Pegasus Baby Says They’ll Take It Easy!
CHAPTER 01
“Your grandpa’s dead!”
“No, he’s not. My grandpa went to the Eastern Continent.”
“Are you stupid? That means he’s dead!”
No, he wasn’t. Grandpa would come back.
The other kids gave her pitying looks, calling her a fool for believing the kind of lie adults tell to comfort children, but Lyn only shook her head confidently.
“My grandpa really went to the Eastern Continent.”
She didn’t care how dumb they thought she was — because what she said was true.
After all, it was in the “original story.”
Lyn hadn’t always been brave enough to talk back like that.
“Everyone remembers how our clan began, right? Why we’re called the ‘Pegasus Guardians’?”
It was lesson time for the Pegasus clan’s children.
“When our ancestor went to rescue people at the cliff’s edge, wings sprouted from his back, and the wind lifted him up,” the teacher said, shaping her hands like wings before spinning them to summon a tiny gust of wind.
“Today, we’ll be practicing that very wind ability.”
The children, thrilled to be outside the castle classroom for once, ran around the garden, their sky-blue Pegasus hair fluttering brightly in the breeze.
Among them, the only one with a different hair color — Lyn — watched the teacher with wide, shining eyes. Her hair, which looked silvery at first glance, shimmered in different hues every time the wind brushed past it.
“Before we start the exercise, let’s all shift into beast form. Does anyone remember why we do that?”
“……”
“No one?”
The teacher smiled awkwardly as silence fell over the group. Adjusting her glasses, she looked for someone to answer.
Lyn raised her hand high and replied crisply, “Because it’s easier to use abilities in beast form than in human form.”
“That’s right! Very good!”
Beaming, the teacher praised Lyn and went on.
“As we said last time, unlike mana, which everyone has, these ‘abilities’ are special powers inherited by beastfolk families.”
“I know! Ours is wind!”
“Correct. Our Pegasus clan’s special power — wind — works best when we’re in our true forms. All right, everyone, transform!”
Following her instructions, the children changed into beast form one by one — sturdy legs, strong white wings. Even as foals, they were much larger than ordinary ponies.
While the little Pegasi stomped, flapped their underdeveloped wings, and played about—
“……”
Unlike before, Lyn hesitated. She quietly moved to the corner of the garden.
Closing her eyes tightly, she focused all her strength. Her small body began to shrink even smaller, taking on a shape unlike any other Pegasus there.
As the mist of mana faded, Lyn’s beast form was revealed — completely different from the rest.
Big, round eyes and twitching leaf-shaped ears. A small, round head and thin, delicate legs — she looked more like a fawn than a Pegasus.
She still had a soft mane and tail like the others, but her body was so small she could barely be bigger than a guard dog.
And where wings should have been — instead of feathers — a faint haze shimmered like drifting clouds.
“Hey, hey! Look over there! She’s got no wings!”
The mocking voice came from Feinn, her cousin — always the one to say something mean.
Zzzzt.
Lyn turned sharply, her round eyes narrowing to slits.
Feinn pretended to be scared, waving his forelegs dramatically before smirking.
“Pfft!”
Lyn snorted loudly — just like the adult Pegasi — and spread her wings in defiance.
See? I have wings! …You just have to look closely.
They weren’t thick white Pegasus wings — more like faint, misty cloud wings, as she called them. Lyn sighed quietly, glancing at them.
“Everyone’s transformed? Great. Looks like we’re all ready. Now, let’s try using our ability! Imagine drawing up deep water from a pond inside you — all together now!”
Under the teacher’s eager direction, the young Pegasi began summoning their powers.
They caught the wind they called forth and one by one lifted into the air.
“Kya-ha-ha! This is fun!”
“Using abilities is the best!”
Laughter and whinnying filled the sky above the garden.
While the others soared freely, playing on the currents—
Ungh…!
Lyn planted her little legs firmly and tried her hardest to summon the wind.
Tremble, tremble.
Her thin legs shook like a fawn’s, but no matter how hard she tried, the wind would not answer her.
No strong gust came, not even a faint breeze.
“Move it!”
“Ah!”
The Pegasi zipped around her like whirlwinds, while Lyn, with her misty cloud-wings, stumbled every time the air swirled too roughly.
By the end of class, Lyn was still the only one who couldn’t use her ability.
“……”
After class, she returned to human form and looked down at her small hands, so much smaller than everyone else’s.
Maybe I’m just too little to use it yet?
As she pondered, the teacher approached with a gentle voice.
“Wind ability comes naturally to all Pegasus beastfolk. You’ll learn in time, so don’t worry.”
If you’re a Pegasus beastfolk, she said.
That phrase struck Lyn like a pin.
But what if I’m not?
The question reached her tongue — but she swallowed it.
“Teacher, I’ll practice more!”
“That’s the spirit. A hard-working heart is as precious as talent.”
Lyn bowed deeply and turned to leave.
As she walked away, small shoulders drooping, several eyes followed her — the teacher’s full of pity, and another pair, full of mischief.
Feinn, who had already made her trip with a gust of wind during class, followed her again.
He glanced around — the adults were busy elsewhere — then quickly walked past Lyn, muttering loudly enough for her to hear:
“What’s the point of memorizing books? You can’t even use what you memorize.”
“……”
“Calling the wind’s so easy. If you can’t do that, something’s missing up here.”
Each word pricked like a thorn.
“How can someone who can’t even use her ability be a successor? So weak.”
“……”
“Oh, maybe that’s why.”
Feinn’s eyes glinted.
“Didn’t you hear me, mutant? You deaf too?”
Haa…
Lyn sighed softly, lifted her head, and looked him straight in the eye.
“Why do you say it like it’s an insult?”
“Hmph! I didn’t lie, did I? You are a mutant.”
“Sure. But that’s just an illness.”
Lyn said it calmly.
Like people with albinism, she was just born that way — with unusual colors and a different form.
“When you fall, your knee bleeds. When you catch a cold, you cough. It’s just natural. Are you really going to insult someone for that?”
“What?”
“My uncle said being sick isn’t something to mock.”
“…You sure act high and mighty!”
Feinn scowled, annoyed at her calm, precise words.
Then, as if remembering something, a crooked grin crept across his face.
“Oh yeah? And what right do you have to talk about your uncle?”
