Kida

A cremello filly, she's particularly prone to sunburn on her face and therefore avoids being in direct sunlight during the hottest times of the day. Her coat is a pale golden color, leaving a white mane and tail as well as a star on her forehead. The pink skin shows easily around her eyes and nose giving her an almost albino appearance. Her frame is almost as delicate as her pelt. She shows all the traits of a light breed with a slender face, arched neck and spindly legs. It doesn't help that she was weaned early from her mother's nourishing milk.

Kida is an interesting filly - she has a look and sense about her that she is wise beyond her years. Yet still full of that youthful exuberance so lacking in mature horses. She's a dreamer at heart, nothing is beyond possible in her mind. She's one who wears her heart and thoughts on her sleeve, even though she ought to know better by now. Her past experiences have not brought her down, like so many others, but rather been the example of everything she does not want to become and so she strives to keep a positive outlook on her life and on that of those around her.

The sun was relentless, beaming from high noon down to the luscious meadows below. The herd was quietly grazing, mares dotted along the hillside while their foals zoomed about in rowdy play. They would race around the adults like cones in an obstacle course, always ending near a stand of trees on the outer edge of the herd. A lone mare stood grazing nearby, keeping an ear flicked back on the youngins. They all leapt and bucked and sprang about the treeline. One of them suddenly stopped, staring hard into the woods. A ghostly figure was tucked away between the trunks. The cremello filly raised her head slightly as the other foals finally took notice of her. They drew closer and began to snicker. "Guys, look! It's Kida!" One of the colts whinnied, his voice took on a taunting tone, "What's wrong Pinky, why won't you come race us?" The filly flicked her alabaster tail, taking a few steps out of the woods, but stopping just short of the shade. "Ew, gross, what's wrong with her?" Another filly squeaked, taking a few steps back. Kida dropped her head, feeling embarrassed. The end of her nose and around her eyes was bright pink with sunburn, the skin had begun flaking off. The cremello filly didn't dare step foot in the sun today, for when she was out in it for more than a few minutes her skin grew hot and itchy. She took a tiny step backwards toward the trees, as the foals began jigging around her excitedly, taunting and nipping at her. "Don't touch her, you might get it!" Kida flinched as the other filly sprang away curling her upper lip, she noticed that as the other foals got closer to her, they wouldn't meet her ice blue gaze. Something about the pink skin around her pale eyes freaked them out. They hollered out more insults as they all kicked up their heels and galloped away toward the rest of the herd. Kida's tiny head dropped down toward the grass, lipping the grass absentmindedly, but even that hurt her burnt mouth. The mare who had been standing a short ways away moved into the shadows with the filly. Kida looked up at her mother, a golden palomino, so much more beautiful than she. She could see the look in her mother's eyes as she watched the rest of the herd, a distant, faraway look. As though she were looking through a long telescope at some land a long way from here. Far from the meadow, far from the other mares, far from Kida. "Mother..Why won't they look at me?" The pale filly asked the question in the softest of whispers, but looked directly in her mom's eyes. The mare glanced at her daughter for a moment before looking away again, nosing her roughly toward her flank, "I'm sure you're hungry, dear.." Kida sighed, resting her forehead against her mother's body for a moment. Watching out of the corner of her eye as the other foals sparred across the meadow. None of them looked like her. They were all chestnut, bay, one paint, but even he didn't stand out like she did. Her own mother didn't shine like an apparition in the dark. Why did she have to be so different? Why wouldn't any of them look her in the eyes? A small tear slid down her cheek as she dipped her muzzle under her mother's flank.