EVERYTHING was so weird. SO weird....even for this place. The feeling had started just after she'd stumbled upon that gathering with the insane god. The fae child had gotten the impression that his orders were not to be disobeyed and, so, she'd made to go follow his requests. But, slowly, darkness had covered her vision as if she were going blind and then literally everything had ceased to look, well, alive. This new home, so vibrant and full of wild life turned to ash and dust in an instant. The voice had told her she must do three things: collect three crystals of different colors, learn something from someone younger than you, and help another take a life. The first two were simple enough but the last one?! What did that even mean? Was she supposed to help someone eat grass, step on insects, or kill bigger things like birds and other animals? Laume didn't agree with speciesism, holding up other living things higher than others revolted her, but she knew it was a nearly inescapable part of being a creature. Muddy, cow pies, she even engaged in it herself regularly, but how did she know what the voice wanted? Would she even be able to do that?
The pintaloosa youth wanders out of the forest and along the oceans edge. Something that should have been so pretty was empty and every creature she saw near it moved like a zombie. A loud, sad sigh escapes her throat. It wasn't the end of the world. She would persevere, survive, beat this. But oh, how tired she was of fighting without anyone else to help shoulder the impossible weight of the world. The tiny ants running up trees back in the forest might carry many times their weight but there was a whole line of others behind them to help carry things when one became too tired or if something turned out to be too heavy. How was she expected to do better, to carry more, to maintain perfect posture with the burdens of life and all its tragedy bearing down upon her slight frame? Laume knew that friends, a herd, they were important. Several horses had been responsible for aiding her in making it through her first year of life. But she didn't have any now. Some seemed to have just disappeared and still others were seemingly too busy with their family to look out for a friend. There had to be others like her!
Nearby, she overhears a group of horses talking about some sort of cave that was just up ahead. Supposedly, the thing was stunning. Well, she couldn't see its beauty now, what with these depressing goth goggles, but anything that pretty was bound to attract many other newcomers. Plenty of opportunity to meet new horses and look for someone to help her with this trial! Butterfly wings loft her up off the rocky footing as she bounds forward towards this new place with all the aggressive hope that youth could offer.
"Speech"
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Ultima
Needed: Foal >1yr to teach Laume
