The moon is my guide
She blinks looking around her as a horde of horses gather. All of them being embraced by their father. All of them ignoring her and the woman with the brightly colored wings. With a frown her ears flick towards the annoying sound he makes.Yes I can hear you. She states it with almost a whisper. Gentle and thoughtful. What was going on? She couldn't quite determine. Standing next to the woman, she took her first meal filling her belly with the warmth so that it swelled and hardened with its fullness.
When suddenly a bump jostles her balance. Whirling her head around she notices the bay colored filly. They were the same height Whats her name? She blinks up at him, unaware that she could ask theh filly dirrectly. No everyone seemed to be asking him what her name is. So She turns and replicates their own actions with in turn asking about their own names.
She blinks looking around watching as each is affectionately touched. Something she was finding herself yearning for. Wide eyes look up at the mare. What had happened? Why was the winged man and all the hroses around him so unhappy with the woman? She had cleaned her, she had fed her, she had kept her warm. And for a breif moment she had shown they same loving touch that the others had recieved from Kirin.
What was wrong? Why would be be unhappy? Games? What were games. She felt so small and completely invisible in the big group of special horses. All of them seemed to hold something dear, all of them seemed to be of special value. What was her gift? She was quickly realizing that she herself had nothing that would make the man want to cuddle her up just as he was the others. No she was plain, normal, and nothing worthy of love.
She wanted to go to the mares side and lean into her, but looking at the group around them, she was sure that something really terrible would happen if she did. Something told her to stay away from the mare. Almost as if being invisible was better than being the object of the males wrath, so she stands there next to the other filly. Leaning into her rather than the mother for comfort.