Valensia
One second she could swear that the vegetation is going to eat her, and the next a pale head is popping from the shuffling bush. Her own head rises from its interest in her wings; with a snort of surprise, her feathers and coat ruffle at the presence of an unknown. Cocking her head, the filly gazes at the new comer from one of her honeyed eye. She takes the mare’s scent deep into her lungs, the taste on her breath seems salty, and a thick musk clings to her; this particular scent puzzles the filly for a moment before her thoughts are interrupted.
Hellluu Her lips slide around the syllables dramatically mimicking what she saw the other do. It is decidedly a very interesting development for her, and something snaps inside her. She can’t understand the hunger for knowledge or the curiosity that burns through her bones, only that these urges to pay closer attention, and the quickening of her heart tell her to expect more from where that came from. At the touch she relaxes, sighing in comfort. She cranes her neck bumping the mare with her whiskery muzzle in return.
Something clicks and her fears of the world seem to settle. The bush looks more like a bush, and doesn’t seem quite so foal thirsty anymore. The tree draws back seemingly slightly smaller than before this pale creature came. The slashes of orange bleed back into calm filaments of meandering light. The birds have settled, and they no longer pay any mind to the filly who had just believed them to be calling out for something to harm her. Val’s uncertain steps bring her closer to the creamy hide, and the warmth that it offers. She pauses for a second looking up to the others gaze, wondering if she would stop her from seeking this comfort. Brushing her muzzle along the thick neck of muscle her shoulder twitches, reactively she flaps her wings again. What are these? Attentively she’s been listening to the conversations around them, gathering a few words as she does. Understanding is coming slow but each moment that she focuses on learning brings her closer to satisfying this new thirst.
Hellluu Her lips slide around the syllables dramatically mimicking what she saw the other do. It is decidedly a very interesting development for her, and something snaps inside her. She can’t understand the hunger for knowledge or the curiosity that burns through her bones, only that these urges to pay closer attention, and the quickening of her heart tell her to expect more from where that came from. At the touch she relaxes, sighing in comfort. She cranes her neck bumping the mare with her whiskery muzzle in return.
Something clicks and her fears of the world seem to settle. The bush looks more like a bush, and doesn’t seem quite so foal thirsty anymore. The tree draws back seemingly slightly smaller than before this pale creature came. The slashes of orange bleed back into calm filaments of meandering light. The birds have settled, and they no longer pay any mind to the filly who had just believed them to be calling out for something to harm her. Val’s uncertain steps bring her closer to the creamy hide, and the warmth that it offers. She pauses for a second looking up to the others gaze, wondering if she would stop her from seeking this comfort. Brushing her muzzle along the thick neck of muscle her shoulder twitches, reactively she flaps her wings again. What are these? Attentively she’s been listening to the conversations around them, gathering a few words as she does. Understanding is coming slow but each moment that she focuses on learning brings her closer to satisfying this new thirst.
“And there was you - your fair self,
always delicately dressed,
with white firm fingers sure of touch
in delicate true work.
I loved you then.”
- Charlotte Gilman