Username: Isabella45Name: Sing me a Song // OperettaGender: MarePersonality:Operetta is a sassy, clever, dramatic girl. She has plenty of spunk and doesn't let anyone push her around. She seems to always be doing something, whether helping a friend, babysitting, racing, or planning her next adventure.
Operetta tends to be a bit dramatic about things at times, sometimes jumping to conclusions or seeing things as more than they are.
She tends to act, then think later. She is stubborn as a mule at times and comes off as very independent, but she relies on the help of her friends more than anyone really knows. One of her biggest strengths may be that, as proud and independent as she is, she knows how to accept help when it is offered, she is also the first to admit her own faults, being brutally honest with herself, and her friends.
Her friends know they can come to her for advice and get the absolute truth. Sometimes she is so honest it is almost painful, but in the end her friends appreciate her honesty with them because it helps them better themselves, just as her honesty with herself helps her overcome her shortcomings.
Operetta acts on impulse and instinct. She tends to trust her heart and 'feminine intuition' before she pays heed to her brain. She isn't very good at hiding her feelings, generally the sort to wear her heart on her sleeve.
As far as romance, Operetta is, to use a common saying, blind as a bat. She will notice attractions between her friends before they even have a inkling, but when someone likes her she is oblivious and when she likes someone she spends so much time trying to figure out her feelings logically that she forgets to listen to her heart. That may be the only time she really approached anything with a realistic, logical mindset.
Operetta is a sort of babysitter in her herd. She tends to act like a big foal herself, making the foals love her. She never fails to make them laugh and can brighten even the gloomiest day. Some say she should act more mature if she is going to be watching foals, but most like her just the way she is and enjoy her contagious optimism.
Operetta is always trying to fix things it seems. She likes to help her friends through their problems, whether it be something simple like moving a tree branch out of their sleeping spot, or something more complicated like helping them with relationship troubles.
Sometimes, she can't always help, or her help doesn't really end up being all that helpful in the end, but things usually work themselves out and sometimes she has to learn to just sit back and be there for her friends, rather than trying like crazy to fix the problem.
Operetta's Backstory:Operetta was born in the Colorado deserts. Her father had his own herd and her mother was his favorite mare.
Though Operetta had several half siblings, and had to share her father with them and his other mares, she tended to pretend it was just her and her parents. She used to treasure the times it was just the three of them spending time together. Her father taught her how to be bold, daring, and clever. Her mother tried to teach her patience, compassion, and gentility.
Her father favored her over his other foals because he loved her mother, but this made the other foals jealous and Operetta was bullied sometimes. She didn't have any real friends, so most of her time was spent with her mother.
Their little desert territory was practically undiscovered by humans, until one fateful day when humans came horse hunting. There had been rumors spreading for some time about the 'rainbow' horses of the desert, called such for their unique and beautiful coats. The herd was found and driven into a prepared fence where they were trapped. Operetta was terrified and stuck close to her mother who kept telling her everything was okay.
The horses spent the night in the enclosure, and the next morning the mares and foals were loaded into trailers and driven out of the desert, leaving Operetta's father behind. Operetta wondered then, and still does wonder, what ever happened to her father.
The mares and foals were all brought to a run down old barn where their captors kept them for some time.
Eventually mares and their foals began to disappear, just a few at first, then more and more. Operetta was a small filly and her mother kept her in the back of the barn, concealed by the shadows. But as their were less and less mares and foals the humans started to weed out the remaining ones.
No one knew what happened to them, but rumor had it they were being sent to ranches and stables all across the country. Operetta was beginning to think she and her mother would be in the musty old barn forever when the humans came back.
They began to drive the remaining mares and foals out into the pasture. They were separated into two groups and Operetta stood, quaking, beside her mother.
It became obvious that the prettier horses, like Operetta and her dam, were being separated from the plainer ones. The groups were loaded onto two separate trailers and taken to two different sale barns. Operetta and her mother were unloaded and put into a pen, then tagged. The sale barn was not a terribly reputable one, judging by the dirtiness and the sort of people running it.
