1/20/2026, 12:26 AM
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Some princesses don't become queens
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
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Fantasia had been watching her sons grow, how Roman took after her most, and the other... Grecian took after their sire the most. Deep chocolate browns that likely will roan, she often tried to recall what that stallion looked like, but the memories all blurred, simply remembering those beaming red eyes Grecian held today. It was warm to think about, despite this bitter cold that had settled upon them. She was thankful Avon gave them a home, somewhere safe to stay until the two either departed or she decided to leave.
When the morning came, only able to tell by the internal clock built into her body and mind, Fantasia rose to her legs and hooves, ears twitching, noticing Grecian bounding into the snow. A little snicker settled into her chest, stepping out of the trees briefly to watch the young man, eventually following in a slow but high-stepping trot.
Her mane had grown out, no longer a tamed short length, now long and tangled into knots or mats; the colors it once held began to fade, revealing the blonde colors and the black streaks. The necklace she had worn for a while had rusted and broken off one random night and was now hidden inside a tree. The sheer fabric attached to it had ripped off long ago, lost to the rivers and wild life.
Be careful, Grecian. Don't know what animals have burrowed tunnels under the snow.