11-30-2024, 06:28 PM
Having seen her foal fall she had tried to hang back, not wanting to smother her but all that changed with the terrified look upon her child's face as she rocketed at full speed towards her child. Dammit she shouldn't had been so careless until she knew herself what kind of creatures lie within these lands.
Bringing herself to a sliding stop in front of the fallen foal, hind legs digged into the earth to bring her to a abrupt halt, body tense, ears pinned back against her skull in response to whatever threat she would fine.
Except what she saw wasn't what she had been expecting. To Wynters she may have questioned what this creature was but Cascadia was at least a little familiar with magical equines.
Allowing her body posture to relax, she dipped her head slightly as she studied the young colt, seeing similarities to his mother in him she guessed this was one of Myrna's children, something confirmed as she saw said mare walking up behind them.
Trying to remember if Myrna had told her how old her children were she watches as the filly tumbles into the stream. Yes they were definately children she thinks as she struggles to keep in a chuckle at the pairs antics.
Aware that Wynters had found her feet she spares a quick glance to her child, who seems utterly transfixed on the pair, glad to see most of that initial fear being replaced with curiosity.
Switching her attention to Myrna she returns the greeting.
Good morning Myrna. It nice to meet them she says, a touch of humor in her tone as she glances at the distracted pair, the colt still teasing his sister. A quick glance to her own foal showing Wynters taking no notice of Myrna or their conversation, watching the twins with fascination, as only one so young could, seeing everything for the very first time.
Bringing herself to a sliding stop in front of the fallen foal, hind legs digged into the earth to bring her to a abrupt halt, body tense, ears pinned back against her skull in response to whatever threat she would fine.
Except what she saw wasn't what she had been expecting. To Wynters she may have questioned what this creature was but Cascadia was at least a little familiar with magical equines.
Allowing her body posture to relax, she dipped her head slightly as she studied the young colt, seeing similarities to his mother in him she guessed this was one of Myrna's children, something confirmed as she saw said mare walking up behind them.
Trying to remember if Myrna had told her how old her children were she watches as the filly tumbles into the stream. Yes they were definately children she thinks as she struggles to keep in a chuckle at the pairs antics.
Aware that Wynters had found her feet she spares a quick glance to her child, who seems utterly transfixed on the pair, glad to see most of that initial fear being replaced with curiosity.
Switching her attention to Myrna she returns the greeting.
Good morning Myrna. It nice to meet them she says, a touch of humor in her tone as she glances at the distracted pair, the colt still teasing his sister. A quick glance to her own foal showing Wynters taking no notice of Myrna or their conversation, watching the twins with fascination, as only one so young could, seeing everything for the very first time.