Operetta saw many kinds of horses she had never seen before.
For two days Operetta and her mother were kept in the pen at the sale barn, then a man came and led them out of the pen toward the parking lot. Operetta's mother was loaded onto a red trailer and Operetta stood and waited patiently for her turn. Then it happened.
The door was shut behind Operetta's mother, who instantly swung around and began to fight light she hadn't since they left their desert home. But the door was too strong for her hooves or teeth and Operetta was pulled in the opposite direction and forced onto a silver trailer.
Frightened out of her mind Operetta cowered in the corner of the trailer for hours as she was taken someplace else. All she could think of was how she was getting farther, and farther away from her mother.
When the trailer stopped the door was opened and a young, red-haired woman opened the trailer door and began to whisper quietly to Operetta, easing her out of the trailer.
Operetta was taken into a large stable filled with horses. She was poked and prodded by another human then place in a stall. The humans were pointing at her and discussing something.
Another horse in the barn, a mare of many colors with soft brown eyes, turned to face her.
"You alright little one?" she asked softly.
Operetta nodded slightly, shivering from fear and exhaustion.
"I am Kalliope, what is your name?"
"O . . . Operetta," she squeaked.
"Nice to meet you, Operetta."
Operetta peaked out at the humans. "Do you know what they are saying?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"They are saying you are to young to be without your herd or mother, and discussing where to send you."
"Send me? Am I being sent away again?" she asked, sounding panicked.
"Oh, goodness no! You are staying right here. But they are deciding whether to keep you with the domesticated horses, here in the stable, or the wild ones, in the forests beyond."
"I don't want to stay here," she said softly.
"Well, by tomorrow they will have decided," Kalliope promised. "For now, try to sleep."
Operetta was sure she couldn't sleep, but the soft hum of voices and the scent of fresh hay soon lulled her to sleep.
The next morning the humans came in to see her just as she was waking. Operetta scrambled to her feet and reluctantly let the humans lead her out of the stall.
To her surprise, Kalliope was there too.
"You are in luck, little one. They say your health is good and they are going to release you with me today."
"Into the forest?" Operetta asked, half eager half scared.
"Yes,' Kalliope said with a chuckle.
That day the humans led her down through the pasture area then into the wild mustang's territory. Kalliope led the way and after what seemed like forever to Operetta's tired legs they reached the herd.
Operetta was greeted by many horses, one in particular, a tobiano filly called Igraine, just a little older than herself, was very friendly toward her.
Over the course of a week Operetta settled into the herd and, though she still longed for her family, she began to feel at home. Igraine introduced her to many of the herd horses, and showed her around the forest, though it was some time before Operetta got used to the trees and mud, so unlike her desert home.
Despite the heartbreak of being taken from her parents, Operetta finds peace in knowing that they both survived and has begun to think that maybe fate willed her to be here, because somehow, she can't imagine being anyplace else.
Relationships:Igraine is like a sister to Operetta. The pair are often together and always looking our for one another. Operetta is very protective of Igraine and would do just about anything for her.
Megara is very much like her, as far as personality. Zephyra is a bit sassy, witty, and fun to be around.
If Igraine is in the middle of the scale, down to earth with a motherly nature, then spunky and spontaneous Megara, along with realistic, sensible
Zephyraare the bookends of the trio. Zephyra is the voice of reason in the group. She is sensible and logical and when Operetta is feeling dramatic she tends to try to bring her down.
Silviuis Operetta's crush. This handsome stallion has been her crush for a very long time, but so far all Operetta has done is admire him from afar.
Favorite Things:
Violets
Sugar
Sweet Things
Spending time with friends
Water
Exploring
Least Favorite Things:
Sour things
Being alone
Thunderstorms
Small spaces
~I may edit more, but this form will now be considered complete whenever judging occurs~
