Less than little

There goes our Fluttershy. Another one through the hills, among the soot. She walks all on her own. With her own legs. They're stolen. If you ask she'll say they're hers. Little point asking then. She walks slowly after a long night. Through the empty space. Somehow a reason why. No point, it'll be stolen too. If the time is taken to speak it out. If it remains, or sunk to the bottom with the rest of her muck. If there is a flood she will sink to the bottom. The best has long since drowned. With proper instruction Fluttershy would likely be capable of making a boat. Maybe make a bin or other small container for her lice. That is what she will do if not walking. But there is no flood at this occasion. They don't love her anyhow. It will be a lost cause. Any with eyes could have known, not her.

It is past night but no dawn. She remains at motion. If one was to assess her pace she imagines the verdict would be a casual amble. It is not known how much longer this will continue. Little point asking her. She will say forever but there is no forever for her. Her hooves are another thing to blame. They stir up dirt and this irritates her corneas. Ever adding to the poor health and wilting guts. Fluttershy thought to leave those at home but she rarely follows through. She is known to make matters awful. Two full lungs made of matter and hot air. The dust irritates those as well. It is a reminder of her animal friends, the creatures at her house that are not lice. She has a rabbit which provides good vibes. Thanks a lot. But the mare is currently not at home and they are not close. Another occasion for her to stumble. Dawn sees little point in arriving. Fluttershy sees little. If light shines bright it will further irritate her eyes. The light never shines and her eyes are irritated. If you ask she'll give a number of reasons. Through the hills a lone pony ambles, who knows what for. Fucking beautiful.