Winds of Color
[ @galeslament || Liked for a starter!]
Hunting had been... Decent, for the last few months... Chrysalis and her hive were beginning to regain some semblance of strength, but the weaker ones- the ones on their way to meet the goddess of trickery- were fading, still. No amount of love seemed to cure their wounds. This thought weighed on Chrysalis’ heart, the images of her sick children flashing like sparks through her mind. They wouldn’t have long.
But, she had an agreement to uphold- so she could split her focus. The queen kept her hoofsteps steady, once more disguised... But leaving a single mark on her cheek, one she’d warned Gale about for the next time they met- a sort of ‘tell’, which changed slightly through each disguise, but could be shed if the need arose. She glanced up to the purple-red sky, wondering for a moment if her children would like to see it. Some had been on their sickbeds ever since they were flung to this foresaken forest...
Even if she was out to speak with a friend, she could not- would not- forget what lay at home once she would return. So, of course, she had intent to hunt on her mind.. If only a little. Part of that hunt this time, however, would be knowledge.
“Oh, I guess that’s the edge of the woods!” She giggled. The queen’s current disguise was meant to be a bit of an airhead, so it would be easier to maintain- no one tended to question the filly with her head in the clouds, after all. “Now now, I wonder where he’s got to...!”
