It was cold, it was damp, and Nyx was finding herself more than a little unhappy. It'd rained all last night, and her wings were still wet from the downpour. The softest huff of indignation slipped from her as she tried to unsuccessfully groom them. It wasn't much good; they'd dried partially in the warm, morning sun and now stuck up at odd little tufts and angles. Now she just looked silly. After a few more unsuccessful attempts to make the appendages behave, the filly sighed and gave up, peering wordlessly around her for any sign of a familiar face.
Not that she needed them, really. She just didn't want to be alone. Yes, that was it. Besides, she admired and respected her father very much... even if she hadn't the faintest idea about what her mother was like. That didn't bother her much either. Wordlessly shuffling through the grass, Nyx let her spaded tail flick to and fro, trying to keep the rain-covered plants from brushing up against her flanks.
"Nasty." She muttered under her breath as burrs and seeds from stray weeds managed to dangle themselves in her damp feathers, sneering with distaste before worriedly trying to pick them out. Ugh! They were all over her and she could hardly stand it! "Now where did he go?" Her father, of course--she'd lost sight of him and was feeling simultaneously distraught and offended. He hadn't tried to leave her, had he? She didn't want to be stuck out in the muck all by herself!
