06-12-2021, 05:49 PM
sickle
Sickle is delighted by these two other foals, even though the filly in the pond says that it’s not hers. She doesn’t really get what Asterope means by ‘I think I am the pond’s’ but as they’ve moved onto introductions it doesn’t seem to be too big of a deal that she does not understand it. Maybe it'll be something she'll get when she's older, that seems to be something she hears every now and then.
“I’m Sickle.” She fills the silence while the colt drinks because otherwise she might start wondering if the pond tasted any different because someone was living in it. Or just swimming in it? It was hard to tell.
She nods along with Cross’ admittance that neither of them knew there’d be someone in the pond, but it is a pretty pleasant surprise. She glances behind her and sees Malou sitting just in the shadows, and the presence of her mom’s companion means that she’s safe.
Which isn’t usually a concern of this bright eyed filly, and it is quickly forgotten as one when Cross asks what they’d like to do.
“We could swim!” Sickle blurts out with a burst of enthusiasm, dancing a little on her spot as she looks to Asterope, wondering if she’d like some company in (what Sickle will forever consider) her pond. “That’s what I was gonna ask but I didn’t wanna be rude until you answered his question first.”
“I’m Sickle.” She fills the silence while the colt drinks because otherwise she might start wondering if the pond tasted any different because someone was living in it. Or just swimming in it? It was hard to tell.
She nods along with Cross’ admittance that neither of them knew there’d be someone in the pond, but it is a pretty pleasant surprise. She glances behind her and sees Malou sitting just in the shadows, and the presence of her mom’s companion means that she’s safe.
Which isn’t usually a concern of this bright eyed filly, and it is quickly forgotten as one when Cross asks what they’d like to do.
“We could swim!” Sickle blurts out with a burst of enthusiasm, dancing a little on her spot as she looks to Asterope, wondering if she’d like some company in (what Sickle will forever consider) her pond. “That’s what I was gonna ask but I didn’t wanna be rude until you answered his question first.”
@[asterope]