03-31-2017, 01:24 PM
Arantha If you believe it's in my soul I'd say all the words that I know Ta ta Dearie, see you when you're older It's the last thing she remembers about her mother, the last thing she remembers before being left behind in the care of the well meaning but distant fairies. Arantha had been left to fend for herself in the hopes she would become worthy of making her mother proud, but for now she was just a terribly lost and lonely baby girl. Delicate legs lie curled beneath her baby soft body. Darker red fading and lightening into a near pink, with a fuzzy red mane between her ears. Her wide hazel eyes take in the adoption den with the sort of fearful curiosity that can only come with youth and childish reasoning. The cries of other lost children ring loud and shrill in her tiny ears as she attempts to understand why she had been left here. Soft grasses tickle her nose and legs as she struggles to rise on new legs, and after only three attempts she succeeds. Arantha does not cry out in fear or sorrow, does not whimper for the mother that never wanted her. Instead she takes her fate into her own hooves, to the best of her child's understanding. She wobbles her way over to the nearest warm body, seeking the comfort of skin to skin contact and letting a warm, sunny smile fill her features. "Hello! My name's Arantha, what's your name? I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I don't want to be alone anymore. So why do't we be best friends instead?" Chestnut Roan|Filly|Arabian Hybrid |