Naive? (open)

[Padfoot¡]

Blythe stood alone under one of the sparse trees that occasionally cropped up on the grassland, half-dozing in the early winter sunshine. Her glossy chocolate coat had grown longer and less sleek as the days went on, insulating her from the sudden cold and wind that had smacked the land into awareness of winter; now a thick yellow forelock fell over her hazel eyes as her neck drooped toward the light dusting of snow already resting on the grass. She had always loved the winter, and she was determined to make the best of even the buffeting wind that had swept onto her home; everything happened for a reason, and surely, the mare assured herself confidently, even this would bring something good in its own time. A late bird trilled from a tree a short distance away, causing Blythe to raise her head breifly before returning to her nap.

For as long as Blythe could remember, she had been adored. The little filly had never really been spoiled, but yes, her parents had constantly been a source of love and attention she could count on as she grew up. They liked to shelter her from others and therefore, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise that Bly had been a bit unprepared for the world. As much as she put on her bright, happy smiling face, she hadn’t really known what to do when she had become too old to stay with her parents, and as much as she had tried her best to keep giving out the love she had received when she was young, she received little in return.

ooc: For anyone.

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