Bold, bordering on reckless. Arsenic doesn’t have any worries, cares, or fears. Maybe she’s a little too bold but it’s not like that matters. It’s maybe the best of Mirage that she’s been able to pass on, imparting the very same brilliance and confidence. She’s trying, though she’s been… different. Different since Arsenic was born. Somewhere far away.
It’s allowed the filly to become better and better at taking her own space. Tonight it’s late, very late, and Mirage is well asleep. Arsenic slips from her mother’s side and into the inky darkness, pleased with herself as she is. High headed, brilliant, and enjoying the cool of the winter night on the Salem. It courses through her veins and fills her up with something… something wonderful. Wonderful and terrible all at once, Arsenic can be all of those things.
It’s unclear to her that she’s crossed the line that separates the Badlands from the Dunes. The folly of a yearling, and who’d blame her? It’s the stars that Arsenic is following, as he longs to get a better view. High atop one of the sand dunes she stands and peers up at them, feeling very small within the universe. Comfortable, but small.
bad girls do it well
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