06-09-2018, 11:59 AM
Sibly is a crashing wave.
With wild ignorance, she tumbles through the jungle haze on the hunt for adventure. She is loud, she is reckless, and she is blissfully happy. Shouldering past elephant's ears she gives a war cry as she gallops, and the native birds explode from the canopy above her. She bucks and laughs, staying on her feet as if by magic, without breaking stride as she navigates the tangle of roots and damp earth.
Only curiosity can slow her, but it isn't long before something new has done just that. A flash of pale gold and a whiff of warg is more than enough to convince her to slow, and with a heaving breast, she halts.
"Hello?" she calls with equal parts of interest and excitement. She doesn't think that maybe whoever it was could have chosen this dense, shaded grove to stay hidden from pestering little girls. She has yet to meet anyone who didn't like her.
"I'm Sibyl! And I promise I'm friendly," she adds after there is a pause, hoping to entice the elusive creature from her hiding place.
Turing in a circle, the muddy filly looks all the way around her. Her deep, sapphire eyes searching for any break in the emerald hues of the vegetation, and her dainty ears stand at attention to catch any hint of hoof or breath.
With wild ignorance, she tumbles through the jungle haze on the hunt for adventure. She is loud, she is reckless, and she is blissfully happy. Shouldering past elephant's ears she gives a war cry as she gallops, and the native birds explode from the canopy above her. She bucks and laughs, staying on her feet as if by magic, without breaking stride as she navigates the tangle of roots and damp earth.
Only curiosity can slow her, but it isn't long before something new has done just that. A flash of pale gold and a whiff of warg is more than enough to convince her to slow, and with a heaving breast, she halts.
"Hello?" she calls with equal parts of interest and excitement. She doesn't think that maybe whoever it was could have chosen this dense, shaded grove to stay hidden from pestering little girls. She has yet to meet anyone who didn't like her.
"I'm Sibyl! And I promise I'm friendly," she adds after there is a pause, hoping to entice the elusive creature from her hiding place.
Turing in a circle, the muddy filly looks all the way around her. Her deep, sapphire eyes searching for any break in the emerald hues of the vegetation, and her dainty ears stand at attention to catch any hint of hoof or breath.