10-02-2018, 07:33 AM
She is skipping along behind her mother, leaping over waves, and when Kylin stops at the edge of the beach Kypria leaps farther ahead. The pale filly flares her glittering fins as she lands - splayed legged - in the white sand. She tumbles to her side and rolls for a moment, her white feet kicking up at the brilliantly blue. Distracted by her own amusement, Kypria has missed the stress in her mother's face, but from where she lays on the sand she can see it all too clearly.
The long legged filly scrambles to her feet, making no attempt to shake the sand from her white hide before she presses her muzzle to her mother's lavender cheek. Kypria had passed her mother in height a few moons ago, but she tucks the bridge of her nose beneath Kylin's chin as affectionately as a young child might.
Standing beside her mother, the two year old can see something moving between the palms, and she steps forward with her father's boldness and calls: "Hey! Who's over there?" A warm breeze catches at her lavender mane, tugging away the salty strands and lifting them just long enough to show the patch of sapphire blue along the right side of her crest. "Come out!"
The long legged filly scrambles to her feet, making no attempt to shake the sand from her white hide before she presses her muzzle to her mother's lavender cheek. Kypria had passed her mother in height a few moons ago, but she tucks the bridge of her nose beneath Kylin's chin as affectionately as a young child might.
Standing beside her mother, the two year old can see something moving between the palms, and she steps forward with her father's boldness and calls: "Hey! Who's over there?" A warm breeze catches at her lavender mane, tugging away the salty strands and lifting them just long enough to show the patch of sapphire blue along the right side of her crest. "Come out!"