05-04-2015, 05:20 PM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die Tyrna quickly feels the tension leave her body and the tightness at the corners of her eyes and lips transform into a wide grin as she sees the filly burst from the treeline. Tyrna loved that Triske was gaining confidence as quickly as she was gaining weight. She was equally pleased that the girl felt safe enough to wander throughout the territory on her own. It meant they were doing their job. The silver mare tucks her head around and presses the small body tightly against her side in a loving embrace. Everyday she was so thankful that she had found the girl and that she had come home with her. The love she felt for the filly was unparalleled. She pushed her unpleasant thoughts from this morning of to the side and planted a soft kiss on the top of the filly's head. "How was your morning little bird?" The endearment rolls easily from her tongue for that was how she viewed Triske. The filly flitted around the Falls exploring everything and still so innocent. Tyrna knows that the filly has faced hardships far more terrible than most ever dream, but her wonder at the world and fighting spirit kept her childishly free. Tyrna smiles lovingly at the fuzzy bay girl as she waits for her to respond. "And better yet what shall we play today?" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |