Sometimes pegasus foals are graceful, smooth, lithe things, and sometimes they are like Tumbleweed, a little bit more messy and a little bit more proud of it. She loves her wild and colourful mane, and assures me it feels amazing in the wind when she’s flying.
Although she may give the impression of being clumsy or young, she’s an adept flier and is quite at ease even in high, strong winds. She even enjoys flying in the rain, provided it’s not too torrential. Her only issue is with landing, which is where she has earned herself the name Tumbleweed – often she ends up bouncing across the grass in a bundle of limbs and feathers, snorting with laughter as she goes. Her real name is Lana, not that many call her that, for the title of Tumbleweed has stuck for now.