It takes time, but the tiny figure eventually finds her way to her skinny legs, wobbling to and fro, but standing nonetheless. Scorch smiles appreciatively, and reaches out to steady the girl, ruffling her mane and poofy forelock. "Well done, child, I knew you could do it." It isn't much, but in Scorch's books, it is a world of encouragement and positivity.
They begin their trek then, with the mother taking small steps so that the spotted filly can easily keep up. With the high-pitched voice of youth, the gentle, nuzzling girl announces her name. Philomena. Scorch smiles again, softly swaying her scraggly tail so as to wrap around the newborn as they walk.
"My name is Scorch, Philomena." She stops walking as the scent line approaches, bombarding their nostrils with news of many other horses, of a kingdom. "This land is called Nerine, and it is your home." The sun has begun to set on the two newly bonded figures, and Scorch shivers in the gathering shade due to her baldness.
"Come, Mina, and we will find a place to settle. Would you like that?" She shifts her eyes to look at the girl squarely, their colour a peaceful sky-blue. "You must be tired. And hungry." Smiling again, the expression never becoming old for her in the presence of a child, Scorch turns away and extends a gentle beam of light ahead of them, guiding their way through the Nerinian underbrush.
@[Philomena]
They begin their trek then, with the mother taking small steps so that the spotted filly can easily keep up. With the high-pitched voice of youth, the gentle, nuzzling girl announces her name. Philomena. Scorch smiles again, softly swaying her scraggly tail so as to wrap around the newborn as they walk.
"My name is Scorch, Philomena." She stops walking as the scent line approaches, bombarding their nostrils with news of many other horses, of a kingdom. "This land is called Nerine, and it is your home." The sun has begun to set on the two newly bonded figures, and Scorch shivers in the gathering shade due to her baldness.
"Come, Mina, and we will find a place to settle. Would you like that?" She shifts her eyes to look at the girl squarely, their colour a peaceful sky-blue. "You must be tired. And hungry." Smiling again, the expression never becoming old for her in the presence of a child, Scorch turns away and extends a gentle beam of light ahead of them, guiding their way through the Nerinian underbrush.
@[Philomena]
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