10-25-2018, 09:46 AM
She giggles out loud as he groans. She had been watching him practice from below, although she must have caught just the last little bit of it. She had thought to stretch her own wings, thought to launch herself into the sky and see what kind of mood he might have been in. Instead she had stilled when his body came hurtling through the sky and he kind of just...plopped in the water. The thought of it makes her giggle again, a young innocent sounding laugh. Misleading perhaps in sound by how old someone might think her to be. She was no longer a filly, but she was still young, still perhaps bathed in the innocence of her upbringing.
She was black, but there were a few very faint patches where her fur looked almost silver. No doubt by now he was looking for her from the sound of her laugh. She slips from the brush, lingering briefly along the edge of the water and tilting her head just a bit to the side as she smiles. “Still learning huh?” She remembers when she was young, when her body had ached and ached and she had thought she would die from the pain of her muscles growing. She stretches her own long black wings out experimentally. “It gets better. You did a good job.” Her head bobbing towards the sky briefly.
She tucks them back against her. “How long have you had them?” Not one for immediate introductions (she blames that on her papa), she continues conversation as if they had always known each other. Her weight shifting and settling along until one of her legs cock and her hoof rest on the edge. “Or, if you have had them, why are you just now learning to fly?” A curious smile curls her lips as she waits for him to response to her.
She was black, but there were a few very faint patches where her fur looked almost silver. No doubt by now he was looking for her from the sound of her laugh. She slips from the brush, lingering briefly along the edge of the water and tilting her head just a bit to the side as she smiles. “Still learning huh?” She remembers when she was young, when her body had ached and ached and she had thought she would die from the pain of her muscles growing. She stretches her own long black wings out experimentally. “It gets better. You did a good job.” Her head bobbing towards the sky briefly.
She tucks them back against her. “How long have you had them?” Not one for immediate introductions (she blames that on her papa), she continues conversation as if they had always known each other. Her weight shifting and settling along until one of her legs cock and her hoof rest on the edge. “Or, if you have had them, why are you just now learning to fly?” A curious smile curls her lips as she waits for him to response to her.