It is so easy to get carried away in the excitement, to allow the exuberance of the others, of her brother, of Knight and now, of Ivar, to carry her along. She is a naturally quiet creature, not shy, but certainly not vivacious or outgoing like her brother. Like her mother, and even in a way like her father. It’s easy to follow the group, to allow the smile of joy and delight to stretch her lips, to dance along with the carefree path of the butterfly.
Her blue gaze is distracted for a moment, following the retreat of the golden filly. A hint of sadness crosses her features, quickly passing. She understands, perhaps too well, just how overwhelming the world could sometimes be. Especially when one is so new. Were it not for her brother, she might never have dared come here on her own.
But then, she might have. She surprises even herself sometimes.
She doesn’t hesitate in obeying her brother’s directive, small, delicate form slipping forward to form one corner of a circle around the wayward creature. She can see the fallacy of such a plan, but she is charmed nonetheless. Perhaps it would simply fly away, reaching into the heavens and disappearing before any of them could touch it, before it could place those gentle kisses upon them that Knight so badly wanted, but then, perhaps it would not.
Her small, glowing face turns to the mulberry colt, features lighting with the soft smile that tugs at her lips, everything that is innocent and kind. ”If the butterfly does not give you a kiss, I shall. Though, I think perhaps it would give better kisses than I would.” Her words echo a bit louder this time, a bit more firmly, though still softer than that of her newfound friends.
She has barely gotten the words out when a new face emerges, this one a fillycolored a coppery red. Her head tips curiously as the newcomer, who introduces herself as Radiant, begins speaking, her lips forming around foreign sounding words. And though she doesn’t quite understand it, she is fairly certain it is a name. ”How do you know it is a she?” Her gentle voice is filled with curiosity, her mind as eager for knowledge as her eyes for sight.
Her blue gaze is distracted for a moment, following the retreat of the golden filly. A hint of sadness crosses her features, quickly passing. She understands, perhaps too well, just how overwhelming the world could sometimes be. Especially when one is so new. Were it not for her brother, she might never have dared come here on her own.
But then, she might have. She surprises even herself sometimes.
She doesn’t hesitate in obeying her brother’s directive, small, delicate form slipping forward to form one corner of a circle around the wayward creature. She can see the fallacy of such a plan, but she is charmed nonetheless. Perhaps it would simply fly away, reaching into the heavens and disappearing before any of them could touch it, before it could place those gentle kisses upon them that Knight so badly wanted, but then, perhaps it would not.
Her small, glowing face turns to the mulberry colt, features lighting with the soft smile that tugs at her lips, everything that is innocent and kind. ”If the butterfly does not give you a kiss, I shall. Though, I think perhaps it would give better kisses than I would.” Her words echo a bit louder this time, a bit more firmly, though still softer than that of her newfound friends.
She has barely gotten the words out when a new face emerges, this one a fillycolored a coppery red. Her head tips curiously as the newcomer, who introduces herself as Radiant, begins speaking, her lips forming around foreign sounding words. And though she doesn’t quite understand it, she is fairly certain it is a name. ”How do you know it is a she?” Her gentle voice is filled with curiosity, her mind as eager for knowledge as her eyes for sight.
