every step she grew a little more confident. When they looked to her to decide which color would go best she faltered. Looking down at her hooves she sighed at them. Once a deep chocolate, white hairs had started to fleck up her knees. It was hardly noticeable, often able to be covered with dirt, and still it irked her. Iscorioit’s words comforted her to tell her at least her face was still the deep red she had once seen in the reflection of the falls. She looked abashed then the attention focused on her. I… I do like green. Under her red, her skin blushed, treasuring the fact she was being included.