The fucking squirrels were at it again. All night they kept her awake, squealing like cats in heat. If the sounds coming out of the holes in their faces wasn’t irritating enough, the bonfires they started were just icing on the fucking cake. Those little pyros loved to burn their little island to the ground. Generally speaking, Sloane didn’t care if they ruined their island, but since her island was right next door, she sure as hell did mind if the blazing fireballs they started didn’t allow her sleep. She wasn’t a night shift person. A girl like her needed her beauty sleep (but not in the sense that she needed to look like a doll-faced beauty in the morning, but more so that it made her attitude a little more tolerable for most folks). But alas, she had stayed up damn near all night and now she was awake and irritated. An irritated Sloane was never a Sloane you wanted to mess with.
In a fitful rage, Sloane traveled from the privacy of her own island in Delumine to a new place that had seemingly popped up in Novus. Hills. Whoever thought hills were a wonderful thing was on crack. The uphill climbs made her muscles burn. Not only did her legs feel as though they were on fire, but it made her sweat which made her mane stick to the side of her neck. It was hot and gross and Sloane hated every second of these hills. And yet, here she was.
As she trudged downhill, thankfully (because Sloane would not go up any more blasted hills today), she came upon an individual that was so clearly angry. It made a snarky smile curl at the corner of her lips. Clearly this mare was worked up quite a bit about some sister of hers. Jesus. Family. Something she hadn’t thought about in a long time. She doesn’t remember her mother or her father or the other two sad excuses of souls that made up the other two corners of her triplet triangle. You couldn’t pay Sloane to think about her family. So naturally, it was quite amusing to see just how worked up over family this mare was.
Sloane dipped into her magic, making her appear translucent. Unless one was looing closely, Sloane was virtually invisible. There was a shimmer to her, as if she was a weakness against a forcefield. But her body colors blended into the background as she came forward towards the stranger. She watched her act out against a harmless statue, holding back the need to snicker. That would only give away her position and she simply could not have that just yet.
Only once the mare had damn near pummeled the statue into dust did she slowly reveal herself to the stranger. Her disguise faded in an instant, her true form standing just in front of the other. She cocked her head just slightly as she finally allowed a chuckle to escape between pursed lips. "…and I thought I had anger issues."…and family issues, but she supposed those could be hashed out another day.
@Sabrina
