Siby dances, unafraid and fueled by the excitement of her first independent adventure. She dances until she nearly collides with a kind, smiling stranger.
Then she halts, splay-legged and wide-eyed with a dramatic puff of air pushed through her dark, fluttering nostrils. But Sibyl's surprise melts away with a blink, and slowly a smile creeps across her delicate features as her eyes rise to meet those of the dark yearling.
At nearly two years old, the other girl probably has a wealth of life experience Sibyl can only envy for now, and she watches the older girl with admiration in her deep sapphire eyes.
"Hi, I'm Sibyl!" She says, unceremoniously with a waggle of her thin tail. But then an idea strikes her, and her eyes light of with sparkling excitement. "Let's play tag!"
Now that the suggestion has been made her boundless energy surges again. Unable to hold her four legs still, Sibyl jumps forward to nip her new friend on the shoulder and declare her "It".
But as she propels herself forward her front right hoof slips out from under her, sending her rushing towards the young mare uncontrolled. Instead of her muzzle, her forehead hits the other's shoulder, and with it the little sharp nub of her budding unicorn horn.
Then she halts, splay-legged and wide-eyed with a dramatic puff of air pushed through her dark, fluttering nostrils. But Sibyl's surprise melts away with a blink, and slowly a smile creeps across her delicate features as her eyes rise to meet those of the dark yearling.
At nearly two years old, the other girl probably has a wealth of life experience Sibyl can only envy for now, and she watches the older girl with admiration in her deep sapphire eyes.
"Hi, I'm Sibyl!" She says, unceremoniously with a waggle of her thin tail. But then an idea strikes her, and her eyes light of with sparkling excitement. "Let's play tag!"
Now that the suggestion has been made her boundless energy surges again. Unable to hold her four legs still, Sibyl jumps forward to nip her new friend on the shoulder and declare her "It".
But as she propels herself forward her front right hoof slips out from under her, sending her rushing towards the young mare uncontrolled. Instead of her muzzle, her forehead hits the other's shoulder, and with it the little sharp nub of her budding unicorn horn.