Gently landing in an open meadow, Anas Cyanoptera sighed as she realized she'd gotten lost--again. One would think she knew her way around except because she simply wandered all the time she lost her sense of direction. She instinctively knew how to find her way back to her family, but... well, that was about it. After that, it was all just adventuring. She had realized that it was the best part about getting lost: she kept meeting new people and she enjoyed making friends. Anas' mother sometimes watched Anas with those knowing bright red eyes of hers, and Anas couldn't stand it sometimes. Her mother wanted grandchildren...
Well, her mother would have to wait. She had yet to find "love" as far as she knew, and well, she was content to simply make friends for now. And she loved her freedom of flying. Thinking of flying led her thoughts in a circle to her horn. When she was younger, she thought she had the ability to heal things. No; it was only her father. Her father had explained that her blood was too "diluted" for her to have the ability. She had vehemently denied this fact until she grew into an older filly, through which she learned the hard way. She had let a close friend of hers die because she didn't listen to her father and figured she could heal her friend. In the end, of course, her friend left the real world for the spirit realms of Epona and she grieved and regretted for a whole season.
She would never try to heal someone with her horn ever again. It was a secret she would take to her death, however, because she was too ashamed to explain she had zero magical ability. Sorrow slowly claimed her as she delved into deeper thought. She didn't like being alone for this very reason, but she couldn't seem to help it this time around.
