08-08-2018, 06:37 PM
The world around her is bright - too bright. She blinks rapidly, concealing eyes a shade of hazel that matches her mother's almost perfectly. Inevitably piebald with two painted parents, the patches of sapphire blue are clearly her father's. The lavender tail and the mane that clings damply to her neck are as purple as those of the mare above her now. Kypria leans into the sensation of Kylin washing her clean, making small soft noises of pleasure.
This is much better than being trapped in the darkness.
But eventually her mother pulls away, leaving the tobiano filly alone on the cool sandy floor. She bleats, a loud sound rather like: "Maa!", and attempts to follow her. Of course, the newborn filly is still laying where she'd been born, and so rather than move closer to Kylin she instead topples over - face first - into the sand.
Spluttering, the filly huffs out an offended snort and then shakes her head rapidly. The motion unbalances her a second time, and now her entire damp left side is covered in sand. She makes it to her feet on the first genuine attempt. At her sides, glittering fins flap like wings, helping maintain what little balance she has. The filly falls twice before she masters walking, and she leans gratefully against her mother's hind legs as she begins to nurse.
@[Kylin]
This is much better than being trapped in the darkness.
But eventually her mother pulls away, leaving the tobiano filly alone on the cool sandy floor. She bleats, a loud sound rather like: "Maa!", and attempts to follow her. Of course, the newborn filly is still laying where she'd been born, and so rather than move closer to Kylin she instead topples over - face first - into the sand.
Spluttering, the filly huffs out an offended snort and then shakes her head rapidly. The motion unbalances her a second time, and now her entire damp left side is covered in sand. She makes it to her feet on the first genuine attempt. At her sides, glittering fins flap like wings, helping maintain what little balance she has. The filly falls twice before she masters walking, and she leans gratefully against her mother's hind legs as she begins to nurse.
@[Kylin]