*Standing within the foot hills of her home, Wica looked toward the skies above, watching the slowly changing birds flutter over head as she sighed shuffling her own wings upon her back. Well the seasons were changing, the birds were starting to turn white and the wind was getting colder. She hoped that her parents would move somewhere warmer, somewhere, where it wouldn't be so cold and the wind couldn't reach them.*
"I hate the cold!" She whined softly. dropping her gaze from the clear skies to the frosty ground beneath her hooves.
*Her dark coloring would soon make her stand out, where her brother would blend, she wondered why they were so different, but supposed it was only right. They were different in many ways like most animals. Kicking a small stone with a hoof, Wica looked back up toward home, where she was sure that someone was watching her, she headed down from her perch and further away from the hills. She wanted to find someone to play with, it was boring remaining home.
Her mind was set on finding Ocho, but he was more then likely with his family, learning things from them, envying his siblings for being able to fly, but it wasn't all that bad. Her mother and brother couldn't fly, nor could they stop pain with a touch of a pointed... Thing... They were just normal grounded Soquili, shaking many other thoughts from her mind, Wica headed away to find someone, anyone who could get her mind off home and the cold.*
