Where am I?

The little blue orphan had a healthy respect for danger, and a strong want to preserve herself against any further affliction the Rift had the potential to cause. Already she’d been cursed - two-fold - evident through the raw, red rash which had all but consumed her emaciated frame, and the queer way that her hind, left leg dragged, as though it were sleeping; worse dead. So too had she both witnessed and been touched by the living shadow that receded now from the stranger in the small clearing ahead; the seed of separately-minded wings had been planted upon her breast beneath the same swirling portal, and now - having grown to the size of a fist - they fluttered in a blur of black and teal or slept, thereupon her skin. Though the pain and discomfort of this new, hapless existence were more often than not a hefty burden, Eira had discovered some good within the shadowy world here, of monsters and magic, including two friends and the tiny fairy Eriucla who slept on soundly, wrapped beneath the blanket of her downy, rear-stretched ear. As the attractive, winged mare (who didn’t look unlike dear Vynter), extended a nervously stuttered greeting towards her still semi-hidden position, the unkempt waif eased forward, upon her crooked knees. The earth beneath her tread was waterlogged after weeks of endless rain, so she worked hard to keep her balance with barbered wings ajar. With a small, comfortable (for both) distance between them, Eira paused to smile. “Hello,” her muted thoughts gestured kindly, gently, and the sentiment bled equally through her gaunt expression. “I mean you no harm.” She inched forward again, prepared to withhold further advancement if the stranger signalled her discomfort, though if allowed, the frail hybrid sought to reach the soft butt of her dim grey nose forward in a physical offering of peace. Without the art of words, it was the best she had to offer.

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@Sophia