Her step was almost silent on the forest floor and very soft, her hooves hardly touching it before gracefully rising again. Grace and beauty surrounded her all the time as she swept through. Long hair, white in colour fell around her shoulders to her waist and she stared through sapphire eyes.

It was rare she came to the edge of the forest, or anywhere near it. Often she remained in their little camp, teaching the younger generation, but not now. Now she was staring upon the castle and therefore at the family.

Rage filled her as she saw the many orange sashes draped across the shoudlers of the ignorant children. How she wished she could teach them the reality of her kind. But she couldn't- she didn't know how. Plus, she was already putting herself in danger without stepping into the open.