05-16-2020, 04:23 PM
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Solving the puzzle of the girl’s predicament is the most fun he’s ever had!
He finds new pleasure in thinking and executing, in coming up with solutions to the issue at hoof. Ideas have always come to him easily, though he’s never had much of an outlet with which to try them out on. One day, when he’s older and bigger, he believes he will think of great things – ways to help everyone in their world live better and be happier.
He’s never had a friend, either, but he warms to it even faster than he does to thinking. Charmed by her gracious efforts to give his ideas a go, the colt’s smile grows the longer the time they spend together. Even if his ideas don’t work (as they all seem destined to fail at first), the comradery is reward enough. Being with only his mother for the vast majority of his young life has left him craving the companionship of those closer in age to him.
After he flops down on the ground and tells her his latest plan, he’s suddenly worried that it will work and she will leave him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have shared his thoughts so readily? Maybe he should have drawn out the suspense more, left her interest dangling on the next scheme swimming around his head? She closes her orange eyes and it takes all the restraint in his little body not to ask her to stop, because he is sure this effort will work. He is also sure that she will have other friends – better friends – waiting for her when she is herself again.
In a breath (and her shout) the hawk becomes a filly. Barrow feels a clench in his stomach, but he’s just as delighted as she that they had found the answer. She nearly topples him over in her sudden transformation, and he braces his shoulder to catch her weight as best he can while sharing her laughter. It carries on when he realizes she isn’t leaving. The girl stays just beside him, seemingly fatigued from her time as a bird. “Crazy? I think the word you’re looking for is genius.”
She twists her head to look at him and he’s still grinning until her question catches him off guard. He screws up his face in concentration and presses his lips in a taut line. Small snowflakes start falling down from a space just above his head, catching in his lashes and whiskers. He blows them over to Mazikeen’s outstretched face with a cold breath. “It’s not much. Momma says it will grow with me, though.” Certainly not as cool as her trick had been. Another thought occurs to him then and he brightens again. “Maybe I’ll be able to make you an ice-tree to perch in someday.”
He finds new pleasure in thinking and executing, in coming up with solutions to the issue at hoof. Ideas have always come to him easily, though he’s never had much of an outlet with which to try them out on. One day, when he’s older and bigger, he believes he will think of great things – ways to help everyone in their world live better and be happier.
He’s never had a friend, either, but he warms to it even faster than he does to thinking. Charmed by her gracious efforts to give his ideas a go, the colt’s smile grows the longer the time they spend together. Even if his ideas don’t work (as they all seem destined to fail at first), the comradery is reward enough. Being with only his mother for the vast majority of his young life has left him craving the companionship of those closer in age to him.
After he flops down on the ground and tells her his latest plan, he’s suddenly worried that it will work and she will leave him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have shared his thoughts so readily? Maybe he should have drawn out the suspense more, left her interest dangling on the next scheme swimming around his head? She closes her orange eyes and it takes all the restraint in his little body not to ask her to stop, because he is sure this effort will work. He is also sure that she will have other friends – better friends – waiting for her when she is herself again.
In a breath (and her shout) the hawk becomes a filly. Barrow feels a clench in his stomach, but he’s just as delighted as she that they had found the answer. She nearly topples him over in her sudden transformation, and he braces his shoulder to catch her weight as best he can while sharing her laughter. It carries on when he realizes she isn’t leaving. The girl stays just beside him, seemingly fatigued from her time as a bird. “Crazy? I think the word you’re looking for is genius.”
She twists her head to look at him and he’s still grinning until her question catches him off guard. He screws up his face in concentration and presses his lips in a taut line. Small snowflakes start falling down from a space just above his head, catching in his lashes and whiskers. He blows them over to Mazikeen’s outstretched face with a cold breath. “It’s not much. Momma says it will grow with me, though.” Certainly not as cool as her trick had been. Another thought occurs to him then and he brightens again. “Maybe I’ll be able to make you an ice-tree to perch in someday.”
barrow
@[Mazikeen] sorry for the wait! We can stop here and do another somewhere if you want since they are older now?