11-05-2017, 09:35 AM
Kahvi
Differences make good sparks.
Ever since she had stumbled upon the black and white queen her youth had turned around for the better. Not that she was aware of it, as she was unknown of the motherly capacities of her biological mother, or the lack of it. The iron queen wasn’t her mother by blood, but was more a mother to Kahvi than her real mother ever would.
Whenever she wasn’t in Nayl’s presence, she was shadowing Starlin – which was more and more often. The grullo tobiano filly was a couple of years older, but it had been Starlin’s determination to become a warrior that made Kahvi look up to her. Like an example to follow and match up with. And maybe, just maybe, she would be able to follow in her mother’s footsteps at one point.
The navy girl presses herself up against her mother. Though she had yet to call Nayl that, it was who she was to Kahvi. The lips gently tugging at her poll makes her giggle softly, and – of course – try to bump her nose against Nayl’s muzzle. That was just the start of their, her?, little game. With the tobiano mare’s gaze set on the sea, it leaves a whole lot opportunities open for mischief.
By putting her weight on both her hind legs she is able to raise herself a little off the ground. Her first attempt is clumsy, nothing more than a happy bounce, and she bumps into Nayl’s side. Somewhat annoyed her ears flop and then turn backwards, lips drawn into a line as she tries again. The concentration is all written over her face and just as she’s about to reach higher, a sweet voice greets them.
”Starlin!” she enthusiastically replies, perhaps a little louder than she was supposed to. Bouncing around Kahvi faces the grullo filly, smiling widely as their eyes meet. It’s only then that she glances back across her shoulder to look at her mother, a combination of a ‘caught-in-the-act’ look and a half-hearted apology in her silver eyes.
When looking back at Starlin again, she’s just in time to catch the wink. A smile tugs on the corners of her lips and she’s ready to pounce on the other girl, when the arrival of a colt prevents it. Her dark head tilts a little to the side as she studies him curiously, but something in his posture keeps her from approaching him. Starlin seemed to know him though, so he should be alright? Anyway, the answer that would surely follow the asked question is one Kahvi is interested in hearing as well, making her turn her head to look up to her mother.
Whenever she wasn’t in Nayl’s presence, she was shadowing Starlin – which was more and more often. The grullo tobiano filly was a couple of years older, but it had been Starlin’s determination to become a warrior that made Kahvi look up to her. Like an example to follow and match up with. And maybe, just maybe, she would be able to follow in her mother’s footsteps at one point.
The navy girl presses herself up against her mother. Though she had yet to call Nayl that, it was who she was to Kahvi. The lips gently tugging at her poll makes her giggle softly, and – of course – try to bump her nose against Nayl’s muzzle. That was just the start of their, her?, little game. With the tobiano mare’s gaze set on the sea, it leaves a whole lot opportunities open for mischief.
By putting her weight on both her hind legs she is able to raise herself a little off the ground. Her first attempt is clumsy, nothing more than a happy bounce, and she bumps into Nayl’s side. Somewhat annoyed her ears flop and then turn backwards, lips drawn into a line as she tries again. The concentration is all written over her face and just as she’s about to reach higher, a sweet voice greets them.
”Starlin!” she enthusiastically replies, perhaps a little louder than she was supposed to. Bouncing around Kahvi faces the grullo filly, smiling widely as their eyes meet. It’s only then that she glances back across her shoulder to look at her mother, a combination of a ‘caught-in-the-act’ look and a half-hearted apology in her silver eyes.
When looking back at Starlin again, she’s just in time to catch the wink. A smile tugs on the corners of her lips and she’s ready to pounce on the other girl, when the arrival of a colt prevents it. Her dark head tilts a little to the side as she studies him curiously, but something in his posture keeps her from approaching him. Starlin seemed to know him though, so he should be alright? Anyway, the answer that would surely follow the asked question is one Kahvi is interested in hearing as well, making her turn her head to look up to her mother.