let that lonely feeling wash away; maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay
Her mother had named the filly most appropriately, however unintentional it might have been, and not just because she’s more and more blue-tinted as she matures. Scorch’s little roan daughter loves the water. The ocean is her favorite, though she takes no offense to more mundane bodies of water, either. Mother’s home has stormy, cold, and angry seas; fueled by fire and passion. She likes to coax her dam to the edge of the cliffs and stand and watch the waves, mesmerized. Father’s home has warm, bright waters filled with living things and secret dangers. But the idea of meeting new people is enough to peak her interest in other things, and she prances happily enough along the warm and sunlit path, her mother setting a brisk enough pace to keep the filly from getting distracted but steady enough that she has no trouble keeping pace.
She hesitates and lags behind Scorch, not out of shyness but because it gives her a chance to watch them, out of curious (and rather distinct) amber eyes. Blue looks at the two younger creatures first; a filly with startlingly similar coloring to herself (though Blue doesn’t have any sparkly gold bits) and a boy with wings. The third is an adult, and she watches mother step forward and embrace him, noting that he looks a lot like the colt. Keen ears pick up mother’s introductions quite easily, and though she was leaning towards the other children as potential playmates, the idea of meeting a brother on Scorch’s side is quite intriguing. She has many cousins and siblings in Ischia, her father’s brood, but her family on mother’s side is a bit of a mystery.
Blue eyes the flowers dubiously, uncertain of the color, but endeavors to smile brightly at her matching counterpart to be friendly. “They’re pretty,” she chirps but her eyes are drawn back towards Leilan before too long, and the filly sidesteps in his direction and reaches out towards him, in the tactile way of children. “What kind of brother are you?” she asks with a tilt of her fine-boned head. It might not make sense to Leilan, but it makes lots of sense to Blue. There’s brothers like Cagney, who is overprotective and serious; but there’s also brothers like Maertin and Qaen, who like to play hide-and-seek and chase-me. There’s even brothers like Drax, who nobody talks about except when they think the littles are sleeping.
She hesitates and lags behind Scorch, not out of shyness but because it gives her a chance to watch them, out of curious (and rather distinct) amber eyes. Blue looks at the two younger creatures first; a filly with startlingly similar coloring to herself (though Blue doesn’t have any sparkly gold bits) and a boy with wings. The third is an adult, and she watches mother step forward and embrace him, noting that he looks a lot like the colt. Keen ears pick up mother’s introductions quite easily, and though she was leaning towards the other children as potential playmates, the idea of meeting a brother on Scorch’s side is quite intriguing. She has many cousins and siblings in Ischia, her father’s brood, but her family on mother’s side is a bit of a mystery.
Blue eyes the flowers dubiously, uncertain of the color, but endeavors to smile brightly at her matching counterpart to be friendly. “They’re pretty,” she chirps but her eyes are drawn back towards Leilan before too long, and the filly sidesteps in his direction and reaches out towards him, in the tactile way of children. “What kind of brother are you?” she asks with a tilt of her fine-boned head. It might not make sense to Leilan, but it makes lots of sense to Blue. There’s brothers like Cagney, who is overprotective and serious; but there’s also brothers like Maertin and Qaen, who like to play hide-and-seek and chase-me. There’s even brothers like Drax, who nobody talks about except when they think the littles are sleeping.
