12-10-2018, 08:51 PM
Momma introduced him to the colorful girl, he slowly peering out from Ilma's leg. You can come with us if you like, we will be your family Momma says, and Finch perks up with excitement. Yea! Me, you and Momma! he is nearly yelling, unable to contain his eagerness for a foal his age....and because he didn't really understand an 'inside voice'.
The filly lifts herself from the ground, her legs wobbly almost as if they were her first steps. He knew the feeling, giving up all hope and accepting a slow death, or a life of silence. But him and Momma's presence made her get up, and that was the best possible outcome!
She stretches her neck out to Finch and a small giggle escapes his maw, he matches her movement and gently nudges her muzzle with his own. She looks excitedly at Momma at the mention of finding her a name, he tilts his head and looks back to his mother She doesn't talk much. He does not understand why she was not responding with words, nor the fact that his words could hurt, he just needed help understanding why she couldn't use words.
The roan colt extends his maw back to the filly, he inhales her scent before looking back to his pale mother She smells fine. He shrugs, finally deciding it was ok Oh well, I don't mind, what shall we call her? He eagerly looks to his mother, he would add input, but he barely knew his own name.
@[Ilma]
The filly lifts herself from the ground, her legs wobbly almost as if they were her first steps. He knew the feeling, giving up all hope and accepting a slow death, or a life of silence. But him and Momma's presence made her get up, and that was the best possible outcome!
She stretches her neck out to Finch and a small giggle escapes his maw, he matches her movement and gently nudges her muzzle with his own. She looks excitedly at Momma at the mention of finding her a name, he tilts his head and looks back to his mother She doesn't talk much. He does not understand why she was not responding with words, nor the fact that his words could hurt, he just needed help understanding why she couldn't use words.
The roan colt extends his maw back to the filly, he inhales her scent before looking back to his pale mother She smells fine. He shrugs, finally deciding it was ok Oh well, I don't mind, what shall we call her? He eagerly looks to his mother, he would add input, but he barely knew his own name.
@[Ilma]