[Well this is...a change. Honestly, Fluttershy would have just thought she'd been called to the Dragonlands or something, and merely forgot about the, um...trek up, but the scenery is far more, erm...desolate and t-t-terrifying than she remembered. Not only that, but there are far less dragons - which wouldn't be a bad thing, she's terrified of adult dragons - but more...um. Well. She's not sure what they are, they don't seem to want to chat despite her efforts. What Fluttershy has found out is that they're none too happy about her presence in their territory, and she's not about to stick around to see what they do to trespassers.
She's running as far and as fast as her hooves can take her, practically sobbing with each hurried gallop, not at all noticing that her steps are forming a soft bit of frost in her wake, and that the bottom on her hooves have grown slightly white-blue...like ice. She hears laughter, a child's, and sees bursts of flame. Oh, thank goodness! Maybe there are dragons here...and she can actually talk to them, find Dragon Lord Ember, and a safe spot to gather herself. This is terrible...her friends aren't even here to back her up, and she feels so...so exposed and scared and--]
Oh, d-dear...pardon me. Excuse me? I don't mean to intrude, but--...o-oh.
[Well, that's certainly not a dragon. Once again, Fluttershy's not sure what this creature is, but all the one's she's met have been....hahah...ah. Hm. Skidding to a halt, she whinnies softly, immediately ducking her head to look as small and nonthreatening as she can, wings folded tight to her sides. What she doesn't notice is the small, but slowly growing horn on her head. An icicle, by the looks of it. Honestly, the stress headache is probably mingling together with the throbbing migraine from the protrusion, to be perfectly honest.]
Polar Opposites
She's running as far and as fast as her hooves can take her, practically sobbing with each hurried gallop, not at all noticing that her steps are forming a soft bit of frost in her wake, and that the bottom on her hooves have grown slightly white-blue...like ice. She hears laughter, a child's, and sees bursts of flame. Oh, thank goodness! Maybe there are dragons here...and she can actually talk to them, find Dragon Lord Ember, and a safe spot to gather herself. This is terrible...her friends aren't even here to back her up, and she feels so...so exposed and scared and--]
Oh, d-dear...pardon me. Excuse me? I don't mean to intrude, but--...o-oh.
[Well, that's certainly not a dragon. Once again, Fluttershy's not sure what this creature is, but all the one's she's met have been....hahah...ah. Hm. Skidding to a halt, she whinnies softly, immediately ducking her head to look as small and nonthreatening as she can, wings folded tight to her sides. What she doesn't notice is the small, but slowly growing horn on her head. An icicle, by the looks of it. Honestly, the stress headache is probably mingling together with the throbbing migraine from the protrusion, to be perfectly honest.]