Poser

Gale pushed past the crowd of fillies and colts, muttering to herself how much of a nuisance they were. Eventually, she managed to squeeze out of the depths that were multiple friendship groups, conversing with one another about their dislike for school or their plans for the weekend. She lookes back at her tail, seeing that it had probably been stood on, by the state of it. She panicked; she had spent the majority of her morning brushing her mane and tail, hoping that it would all be worth the compliments she'd recieve. And now it was ruined.

She spun around, beginning to straighten out the crimpled ends of the strands of purple hair. Some loose strands wrapped around her hoof, much to her annoyance. This hair was an annoyance, if she were to be honest. But it was worth it. She'd spent so long growing it out for everyone to love.

As she fixed the last of the tresses of hair, a flash of red and green caught her eye. She glanced upwards, and saw a familiar (honestly, who could forget) figure of a dragon-pony hybrid. Usually she wouldn't bother even lifting her head, but him jerking and tugging at something stuck in his perculiar clawed-hooves drew her attention. She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what he was trying to pull from his hoof, until she spotted a thin strand of purple. Annoyance built up inside her, putting two and two together. She stood up and marched towards him.

"Hey, watch where you're stepping," she hissed, her muzzle scrunched up. "Especially with hooves such as your own."

The dragon-hybrid looked up in surprise, then gained a disgruntled expression. "What's your problem?"

Gale gave a huff of disbelief. "My problem is that you got your filthy farm claws tangled in my tail. I'd prefer to keep it clean by at least noon."

He rolled is cat-like eyes, curling his lip to reveal sharp, predatory teeth. "And I'd rather not get tangled up in a conversation with you, so we're even, by the looks of it."

His words stung. "Excuse me? You're lucky you're even talking to me. At least I have a group of friends to hang around."

He scoffed. "At least I don't need a group of friends to maintain self-confidence."

Gale growled. Just who did he think he was?

"Watch your forked tongue, dragon. Our mothers know each other, after all."

"Yeah. Unfortunate coincidence, if y'all ask me."

She bared her teeth. "Just who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?" she spat. Before she could get another word in, he stood up, towering over her.

"And just who do you and your li'l buddies think you are, feeling as if you have some sort of power over us, merely because you have the biggest friendship group?" he retorted, narrowing his eyes. "Don't think I can't tell y'all are faking it half the time."

Gale's heart twisted in her chest. "Faking? Do you even hear yourself?"

He snorted, his breath reaching her nostrils, causing her to cough. "Yeah, I do. And I bet you wish you didn't hear yourself, or what I'm sayin' right now."

He backed off, a snark expression plastered on his face. "I think you think that I've forgotten. But somethin' about dragons, half-breed or not, is that they have a pretty damn good memory."

She arched a brow. "Forgotten what?"

He chuckled. "Back when you had a short mane."

Her stomach churned. That was years ago - before she was even going to school. How did he remember?

She opened her mouth to argue, but by then, he had already turned his back on her. She was about to do the same, but something made her stop in her tracks.

"It looked really nice..."

She looked back at him, wondering if she had heard that right. She stared after him, the alledged words spoken echoing in her head. Until, eventually, she shook her head and spun around, stalking the other way.

"Who cares what he thinks... he isn't my friend. What he thinks doesn't matter."

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a look into Gale Glider before she identified as agender and was trying too hard to be a 'girly girl' except instead she turned into a bitch

as much as this version of Gale is a bitch, i rlly liked drawing her hair.