12-21-2016, 10:21 AM
The light that shines so bright.
As they stand there, Gyps cannot get herself to stand still. Her head is held high, aside from an occasional dip so she can nuzzle her daughter, ears twisting around to catch every sound coming from the forest around her. She’s nervous, and tired, so tired, but she cannot let it show. That would be the same as making a target out of herself and Porcia. When Reagan – finally – arrives it is as weight is lifted from her shoulders. Swallowing the dry lump in her throat she meets the older mare’s gaze, her head dipping slightly in a silent greeting.
It is when she is about to pull Porcia closer to her side, that she spots the spotted colt at the other woman’s side. Gyps blinks a few times, before a soft smiles tugs at the corners of her lips, not able to not relax at the sight of another child, but also somewhat amused by the likeliness. Slowly the black and blue girl looked up at the gray mare again, her eyes showing her conflict clearly. For the first time she felt like she could actually let go of Porcia a little, to let her enjoy playing with others, knowing well that the magician in front of her would keep both children safe. ”You.. you can keep an eye on them, right?” she asks softly, a light, nervous, tremble in her voice.
If the two would set of to play nearby, perhaps she could share her worries with Reagan, without being afraid of letting her girl out of sight, or Procia overhearing something she shouldn’t.
Gyps
