11-04-2018, 11:33 AM
It was easy to get lost in the shuffle, to let her mind fill with nothingness and simply follow the herd.
Not until she is standing on dry land again does she look for her family, her parents and sister who she had blindly assumed were coming with. The purple stallion had been impossible to resist; Kypria hadn't thought to disbelieve his honesty of his insistence that they leave Ischia.
Yet know she finds herself some distance from the only home that she has ever known, and her quivering white sides begin to rise and fall too rapidly. She can't catch her breath as the panic rises, and she calls out: "Momma?! Kyvi?!"
Her hazel eyes caste around the gathered faces, but they are all strangers. Parts of them are familiar - she sees the slope of Kyveli's nose on that face and her mother's wide eyes on another - which is to be expected in this tightly related little herd, but none are right. There - lavender and white tobiano. Kypria darts toward the pattern, but skids to a halt only a few paces later, finding that it is only Kharon and not Kylin.
Her disappointment is nearly palpable, but she says nothing as her face falls and the worry rises.
Not until she is standing on dry land again does she look for her family, her parents and sister who she had blindly assumed were coming with. The purple stallion had been impossible to resist; Kypria hadn't thought to disbelieve his honesty of his insistence that they leave Ischia.
Yet know she finds herself some distance from the only home that she has ever known, and her quivering white sides begin to rise and fall too rapidly. She can't catch her breath as the panic rises, and she calls out: "Momma?! Kyvi?!"
Her hazel eyes caste around the gathered faces, but they are all strangers. Parts of them are familiar - she sees the slope of Kyveli's nose on that face and her mother's wide eyes on another - which is to be expected in this tightly related little herd, but none are right. There - lavender and white tobiano. Kypria darts toward the pattern, but skids to a halt only a few paces later, finding that it is only Kharon and not Kylin.
Her disappointment is nearly palpable, but she says nothing as her face falls and the worry rises.