08-18-2019, 10:54 PM
Had she been anyone else her patience might have grown thin by now with the boisterous Popinjay, but she liked to think she understood. She did not remember much of her childhood from before her parents gave their lives up for hers, but she likes to think she could have been just as carefree.
Before the fear had set in. Before the anxiety had devoured her.
She was not a young filly anymore though, no she was a mother to Owin and she likes to think to Popinjay as well, she cared for her just as much in any case.
So when Popinjay turns suddenly, even though all body language suggested that she would, Lethy's heart drops to her stomache as she wat hed the young girl dash across the log into the middle of nothingness. Despite the fear that tangles itself into every nerve in her body, Lethy follows after her slowly. Her eyes lock on Popinjay, refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead until she reaches her.
The wind had tangled into her forelock, pulling the dark cover away from her brilliant white star, and a smile traces Lethy's lips. Despite the motherly anger that had taken root deep in her gut, and the irritation that had settled in her eyes, a softness smooths the roughness as she takes in the pure joy that emulates from her adopted daughter.
Her voice, though loud enough to carry itself to the girls ears, comes gently with understanding. Popinjay, your star is shining brightly in this moment. It is a brilliant thing to face everything the way you do with so much certainty, but if something were to happen to you or Owin... I would never be able to forgive myself. the sadness of such realization clouds her amethyst eyes. She had already lost one of her babes, her first daughter, she could not do it again. All it would take is one small misstep. If it is the sky you long for you can have it. If it is to breath fire, it is possible. If it is to shift into a bird and take flight...... Please come off of this carcass of a tree and we can talk about it. She would tell her more about the mountain, of the magic that flowed through Beqanna, even take her there if that was what it would take to get her down.
Before the fear had set in. Before the anxiety had devoured her.
She was not a young filly anymore though, no she was a mother to Owin and she likes to think to Popinjay as well, she cared for her just as much in any case.
So when Popinjay turns suddenly, even though all body language suggested that she would, Lethy's heart drops to her stomache as she wat hed the young girl dash across the log into the middle of nothingness. Despite the fear that tangles itself into every nerve in her body, Lethy follows after her slowly. Her eyes lock on Popinjay, refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead until she reaches her.
The wind had tangled into her forelock, pulling the dark cover away from her brilliant white star, and a smile traces Lethy's lips. Despite the motherly anger that had taken root deep in her gut, and the irritation that had settled in her eyes, a softness smooths the roughness as she takes in the pure joy that emulates from her adopted daughter.
Her voice, though loud enough to carry itself to the girls ears, comes gently with understanding. Popinjay, your star is shining brightly in this moment. It is a brilliant thing to face everything the way you do with so much certainty, but if something were to happen to you or Owin... I would never be able to forgive myself. the sadness of such realization clouds her amethyst eyes. She had already lost one of her babes, her first daughter, she could not do it again. All it would take is one small misstep. If it is the sky you long for you can have it. If it is to breath fire, it is possible. If it is to shift into a bird and take flight...... Please come off of this carcass of a tree and we can talk about it. She would tell her more about the mountain, of the magic that flowed through Beqanna, even take her there if that was what it would take to get her down.
forget me not; but never remember
Lethy
@[Popinjay]
