12-07-2017, 12:10 AM
Valensia
She can't help but feel a connection with this mare, and it fills her cold empty shell with something inexplicable. It's there and it's all that matters to her world for the moment. An urge to return the coveted touches takes over and soon she is closer to the warmth and beating heart of creamy lady. Wiiings, she repeats the word slowly mulling it over in her mouth. Something clicks inside her; and she gently beats them a few times in response. These... wings she knows in her bones will bring something more into her life. Come with me, those words too have an effect on her soul. She is wanted, this creamy mare, fat with child wants her. She presses herself against the soft hide of the new comer. Nothing could be better than this moment, and she basks in it. The thrum of pulsing blood, and the gentle puffs of breath shows Valensia the strength of the bond she is experiencing with this, at one time, stranger.
Yes, her throat doesn't crack anymore, as saliva coats it, and muscles adjust to the rhythm of her voice. She would love to join the lady, and curiousity as to where they would be heading urges her forward so that she can turn around and align herself just behind the mares shoulder. Looking up to the woman a weird grin frames her mouth, and her honey eyes sparkle. She still presses herself close to the woman as they begin to travel to, what would be, her new home. It’s not until they reach the river that she shifts and flares her nostrils in nervous tension. Bending her neck she sniffs at it before looking up questioningly to her new mother. Wings flare out to keep her balance as she takes a closer look at the reflective surface. It’s calm in this place at least, no tumbling white waters, or crashing sounds of water against rocks. She gets to take a look at herself for the first time. Nobby kneed and thick dark fuzz is almost all there is to the filly. What is this? referring to the river and the enormity of the channel they face. Is it safe? She can’t quite decide. Finally, when she does cross probably with assistance from mother she shakes out her coat before looking up at the skyline. A single spire rises above the trees and grasses and its impressive to say the last. Eyes widen with wonder and jaws slacken with awe.
It’s hot here, and full of color; so much more than the blandness of the meadow she had been born into. A part of her wants to shrink back into mother’s side and hide from all the things that could easily eat up a filly such as herself. Yet another part of her is curious and made brave knowing that mother wouldn’t take her anywhere that isn’t perfectly safe.
In the urges to explore she takes a few steps forward, ears perk forward and wings relax against her sides. She takes in all the scents, sounds, and sights within range of her. Her tail thumps excitedly against her hindquarters. mama! She isn’t sure of the words she is looking for and her neck swivels so that she can look at the mare, expressing her gratitude in her face before it comes from her maw. Thank you. What else is there to say when someone shares their home with you, and takes you in as welcoming as her mother had with her? She feels the luckiest filly alive at this moment and squeals out her happiness as it rolls through her body. Her giddy prancing takes her back to nuzzle against her mother’s neck once more a stupid grin on her face once more.
Yes, her throat doesn't crack anymore, as saliva coats it, and muscles adjust to the rhythm of her voice. She would love to join the lady, and curiousity as to where they would be heading urges her forward so that she can turn around and align herself just behind the mares shoulder. Looking up to the woman a weird grin frames her mouth, and her honey eyes sparkle. She still presses herself close to the woman as they begin to travel to, what would be, her new home. It’s not until they reach the river that she shifts and flares her nostrils in nervous tension. Bending her neck she sniffs at it before looking up questioningly to her new mother. Wings flare out to keep her balance as she takes a closer look at the reflective surface. It’s calm in this place at least, no tumbling white waters, or crashing sounds of water against rocks. She gets to take a look at herself for the first time. Nobby kneed and thick dark fuzz is almost all there is to the filly. What is this? referring to the river and the enormity of the channel they face. Is it safe? She can’t quite decide. Finally, when she does cross probably with assistance from mother she shakes out her coat before looking up at the skyline. A single spire rises above the trees and grasses and its impressive to say the last. Eyes widen with wonder and jaws slacken with awe.
It’s hot here, and full of color; so much more than the blandness of the meadow she had been born into. A part of her wants to shrink back into mother’s side and hide from all the things that could easily eat up a filly such as herself. Yet another part of her is curious and made brave knowing that mother wouldn’t take her anywhere that isn’t perfectly safe.
In the urges to explore she takes a few steps forward, ears perk forward and wings relax against her sides. She takes in all the scents, sounds, and sights within range of her. Her tail thumps excitedly against her hindquarters. mama! She isn’t sure of the words she is looking for and her neck swivels so that she can look at the mare, expressing her gratitude in her face before it comes from her maw. Thank you. What else is there to say when someone shares their home with you, and takes you in as welcoming as her mother had with her? She feels the luckiest filly alive at this moment and squeals out her happiness as it rolls through her body. Her giddy prancing takes her back to nuzzle against her mother’s neck once more a stupid grin on her face once more.
“And there was you - your fair self,
always delicately dressed,
with white firm fingers sure of touch
in delicate true work.
I loved you then.”
- Charlotte Gilman
@[Femur]
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