09-24-2015, 02:01 AM
Well the kid seems friendly, if nothing else.
Sidra can’t help but grin as the tiny little girl shoves nuzzles her chest. She doesn’t think she’ll mind being a big sister. It could be fun - someone else to fool around with, someone else to bother …
She’ll still pick her mother’s brain though, the moment she gets the mare alone. She knows that something’s up - her mother hadn’t been at all pregnant during the winter. This girl has either been taken or adopted … though knowing her mother’s soft nature, adoption is the more likely case.
She steps forward in concern when the girl falls, and understanding comes when she hears the fierce rumble of the filly’s stomach. The poor thing is probably starving. Sidra glances at her mother - Fiasko hasn’t produced milk in aaaages, and the girl is too young to eat plants.
The sound of many hooves approaching makes her look up, and she smiles politely as her mother’s friend Wichita walks up, two little foals tagging along. She doesn’t know the mare terribly well, but she seems nice enough.
Sidra stays silent as Fiasko and Wichita make small talk, but when her mother broaches the subject of milk she snorts quietly. How very awkward. But she supposes it’s necessary.
She glances at Wichita, then at her young twins. She doubts the mare has much milk to spare, if any. But beggars can’t be choosers. She sure as hell can’t suckle the kid.
Sidra can’t help but grin as the tiny little girl shoves nuzzles her chest. She doesn’t think she’ll mind being a big sister. It could be fun - someone else to fool around with, someone else to bother …
She’ll still pick her mother’s brain though, the moment she gets the mare alone. She knows that something’s up - her mother hadn’t been at all pregnant during the winter. This girl has either been taken or adopted … though knowing her mother’s soft nature, adoption is the more likely case.
She steps forward in concern when the girl falls, and understanding comes when she hears the fierce rumble of the filly’s stomach. The poor thing is probably starving. Sidra glances at her mother - Fiasko hasn’t produced milk in aaaages, and the girl is too young to eat plants.
The sound of many hooves approaching makes her look up, and she smiles politely as her mother’s friend Wichita walks up, two little foals tagging along. She doesn’t know the mare terribly well, but she seems nice enough.
Sidra stays silent as Fiasko and Wichita make small talk, but when her mother broaches the subject of milk she snorts quietly. How very awkward. But she supposes it’s necessary.
She glances at Wichita, then at her young twins. She doubts the mare has much milk to spare, if any. But beggars can’t be choosers. She sure as hell can’t suckle the kid.
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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