Indignantly, she wore the miniature wings and the freckles. She permitted other kits to call her 'tiny', and agreed that she was. There was no way around it; she was small for her age. Smaller than most. Madeline had been much larger than she was. But Madeline had argued that it was only fair, because Ornella had pretty wings. But pretty though they might be - pretty they very well were - they were unusable... they, like her, were too small. And so, she wondered thoughtfully, why did she have them at all? What she had been told was that they - and she - would grow. That she would be able to fly and go places instead of struggling to simply flutter in place.Her wings flicked in thought whilst she questioned whether or not she should bring this entire situation up with her parents. She decided it was pointless, and nibbled at grass contentedly. It only took a moment before she decided she disliked it, and she spat it out childishly. Childishly. It was almost understandable. No, it was completely understandable - she was, in fact, a child.
The small pixie inspected her surroundings thoughtfully, her ears pulled back as she wondered where she was. It had been a long while since she had wandered off from her caretaker - and she had kept little if any track as to where she was headed, and how to find her way back.
Something a child would do. But, she supposed, she was a child. She just wished she wasn't.
