Born and raised in Canterlot, I'm a unicorn of high prestige. But, my mother shuns me despite not letting me go for the pegusi blood in my veins. She calls me the family embarrassment for my too fluffy fur, slightly unmatching colors, not long enough horn, and my ridiculous cutie mark. I try to escape, but it seems that she's everywhere, tightening the metaphorical leash on me. Can I make it out? Or am I doomed to have permanent wing envy?
it's a beautiful story keep up the great work
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Thank you!! :D
Cute story so far, keep it up.
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A strong start! I'll be keeping an eye on this one, so please keep up the good work!
A unique and interesting concept with great execution. I like how she discovers her magic and also the idea of a character having traits of or interest in being like a different pony tribe. I wonder if she'll be able to learn weather magic or cloud magic.
Good start
Lovely writing. Girls gonna be tall beanpole ain't she
Wow! Pinkie-like unicorn? Sounds scary.