DON'T YOU THINK I LOOK PRETTY
curled up on this bathroom floor
Her mother had feared for her to inherit magic , at least , the sort that her mother had . But Elain's magic was something entirely different than hers , it seemed . Seraph had inherited it , in some small way , but her type seemed to be far more chaotic . No real roots in anything except random things that kept happening . If she wasn't careful , however , some of it seemed to be able to backfire onto her .
The poor growing filly had already had her fair share of injuries from it .
All four ears flick at the sound of approaching hooves , and she tries to move , wings flaring open in surprise and revealing the shimmering rose gold of the inner membranes as she attempts to cover the flower . She fails , of course , and Seraph feels her heart in her throat for a moment . She'd been told to be careful of who sees her magic , just in case , but the stallion approaching her seems to be ... nice ? She wants to say nice .
Tilting her head just slightly , she fixes her good eye on the other , looking a little startled . " Oh .. erm . Seraph , " she says at first , before her ears fall slightly and she ducks her head down . " It --- it's magic . My magic , but it won't hurt you , I swear ! It -- I'm just trying to learn to control it . " She looks back to the flower a moment , reaching her nose to touch the laughing plant .
She's nervous , however . She's not met anyone else other than her family , and the magic feeds off that emotion , off any emotion , and there's a movement before the plant grows thorns , and suddenly grows larger , lodging a thorn into her nose and sending her back a few steps with a soft squeal . " O-oh ! Ow ow ow --- I --- oh why can't you listen ?! " She fusses at the plant , and it shrinks back down , as if responding meekly . Embarrassed , would be one way to describe the flower , how it wilts a little and seems to lower its bud . " Erm .. sorry , Aeon . It .. I -- " She looks frustrated herself , unable to explain properly .
The poor growing filly had already had her fair share of injuries from it .
All four ears flick at the sound of approaching hooves , and she tries to move , wings flaring open in surprise and revealing the shimmering rose gold of the inner membranes as she attempts to cover the flower . She fails , of course , and Seraph feels her heart in her throat for a moment . She'd been told to be careful of who sees her magic , just in case , but the stallion approaching her seems to be ... nice ? She wants to say nice .
Tilting her head just slightly , she fixes her good eye on the other , looking a little startled . " Oh .. erm . Seraph , " she says at first , before her ears fall slightly and she ducks her head down . " It --- it's magic . My magic , but it won't hurt you , I swear ! It -- I'm just trying to learn to control it . " She looks back to the flower a moment , reaching her nose to touch the laughing plant .
She's nervous , however . She's not met anyone else other than her family , and the magic feeds off that emotion , off any emotion , and there's a movement before the plant grows thorns , and suddenly grows larger , lodging a thorn into her nose and sending her back a few steps with a soft squeal . " O-oh ! Ow ow ow --- I --- oh why can't you listen ?! " She fusses at the plant , and it shrinks back down , as if responding meekly . Embarrassed , would be one way to describe the flower , how it wilts a little and seems to lower its bud . " Erm .. sorry , Aeon . It .. I -- " She looks frustrated herself , unable to explain properly .
@Aeon
