 Her head sways back and forth as she moves, low to the ground and curious. Celina’s sense of smell is no keener than any other horse’s, but she is searching for one particular scent. Though she travels this way frequently and considered her knowledge of the trail better-than-most’s, she has never been able to find her father before he finds her. Today will be the day that she does, the pale-eyed mare thinks, and her iridescent brown furrows in concentration. The short, brittle grass brushes against the delicate scales of her chin and lips, and though she mouths at it now and then in curiosity, there is no doubt that the jagged teeth that protrude from her too-long jaw are not meant for greenery.
The sound of a voice makes her jump.
She’d been so focused on scent that she’d forgotten about sight and sound. Fortunately, the speaker is far enough away that the sound their voice is an indiscernible rumble.
Indiscernible in terms of words that is…she knows that voice!
Moving forward as quickly and silently as she can, she hears a second voice reply. She knows that voice too, though the memory of it is far less recent. How long has it been since she saw Elio, Celina wonders to herself? He’s certainly been much smaller back then – he might rival Dad in height if Dad were himself and not some striped creature block the path of her younger brother through the forest
“Gosh Elio,” Celina purrs, striding forward to stand nearer the stripped creature. “You’re, like, super bad at keeping a lookout. Besides, Dad’s just doing his job, you know. You should be more polite.” She glances to the side, almost furtively, trying to disguise the movement with a toss of her navy forelock. The white mare is eager to impress her father, especially as this is the first time he’d not been the one to catch her off-guard.
celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type
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@[Wolfbane]
@[Elio]
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