11-05-2019, 08:01 PM
She wants very little to do with politics, and he wants nothing to do with them. Perhaps this is the one thing they have in common. The quiet susurration of wings draws her attention to the owl as it approaches and the little pegasus lifts her head, tracking his progress across the sky and into their bubble of isolation. For a moment, it means nothing to her except a vague discomfort at seeing an owl our during the day – not unheard of, but unusual enough to be disquieting. But she blinks once, realizes the owl is gold-and-white instead of black-and-white, and understands.
Noah is too slow to understand, because her filly has already darted forward, tiny ears pricked on top of her head and eyes bright with enthusiasm. “Hello!” she announces to the bird, completely unbothered by the fact that it isn’t a horse. “I’m Noma!” Still before the slightly shocked Noah can interfere, the filly has already lowered her muzzle to whuffle noisily into Aodhan-the-owl’s feathers. “What’s your name?”
Her frozen muscles finally unlock and the little mare leaps forward, brushing her daughter back from the bird rapidly but as gentle as she can manage, huffing out an exasperated breath. Who knew parenting would go like this? ”Noma, that’s rude,” she chides, trying to put some space between her overexuberant offspring and their only compatriot. But maybe this is what childhood is supposed to be? Noah wouldn’t know, really. “I’m sorry,” she offers somewhat sheepishly to Aodhan-the-owl.
@[Aodhan] hi I exist #oops
Noah is too slow to understand, because her filly has already darted forward, tiny ears pricked on top of her head and eyes bright with enthusiasm. “Hello!” she announces to the bird, completely unbothered by the fact that it isn’t a horse. “I’m Noma!” Still before the slightly shocked Noah can interfere, the filly has already lowered her muzzle to whuffle noisily into Aodhan-the-owl’s feathers. “What’s your name?”
Her frozen muscles finally unlock and the little mare leaps forward, brushing her daughter back from the bird rapidly but as gentle as she can manage, huffing out an exasperated breath. Who knew parenting would go like this? ”Noma, that’s rude,” she chides, trying to put some space between her overexuberant offspring and their only compatriot. But maybe this is what childhood is supposed to be? Noah wouldn’t know, really. “I’m sorry,” she offers somewhat sheepishly to Aodhan-the-owl.
@[Aodhan] hi I exist #oops