| Her legs wobble the slightest beneath her as the gophers weight is removed from her back, her body longing towards the phoenix’s bright flame and offered warmth -- she has been cold for so long now that she can hardly remember warmth, her body soaked beneath the rains until barely anything remained of the bright red paint she’d worn so proudly on her wings. Her eyelashes flutter for a moment, eyes desperate to close and sleep, but she only locks her knees and folds her wings against her barrel, lavender eyes roaming towards the sea of gophers that had followed them. -- and were starting to tear up her beloved court! The cadet took one shaky step forward, wings flaring slightly to catch the attention of a small group of gophers. “That’s enough of that,” She scolds them with a stomp of her hoof to the muddy ground, mimicking the thumping of their tails to each other, and she can only hope her ‘mom-face’ is as good as her dam’s when it comes to striking fear into the troublesome. “Is that how you behave as a guest?” She sees the gopher next to its sickly brother, as though begging for a treat -- and an idea springs to mind. “Does anyone have something sweet?” |
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
