what does it sound like

L E T H A If the real thing don't do the trick You better make up something quick There's a split second where Letha cannot see anything. A red veil lowers over her ocean eyes, another snort pushing its way through flaring nostrils. The mare's back rounds and her haunches tuck beneath her. All she can think of is to use her height and increase it. Her thick, powerful wings flare at her sides and flap wildly. Her front legs lift from the ground and curl up to her chest. Her head stays low. Suddenly the mare launches herself, head lowered with golden tipped ram horns ready to demolish whatever snapped the twig and was moving toward her. She looked like a demon closing the distance between herself and the intruder. Her wild, twisted, matted hair flew around her arched neck and her wings continued to beat hard and blow smoke and dust around them. The red veil over her vision lifted at the last moment, her brain pushing itself to see what she was about to attack. Gold filled her vision and the mare faltered. "ARG-" She bleated out, her legs flailing and her mind racing as she altered her course as to not hit the incredibly familiar thing. She stumbled to the left, head snapping high into the air and her eyes filling instantly with tears. Her sister--her baby sister--found her. Letha opened her mouth to speak, but no words fell from her lips. Tears streamed down her face, uninhibited, for the emotions that wracked her breast were unmanageable. She took a step toward her younger sister, reaching her nose out toward her. Her body began to shake, overtaken completely by all of the emotions. Her tear-filled eyes asked one thing: is it really you?