02-11-2018, 02:39 PM
She hears them coming - those comically large ears are good for something, after all - and her little body can hardly contain its excitement, flipping around quickly as the little one reaches her first. She is closer to Siona’s size, though still a bit taller and horse-like, and Siona finds comfort in her scrappy appearance. Wishbone seems wild, just like the fox-girl, who returns her greetings and questions with a sharp-toothed grin.
“Hi! I’m Siona! I was just born like this. I like my tail, don’t you?”
She assumes the larger mare is Wishbone’s mother, though Siona’s own mother never worried over her as Wound does her daughter. Her relatives were less of a family and more of a collection of independents - wandering alone was their specialty, although Siona was unusual, craving the attention of others.
“And my paws are great for playing! They’re much sneakier - hi!” Before Wound can speak, Siona continues on, “I don’t really know where I am or what to do. Do you know? Can you help me?”
She looks back and forth between them, hazel eyes wide with excitement, tail flicking back and forth - the only way she can release her energy while standing still.
“Hi! I’m Siona! I was just born like this. I like my tail, don’t you?”
She assumes the larger mare is Wishbone’s mother, though Siona’s own mother never worried over her as Wound does her daughter. Her relatives were less of a family and more of a collection of independents - wandering alone was their specialty, although Siona was unusual, craving the attention of others.
“And my paws are great for playing! They’re much sneakier - hi!” Before Wound can speak, Siona continues on, “I don’t really know where I am or what to do. Do you know? Can you help me?”
She looks back and forth between them, hazel eyes wide with excitement, tail flicking back and forth - the only way she can release her energy while standing still.
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