Nymf couldn’t help but smile. The little filly’s laugh brought a lightness to her heart, one that she had been lacking since the death of her son. Filled with relief the pale mare watched her new charge as she galloped around the field of daisies. Her brightly colored coat was easy to spot and was almost entertaining to watch as she threw herself into her game before she completed her circuit and stopped before her once more. A smile lit up her face and Nymf nuzzled her comfortingly.
The two were alike in a lot of ways, though the youngling would never know it. They’d both lost pieces of them that were dear and they both needed each other. In the midst of the darkness they had found each other and, somehow, she believed that they were going to be ok.
A fairy fluttered over and studied the two of them together, pleased by their union. Happily, the filly says her goodbye, though the fairy seems to hardly mind the departure. Kiwi, is the little ones name. Odder still, and yet Nymf thought that it suited the bright little filly.
As the guardian flew away Nymf was reminded yet again of another challenge that they faced. Travel. She was well accustomed to flying over long distances, but little Kiwi lacked wings and would be lost otherwise. Fear gripped her. They had a long journey ahead of them on a road wrought with many challenges. A similar journey was what had stolen Seb and her son away from her. Staying in the meadow, protected, felt comfortable and yet altogether impossible. They had to leave. Nerine was waiting.
”Are you strong enough to walk?” Nymf asked. Kiwi was little and her legs seemed hardly sturdy enough to carry her, though they did. ”We have a long journey ahead of us, little one, and I am going to need you to be really, really brave.”
