Nymf watched the small child as her eyes fluttered awake. Much like the rest of her they were an unnatural color – the color of sunshine and summer daisies – to match the rest of her. For a moment Nymf began to question her choice in orphan. This oddity could never truly be accepted in normal horse society, even in spite of all the other seemingly ‘colorful’ characters. In the sea of gifted beings, the foal would always receive second glances and confused stares.
The winged mare knew a little about how that felt, but wings were becoming more and more common among their kind – especially in Nerine. Those group of mares were hardened warriors. Nymf wasn’t too sure how accepting they would be if she brought such a flamboyant foal home.
She was considering taking off and flying away, before the little filly truly registered her existence there in the field beside her, until she heard the tell-tale sound of a hungry stomach begging for food. Her insides lurched as the hummingbird colored foal glanced at her belly, a look of confusion flashing across her face.
Glued to the spot Nymf was helpless to fight against their beneficial relationship and as the filly stood she knew she’d already decided. The filly began to dance excitedly as she made a study of the mare. ”Mommy?!” The little horse gasped and Nymf’s throat closed up, stopping her breathe entirely.
Flashes of what could have been and what could be again, if not the way she’d originally imagined it. Gently she lifted her wing to allow easy access to the milk that dripped freely. Her body shook with emotion.
”Come, little one,” her voice was barely above a whisper, and yet she meant it to sound comforting.
She wasn’t sure what kind of a mother she could be to the small, oddly colored horse, but she knew that she could try. Try for her sake, for the foals, and for the ones that she’d lost.
