The first thing she knew was her mother’s thoughts.
Not her voice - that came later, of course - but before she could even think herself, or hear, or even move, her mother’s thoughts were pressed into her newly created mind, as a flower pressed between the pages of a worn book. They were gentle thoughts, ones that soothed her even in a world where nothing yet existed. Sometimes there was a sense of uncertainty in her mother’s thoughts - worries and anxieties that all mothers share.
She can’t remember when, but soon her mind was flooded by others’ thoughts. Not her mother’s, no, because she knew those. Other’s thoughts - burning and searing and loud - were not privy to her listening as they chittered about the things that she often did. They liked the way mother’s walking would rock them to sleep and disliked when there was no movement. Soon, she’d actually feel them press against her, aware that these voices were not on the outside, like her mother, but right beside her heartbeat.
Her sisters.
She knew they loved her as she loved them, despite being them not knowing it yet.
It had been warm in their mother’s womb, where they all had been tightly knit together - all twisted legs and tiny bodies - and even a few precious days after their birth, Sunlight still found herself longing for the warmth of her mother, as well as the tangled mess of legs that were Firelight and Skylight. The fillies were wrapped up within each other, Sunlight’s head resting on the steady rhythm of Firelight’s ribcage while Skylight’s own head rested on her onyx shoulder.
The first light of dawn did not awaken her. No, it was the first few pinpricks of someone’s thoughts tickling at her, a familiar sensation that causes her satin black eyelids to twitch with the movement of her eyes beneath. Her mother’s thoughts awaken her from her sleep, causing her to rustle between her two sisters. Sunlight always stirred awake at her mother’s thoughts or even her sister’s thoughts within the womb and was unbothered by it. Her mother, however, attempts to gently shush her back into solace, but the black and gold filly merely snorts in disapproval and is already set on beginning her day.
With a grunt she begins to lift her head, disrupting Skylight’s peaceful slumber with the shifting of her weight. Her forelegs are tangled within the same intricate patterns of her identical sisters, not hesitating to nip at both of them to rouse them awake all the more. Her mother tsks at this, but there is a gentle smile on Sunlight’s lips as her sisters begin to break away from her so she could begin to stand.
Rays of the sun are beginning to stream out from over the horizon, chasing away the deep blue of night and its stars. Sunlight has come to stand beside her mother, rubbing her face against one of her legs with sleepiness. Her sisters have stirred beside her, a large sneeze coming from Firelight (she only knew so because her sister’s thoughts were shouting in her mind a mere second after) followed by the sound of her little body tumbling to the ground. A gasp from her mother followed by a string of thoughts that Sunlight could not keep up with causes the filly to turn wildly towards her sisters.
Firelight is in a splay of gold and white legs, while Skylight prances in what seems to be a mixture of adrenaline and shock (Sun could not keep up with all of the thoughts coming from them and their mother). At Firelight’s feet, orange and red glow like lamplight in the dim light of dusk, its brilliance growing bigger and bolder with each passing second. Mother is at Firelight’s side, urging her to stand, and despite the whirlwind of thoughts that overwhelm Sunlight’s own mind, the girl is completely enraptured with the flames, a giggle leaving the breathless smile on her lips.
The orb begins to dance, bouncing delightfully with the rhythm of Sunlight’s bobbing head, where more laughter erupts from her open mouth. Unaware of the dangers and equally unafraid, she continues to play with the flame, ignoring her mother’s shouts and gasps (and thoughts) of terror as the ball of fire only creates more each time Sunlight allows it to touch another patch of grass.
Without a thought, Sunlight tosses one of the spitfires towards Skylight, leaping happily through the orange and red flowers that now dance wildly around her family.
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@[Skylight] @[Firelight]