Another day had come once again to the land. Never before had Rosalina kept track of the days. She never thought about it in her barren wasteland of snow. The rising of the sun was just a signal that she had survived another day. Whenever that golden orb of light rose, the little filly knew that she had been given the gift of life to gamble with once again.
Today had been about the seventh day she counted the sun's appearance. Who knew how many more there would be?
Slowly the little alicorn, who grew increasingly curious with every passing day, turned her eyes away from the shimmering sun to the greenery below. With the comfort of knowing that her ever watchful guardian, Juan, was nearby she found herself at ease to sit back and watch the line of ants crawl across the dirt floor. They moved together as one unit, one body that held immense strength made up from beings so small. Such curious little creatures she had found today.
There were very few animals besides herself that thrived within her homeland. Yet it was an easy guess why. Her homeland was encased in a globe with everlasting snowfall. The sun shone in her birth place but it never leant the filly the warmth that it gave her now.
Unconsciously, the filly who had been given the name Princess by her guardian, ruffled the pair of wings that sat unused upon her back. She never learned to fly so for now they simply were used as decoration.
To onlookers the child appeared to be lost in the world hidden below the grass, but if anything was to make a noise close by the daydreamer would become as alert as a deer.
