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She liked to keep to the shadows as her appearance often brought out mixed reactions from others. They knew who her father was and she was sure her tail didn't help. If only they new that she wouldn't.. couldn't harm a fly. She was used to ignoring what they were doing. Ignoring the stares and the occasional whisper. Why did they pretend to know her so well?

Yes, she was quite skilled at ignoring them. Though she was aware of her surroundings she seldom paid it any mind unless the situation became threatening and usually it did not. The days seemed so repetitive.

However, it was hard to ignore the stallion that had just landed nearby. He was as dark as she but had splashes of color on his wings and some in his hair, almost as if he had flown through a rainbow and some of the color had kissed his body.

Cautiously she stepped out of the shadows and took a tentative step towards him. Not to talk to him, no, she wouldn't dare make such a bold move without knowing the safety of the situation, but she wanted to see the colors. Were they really part of him?

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"Were you kissed by a rainbow", she blurted out at his greeting. Her voice was soft and almost childlike in sound. As she neared the stallion she began to circle him, peering as closely as she dared at the colors on his wings and hair. "I've never seen anything like it," she added a moment later.

"I'm Meera, daughter of Lady Korrine and god-daughter of Glamrock of the True Spirit Herd," she greeted with pride, purposely leaving out her father. "I'm sorry if I came off too forward but I've never seen so many colors so close together before.

She fluffed her own wings which were just tipped in red. Would she have looked more beautiful if she had such pretty colors on her own wings?

"I'm part Angeni," she replied automatically, as she turned from his wings and started looking at his hair. "I'm not exactly sure what one is as I've never seen a real one, but my father.. used to be one. My brothers don't have any wings, nor does my mom or godmother. It's just me," she said, trailing off with a sigh, "but thank you for the compliment, Aurorealis."

"I usually come here and watch the others. I like looking at them. They all lead such different lives and they look so different. I've seen many colorful soquili, but none with as many colors jumbled together like yours. Especially with the rest of your body and hair being so dark. I guess you can say I have a fondness for pretty things, regardless of what form they take." She blushed slightly after her comment. She didn't mean it in a flirtatious way but she did become flustered that it could be taken as such. "I also like to watch the little ones play. They seem so happy usually. What about you? What are you up to?"

"Well, most of what I know, I found out from others. While I met my dad once.. it wasn't.. a good experience. He used to be an Angeni, I guess, but he was not very nice. I heard he did bad things and then they cursed him so that he was half demon. I have his tail... but I am no demon. I am nothing like my father." Embarrassed, she swung her tail around to hide behind her. She hated that tail. She longed for something beautiful like her mom's tail. "I get my my wings and tail from my dad, but they say I look like my mom."

"You have grandchildren? I do not yet have any, or foals of my own at that. But I do enjoy watching them. I do have a nephew and niece though. I'm sorry if I appear rude, but you don't look old enough to have grown grandchildren. Or maybe I'm just not a good judge of age," she said curiously, squinting her eyes to try to get a better look at the stallion. "Is it nice, having children and grandchildren," she asked?

Meera hoped for children one day but she would never admit it. And part of her kept herself from getting close to anyone. She didn't want to possibly put an offspring through the same thing had gone through. If she got a demon tail from her father, it was possible that one of her own foals could end up with one. She couldn't stand to think of them having a lonely life, judged for any imperfections their body suffered from having.

She smiled and relaxed visible when he told her that she was no demon. It was one of her biggest worries and what kept her from approaching many. She wished she knew what he was talking about. Though she did have a niece and nephew and they were all grown up, she hadn't really spent any time around them. So she didn't really know much about foals at all, except how she and her brothers used to be. She wondered if her mom was proud of her or her grandmother for that matter. She hoped so.

"Well," she said with a giggle, "It depends on what you call family. I only have two brothers really, but Glamrock has four daughters and two sons of her own. Her family makes up the majority of the herd and they are like my family too. Then with Ezriel's son and daughter, and my mom, I think it's pretty big. I am the only one that stays with the herd so I don't see my brothers as much as I'd like. I do tend to get out and explore from time to time, like now. What about you? How many children and grandchildren do you have?" She hoped she wasn't coming off as terribly annoying, she wasn't used to holding conversations outside of her family.

She stepped close in an attempt to reassure him, "No, no, not at all. I like hearing about such things. I like to know what's going on outside of my own family. It can feel so confining when you know or experience so little.."

Chitsa was a pretty name, she noted as she let the information from the stallion sink in. Sister, children, grandchildren. No mother? No mate? Dare she ask? She didn't want to pry but he had asked her about her father right? Perhaps she was owed a difficult question as well.

"What about.. the mother of your children?" The moment she asked a worry came over her. Had she been too sudden with it? Not thought it through? Please don't let her be dead, she silently pleaded. That would be a horrible thing to find out from prying. Hadn't her own mom barely survived an attack once? And she herself.. her father and nearly killed her. Such things could happen. Did happen..all the time. Perhaps there was a reason that Aurorealis did not mention the mother of the family. One that caused pain when brought up. She cursed her stupidity, wishing she could take back the question.

Meera nodded though she didn't know what to say. He seemed happy enough though she thought she had caught something in his eyes. A hint of something else? She shook it off as being silly. "Yes, I know what you mean. I have seen that a lot while watching the mares and stallions about this land. Sometimes, you can't make something work, no matter how hard you try." To be honest, that was why she was afraid of relationships. The one thing she wanted in her life was to feel safe and to have some stability. It seemed more and more relationships were failing. Did true love exist any more? Had it ever?

"I am glad that your family brings you happiness," she stated honestly. It might have been a bit cheesy to say to a near stranger but it was true nonetheless. She believed everyone should be happy since there's so much danger and fear in the world. You had to cling to the good moments while they were there and to never forget them when they moved on. "I try not to dwell on the past too," she said in almost a whisper. If she had, she probably wouldn't be social at all. The attack of her father had scarred her both physically as well as emotionally but she always tried to move forward. "The future is what matters, right?"