05-02-2016, 09:27 AM
She remembers a white coat. Soft lips brushing over her forehead. White feathers that tickled her face. Dark brown eyes that held no hate or love just a sad resignation. She had fallen asleep with milk on her whiskers, her eyes getting so heavy after her belly was full of milk. She had blinked mahogany eyes closed and remembered nothing else but the blissful sleep of the young.
When she woke up, she blinked groggily. Her eyes opening slowly as she subconsciously searched for the warm presence that had been with her when she had fallen asleep. She leaned back where it had been only to find empty air. She fell backwards, legs shooting out in her surprise as she attempts to slow her fall. She is awake after that. She lays there on her side, her one eye searching around where she could see. Where had she gone?
The slight pain from her small fall had already faded. She folds her legs back up and sits back up, turning her head this way and that. Where had she went?
The girl bleats, all black limbs and body with a pair of wings tucked tightly to her sides. She calls for her, calls her back for the comfort that she offers. She has no idea what to call her, mom isn't something she has learned yet.
The bleat had called a fairy to her. "Tsk, tsk. Another one," she says to herself. Then a warm smile to the poor foal. She seems to concentrate a moment. "And she didn't even name you...very well then...Graeme it is!" And she cuddles the poor filly close.
Time passed by quickly that first day. It is almost evening when the filly collapses into a heap of legs. Her breathing is ragged from having played a game of chase with the fairy that had found her that morning. There is a gleam of intelligence in those eyes now, having battled passed the ignorance that had been there this morning. But she was still an orphan, still without someone to love her.
When she woke up, she blinked groggily. Her eyes opening slowly as she subconsciously searched for the warm presence that had been with her when she had fallen asleep. She leaned back where it had been only to find empty air. She fell backwards, legs shooting out in her surprise as she attempts to slow her fall. She is awake after that. She lays there on her side, her one eye searching around where she could see. Where had she gone?
The slight pain from her small fall had already faded. She folds her legs back up and sits back up, turning her head this way and that. Where had she went?
The girl bleats, all black limbs and body with a pair of wings tucked tightly to her sides. She calls for her, calls her back for the comfort that she offers. She has no idea what to call her, mom isn't something she has learned yet.
The bleat had called a fairy to her. "Tsk, tsk. Another one," she says to herself. Then a warm smile to the poor foal. She seems to concentrate a moment. "And she didn't even name you...very well then...Graeme it is!" And she cuddles the poor filly close.
Time passed by quickly that first day. It is almost evening when the filly collapses into a heap of legs. Her breathing is ragged from having played a game of chase with the fairy that had found her that morning. There is a gleam of intelligence in those eyes now, having battled passed the ignorance that had been there this morning. But she was still an orphan, still without someone to love her.
Graeme