10-01-2021, 06:05 PM
The sound of her sister catches her completely off guard. The young mare tucks her hindquarters beneath her in fright, opening her own pale blue wings to spread them outward from her sides, squealing loudly. She kicks out but it is useless; the parrot is already clamoring onto her, its sharp talons pricking at the darker blue of her topline as if tracing it like a tightrope. Ciroc’s eyes roll in realization, settling long enough for her beautifully colored sister to climb to the crest of her head, settling in the tangles of her two-toned blue forelock that now is permanently stuck in her bright eyes now that the parrot is standing on her.
From beneath the bird’s large feet, Ciroc’s eyes glance upwards beneath a heavy brow. Her head is lowered as if the weight of her parrot-sister is heavy, her darker-tipped ears flipped back in displeasure. With a wrinkle of her pale nose, Ciroc throws her head upwards with a jolt in an attempt to loosen the large bird from her head. Her foreleg paws at the fine white sand beneath her hoof, whether or not Sundari remained on her head or not.
She asks what she was looking at and suddenly she remembers. Ciroc gasps, leaping forward and scanning the sand expertly, trying to find the jeweled hermit crab in the midst of blinding white sand and sparkling, lazy blue waves. After a few moments of frantic searching, the mare groans. “Sundari!” She complains dramatically with a long whine, contemplating falling onto the sand to really bring home her disappointment. “You made me lose it!” The tide has already started to come back in, filling in the numerous tidepools with each passing wave.
With a clenched jaw and a furious snort, the winged mare fashions herself a shape to match her sister - a macaw with a vibrant red crest melting into yellow and blue feathers. Her wings flap terribly in her anger, flying upwards to divebomb Sundari, hoping to nip her with her beak as well as frighten her into flying over the water.
From beneath the bird’s large feet, Ciroc’s eyes glance upwards beneath a heavy brow. Her head is lowered as if the weight of her parrot-sister is heavy, her darker-tipped ears flipped back in displeasure. With a wrinkle of her pale nose, Ciroc throws her head upwards with a jolt in an attempt to loosen the large bird from her head. Her foreleg paws at the fine white sand beneath her hoof, whether or not Sundari remained on her head or not.
She asks what she was looking at and suddenly she remembers. Ciroc gasps, leaping forward and scanning the sand expertly, trying to find the jeweled hermit crab in the midst of blinding white sand and sparkling, lazy blue waves. After a few moments of frantic searching, the mare groans. “Sundari!” She complains dramatically with a long whine, contemplating falling onto the sand to really bring home her disappointment. “You made me lose it!” The tide has already started to come back in, filling in the numerous tidepools with each passing wave.
With a clenched jaw and a furious snort, the winged mare fashions herself a shape to match her sister - a macaw with a vibrant red crest melting into yellow and blue feathers. Her wings flap terribly in her anger, flying upwards to divebomb Sundari, hoping to nip her with her beak as well as frighten her into flying over the water.
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