Her voice- small, feminine and musical- carries far in this place, seeming to bounce off the trees and echoes a bit. This amuses her and she contemplates doing it again. But then she remembers there are people here somewhere and she would not want them to think she rushes them and find her to be rude. A good first impression on this day is a huge must for our tiny girl. So, she waits- quietly but so, so very eager. Her heart dances with excitement on the eve of making new friends, and standing still and patient becomes one of the hardest challenges. She fidgets, unable to help herself, either by shifting her weight from hoof to hoof or swishing her long silvery tail.
After several moments, her fuzzy lil ears catch the rustling of hooves through the grass and her leaked blue eyes dart to the sound. A huge smile lights up her face as a stallion approaches her. He's tall and black with a blanket over his haunches with the coolest purple spots (purple like one of her great friends, Bowie!). Oh and those wings he wears are truly a sight to see. But they aren't anything like the wings she's used to seeing. These don't flutter with life, but are completely still and molded to his form. The patterns are amazing, intricate and sharply beautiful, reflecting the sunlight within the designs. Preeetty, but cold-looking. Hm, she wonders how he keeps himself warm of he wears those all the time.
Smidgen bounces a little as he greets her and asks if she's looking for someone and then introduces himself. "Ruan. That's a good name! Hi!! Yes, I suppose I am looking for someone. Or someoneS!" She giggles at her little joke, tossing her head to shift her forelock over to one side. Always looking up, she is quick to notice the beauty in the sky approaching them from above. Her eyes go wide- or wider, if that were possible- and her mouth falls open as the golden girl makes her descent from the air. Smidgen recognizes her instantly, with her dark blue hair and matching stockings and wiiings. (Man, she knows a lot of people with wings, those luckies). She snaps her mouth shut as the girl joins her and Ruan and runs her muzzle across his shoulder. Aww, sweet. This must be her daddy or something. But then Heda steps toward her and extends the same navy wing Smidgen had stood under alllll those months ago. "Heda!" She beams as the other remembers her and plucks her name from her memory. "Yep! It's me! Don't think I've changed much, but you got taller!!" She remarks with a soft laugh at her quip at herself. She probably has grown a little, not quite as tiny as the younger version of herself had been, but still always small. Forever and ever.
She is about to answer her other question as the girl gets all excited and then leaps and bounds back to Ruan, and if horses could blush then certainly a little rosiness would be coloring Smidge's cheeks when Heda asks him if she can stay. She ducks her head and giggles, but then her attention is jerked suddenly toward a fuzzy little creature who comes running from the brush and climbs aboard the stallion. Smidge tilts her head curiously, as Ruan doesn't seem the least bit concerned by it. Not even when it plants itself on his face! She can't keep her laughter when it smooches him on the forehead and then leaps onto her back.
Startled, she gasps and spins in a circle trying to see the creature, but then it's on her head and tugs on her tiny ears and a bit on her hair. Snickering, she goes cross-eyed trying to look at it when it looks her in the eyes. Her, she realizes, once she speaks. "R-Really?" She asks in response to the comment on her size, but is truly more surprised and perplexed by who and what this critter is. She's not bothered, of course! Smidge is happy to have a friend in any shape or form. And this, whatever she is, is no exception. She tries to remain still and hold her head straight as the she-critter moves to her nose and fluffy her flat lil face. "If she wants to stay, I don't see why not." At that, Smidge smiles again, liking the warm and fuzzies she is feeling. "Who are you?" She asks softly. A loaded question. Directed at the monkey thing, but also to them all. Seeing as how she has just arrived here for the first time and doesn't know that this stallion and the critter perched on her nose are the rulers of this land.
Smidgen!
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