Charlotte had looked up to the sky to see some birds fly overhead and smiled dreamily. What would it be like to not have all four hooves firmly on the ground? To feel weightless in the air and have pretty, colorful wings attached to her sides. She would have white wings tipped with purple if she had them. They would have blue in them too, for it would only be right for them to match her pelt. Her hooves moved along an uneven path and she was mildly aware of skittering rocks that rolled down this incline.
With her head still stuck in the misty clouds of day dreaming she continued to travel the path almost blindly. And this was why she should not be left to her own defenses. She herself was often mildly surprised at how she wasn't dead. Surely Skin walkers and Kalonas would see her as "easy pickin's" but then maybe that was also why she was alive. Maybe they didn't want to waste their time. Charlotte huffed at her next thought..that maybe she was just a slight waste of space? She didn't really have friends...but who wanted to befriends with someone who had the attention span of a goldfish half the time. Granted she could hold her own in a conversation but she couldn't really help but go "Oh that's pretty" in mid sentence if something caught her eye...could she? And just then her hoof wasn't touching solid ground anymore and she snapped back to reality in time to catch herself from falling off a steep little ledge. She let out a small, startled, scream and backed up quickly, her rump bumping into solid rock. How in the world did she get up here?! And would anyone find her? She looked around and had no clue how to get down, what if she fell? What if she was caught by some kalona finally? Her heart hammered in her chest with every possibility that flew through her mind. She was a goner!
