10-14-2019, 08:16 PM
It is perhaps fortunate for Own that he cannot read the unconscious predatory trait that allows Celina to catch the audible gulp in his throat and the way his heart flutters just a little faster. She herself is not even aware what it is, and her conscious reaction to her new friend’s nervousness is to smile encouragingly and think of delicious foods to distract him. Perhaps he was worried they wouldn’t find any food, she thinks.
Well, they definitely won’t find any like that, she thinks to herself. To her eyes, Owin is just staring in a circle as though waiting for a snack to pop out and say hello. But he sounds so confident when he says that he’s found a good spot that Celina just glances over at Aeolus with a hopeful shrug and takes off after the buckskin colt.
”She lives in Taiga with us,” the white filly tells Aeolus, ”She’s really cool and brave.” These are vital attributes for the young, of course, and Celina is sure that her sunset colored friend will appreciate them if he were to ever meet Popinjay.
The sight of the berries distracts her, and she realizes that there is no doubt that this is exactly what Owin had seen from the distance. The winged filly is more hungry than curious though, and she darts forward toward the brush. The rabbits, startled by the arrival of three foals, make a run for it. Celina does not follow them, but for a moment she watches, wondering what she might do if she could. The wondering is brief, and she turns back to the berry bush and begins to happily much away, staining her pale mouth almost immediately with the juicy fruit.
@[Aelous]
@[Owin]
Well, they definitely won’t find any like that, she thinks to herself. To her eyes, Owin is just staring in a circle as though waiting for a snack to pop out and say hello. But he sounds so confident when he says that he’s found a good spot that Celina just glances over at Aeolus with a hopeful shrug and takes off after the buckskin colt.
”She lives in Taiga with us,” the white filly tells Aeolus, ”She’s really cool and brave.” These are vital attributes for the young, of course, and Celina is sure that her sunset colored friend will appreciate them if he were to ever meet Popinjay.
The sight of the berries distracts her, and she realizes that there is no doubt that this is exactly what Owin had seen from the distance. The winged filly is more hungry than curious though, and she darts forward toward the brush. The rabbits, startled by the arrival of three foals, make a run for it. Celina does not follow them, but for a moment she watches, wondering what she might do if she could. The wondering is brief, and she turns back to the berry bush and begins to happily much away, staining her pale mouth almost immediately with the juicy fruit.
@[Aelous]
@[Owin]