she continued on her way farther into the playground, frolicking and sometimes tripping over her own spindly legs. Small bouts of joyous giggles slipping from her mouth. Dexter had by now learned to keep his balance on her, she was prone to this kind of play since the day she was born. He had adjusted quickly with a shift of weight here, a tug of the ear there, and very often a small swipe of his tiny fingers across her cheek in compassion for his forever friend.
Felicitey's small lopsided grin stayed plastered across her face as she played. Soon she came to a stop in front of a small patch of wild, blue flowers bending down to smell the delicate things in admiration.
She did not notice the colt that approached her, but Dexter gave her a slight tug on her ear as she felt from him that there was someone else there. She turned her body less gracefully then others. Her eyes, one swimming in gold and brown and the other swimming in blues of sky and ocean, caught the colts but quickly found their way to admire is wild, disheavaled blues and red that tangled in on themselves within his mane and his equally curiously colored coat.
Her eyes widened with excitement as he asked her to play. Oh, yes very much! I'm Felicitey! She could feel Dexter shift on her back and give her a small stroke sending a feeling of missing something, I'm sorry, sometimes I don't catch everything someone says. What is your name? she said stepping closer to inspect the colt, taking in his scent, her lopsided grin always present across her face. Her gold and brown hide glistened in the sun as she ruffled her brown tipped wings in excitement.
felicitey
who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
