A sigh escaped Beatz’s lips, “I don’t know, everything’s so tough.” She shrugged, her wings shaking slightly with her frizzled up feathers. “Why would you say that?” Her colt friend, Heartfire, asked as he pressed his hooves against her wings, trying to fix her feathers.
 
“Being a hybrid of some vicious creature isn’t really accepted.” She told him, looking at him over her shoulders. “Ah, right.” He chuckled slightly as he brushed over a poking feather. “How did this happen again?”
 
He noticed immediately how her ears went back. It took her a couple seconds to start talking, “I was attacked because of my big wings again…” Her tone was almost a whisper as he furrowed his eyebrows, still trying to brush over the same poking feather. How annoying. “Gosh, being a hybrid su- Ow!”
 
“Got it!” He exclaimed as he had her feather inbetween his teeth. “My wings are delicate mind you.” She moved away from him and brought her wings to her face. She started biting down to remove some unwanted feathers. “I can tell.” He chuckled and sat beside her.
 
 
She shook them, causing the wilted feathers to flow away and slowly fall to the ground. She stretched them to their full length as he was staring at how big her wings were.
 
“They’re so big and pretty.” Her cheeks turned red at his compliment and looked away. He laughed and nudged her shoulder a bit, “Didn’t you say you were tired?” He asked her once she yawned.
 
“I’ve been awake for a while; I could use some sleep.” She blinked sleepily, her head feeling heavy. “Then get some sleep.” He whispered as she pressed her head against his cheek, closing her eyes
 
Her feathery wings shook as he was pressed against her right wing; receiving warmth in return. “You know,” She mumbled, “You’re not a bad colt at all…”