“Why…why are you telling me this?” the voice was clearly uncertain, and she assumed they were undoubtedly nervous.
She raised her head from its slumped position, her vision partly blurred from her unkempt mane falling before it.
The voice came from the only slit in the steel door that was the gateway to her cell, the pony standing somewhere outside it asking the still unanswered question.
She didn’t answer immediately.
Her eyes trailed upward, her head leaning back and causing a slack in her chains, the metal links rattling against one another, their echo rising toward the only source of light her prison offered.
A small pinprick high above her, the distance immeasurable to her chained self, was the only glimpse she had of sunlight, the light source quite notable in her confined chute of a cell.
Chrysalis blinked under its rather minuscule glare, finding its strength more powerful than she anticipated.
She remained like that for a few minutes, perhaps longer.
A small trail of water eased its way down her cheek, finally dropping onto the unforgiving earthen floor without notice.
Strange.
She didn’t think the rain made it down here.