10-06-2018, 06:15 AM
Kyveli
Bold, like her father, and easily encouraged to venture out further and farther. Over the sea, jumping the waves, and determined that this time she can round the whole main island.
Or maybe the mainland could also be a good place to go?
In the middle of that thought, in the middle of the sea, she stands to the northeastern side of the largest Ischian island, tempted by the luring Tephran volcano that she can see from here. It sure would be too dry a climate for her, especially for her fins, but the amethyst and lavender ombre filly can’t help but want to explore. She’s two years old now. And the older sister. Surely she doesn’t need to be watched all the time. Surely they’ll agree with her when she says she is an adult now.
But there’s movement. Not from Tephra, but on the water. The distance is way too long to see anything than a vague greyish form moving from the mainland towards the island group, so it could be seals, maybe? Dolphins? Still - she’s never seen seals and dolphins, not up close, and so the bolts toward the movement. They may not have seen her when she stood still - but when the adult stallion is shouting intonthe trees and meets with her mother, the glittering purple girl has another target in mind, racing towards the purple horses.
Of course her mother had always claimed that anyone purple or lavender is family. It’s like when she met Kove, her cousin, and these even look more like family than her, to be honest. She had been only a little purple. These two are purple all over.
She doesn’t know she doesn’t need to shout, and so her voice carries loudly across the waves. ”HELLO! I’M KYVI!” She jumps a few more waves when she’s nearer, practically still jumping up and down when she reaches the colt and filly who seem to be about her age. ”Who are you? Are you family? MOM! COME LOOK!” The last part directed at the two figures on the mainland, and she’s turned away from the lavender pair in favour of trying to get her mother to look her way.
Or maybe the mainland could also be a good place to go?
In the middle of that thought, in the middle of the sea, she stands to the northeastern side of the largest Ischian island, tempted by the luring Tephran volcano that she can see from here. It sure would be too dry a climate for her, especially for her fins, but the amethyst and lavender ombre filly can’t help but want to explore. She’s two years old now. And the older sister. Surely she doesn’t need to be watched all the time. Surely they’ll agree with her when she says she is an adult now.
But there’s movement. Not from Tephra, but on the water. The distance is way too long to see anything than a vague greyish form moving from the mainland towards the island group, so it could be seals, maybe? Dolphins? Still - she’s never seen seals and dolphins, not up close, and so the bolts toward the movement. They may not have seen her when she stood still - but when the adult stallion is shouting intonthe trees and meets with her mother, the glittering purple girl has another target in mind, racing towards the purple horses.
Of course her mother had always claimed that anyone purple or lavender is family. It’s like when she met Kove, her cousin, and these even look more like family than her, to be honest. She had been only a little purple. These two are purple all over.
She doesn’t know she doesn’t need to shout, and so her voice carries loudly across the waves. ”HELLO! I’M KYVI!” She jumps a few more waves when she’s nearer, practically still jumping up and down when she reaches the colt and filly who seem to be about her age. ”Who are you? Are you family? MOM! COME LOOK!” The last part directed at the two figures on the mainland, and she’s turned away from the lavender pair in favour of trying to get her mother to look her way.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing
in the purple rain
in the purple rain
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