SCREAMING IN THE DARK, I HOWL WHEN WE'RE APART
"Bluebird!!" Úna called after the blue bird as it soared through the skies of the bay. Despite doing her best, the wily bird was making his escape and she was powerless against his eagerly flapping wings. It was hard to tell if the birds humored the painted girl or if they were really that foolish that they allowed her to catch up in the first place. Or maybe they just didn't care, after all she hadn't actually done anything to them. Apart from chase them and yell at them, of course.
"You're going too fast!" Her white-dripped legs churned beneath her lean frame as she galloped after the bird. It was not unusual for the herd to see the young girl squealing and gallivanting after some blue bird and so she had fled the group without so much as an ear flicked in her direction. "I'm gonna slip," Úna huffed as she began to hesitantly slow her gait.
Finally she halted and dropped her head, chilled-breaths billowing sky high like smoke from her quivering nostrils. "Blue?" Úna flattened her ears as she lifted her head, dark eyes scanning the immediate area. "Oh, he's gone." Her lip quivered but she shook her head. She wasn't going to cry! They could always play later. Instead she took the time to catch her breath before returning to the herd. Or at least, that was the plan.
"Can anyone help me? Please?"
Úna's ears pricked as she threw her head up. Her growing, but still rather stumpy, tail slammed against her frostbitten haunches. "Someone needs help, Bl—" She turned her head in the direction the bird had vanished. "You're gone. Right. Jerk." She muttered under her breath before picking up a trot and heading for the unfamiliar voice.
The young girl slows to a walk as she approaches, cocking her head to the side when the other filly came into view. "Who are you?" Úna considered herself the first line of defense for the herd...at least during the games she played, and this was perfect practice. She arched her lean neck and tried to puff herself up to look as powerful and intimidating as Fell did.
"What's wrong with your foot?" There was one major difference between Úna and Fell. Úna just wouldn't shut up. "I don't remember seeing you here before. Who are you? What's your name?" Question after question after question. She suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be protecting the herd and stomped a hoof, flattening her small ears against the growing curl of her mane. "You're trespassing." |
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