Hyacinth found herself wandering into a little meadow. Wildflowers dotted the sea of lush green grass. Her eyes darted around, looking for something familiar. She took a few slow, cautious steps forward before she spotted it again. An odd, winged thing, small, so very small. The bright colors on the wings fascinated her, and she had been following it around for a few hours now. It flitted about, visiting the flowers in the meadow.She stopped a few feet away from it. It didn't seem to like it when she got too close. Previous attempts at getting a closer look resulted in it fluttering away. "Pretty." She spoke gently to it, although she wasn't sure if it could hear. Then it fluttered away from the flower it was resting on, but rounded back and landed on her muzzle. Her eyes lit up and she gazed down her nose at it. It fanned its wings slowly, and she breathed very softly, afraid it would flit away.
