the music is blindingly silent... and stuff [Silverbell pony; any]

[Epithet]

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

Epithet and Leola

The white mare had to come out of hiding eventually. But she found, that within the solace of the forest, she was able to forget her grief at losing her magic, and perhaps even able to come to terms with it—considering the distraction she had in taking care of the small creature who now trailed behind her heels, nudging against her when she was afraid. The feeling of taking care of something—someone—again was fulfilling some deeper part in her, and while she did not feel entirely at peace, Epithet found that she was at least satisfied with her life as it was.

Leola was a precious child. She was anything but graceful, stumbling over twig and branch and bruising her tiny hooves on the pebbles and larger stones as she was constantly tripping over them, but she stayed with her mumma and wished for nothing more than to one day understand why her mum always appeared to have such sad eyes. She could not as yet say much—not that she would choose to do so anyway, for there was not much to say—but she took the world in around her and observed much. She knew when to eat, and when to potty; she knew that the world was not as it had been before her birth; She had that mindset about her. She also knew that there was something about her that should have been, but was not—however, not being able to understand what had happened to her to make her feel that way, she stayed silent, following her mum as a good little girl ought.

Though she supposed that one day she would be able to understand—or at least be brave enough to ask why.
 

@[Silverbell]

[Danuvius]

At first, the little spotted colt had thought being on your own would be exciting, and for awhile it was.  Having zero adult supervision, only needing to track down his mother when it was time for a feeding? Pretty cool.  Having no curfew or set bedtime?  Even cooler! But, Danuvius had come to realize that it could be rather lonely too.  There's an easy solution for this, however:  go out and make some friends.  The Playground would have been the much better option, rather than the Forest where he usually hung out, but Danu is too stubborn to give up and go elsewhere.  There *had* to be at least some other foals here, and he was going to find them, come H-E-L-L or high water!  And he is at last successful, for after a few hours of wandering he spots a mother-mare and her foal, the same age as himself.  A proud little sort of crowing sound escapes the Anglo-Arabian's thin chest, and he practically prances over to the pair.

The other foal turned out to be a filly; not that Danuvius minded.  He was an equal-opportunity playmate seeker, after all.  Coming to a stop right in front of them, he bobs his head politely.  "Hullo, ma'am, ma'am junior.  My name is Danuvius, and I was wondering if maybe either of you might be in need of someone to play with?  I am, too, you see, so maybe we could help each other out if so?  " He flashes a cheeky grin at them, expecting a positive answer.  After all, who didn't want to engage in a round of hide and seek, or tag, no matter their age?  Just, not any more attempts at the bobbing for apples game that mother had once tried with him when he was beginning to be entertained.  Inwardly, Danuvius shudders at the memory.  He'd ended up falling into the pond, getting covered with mud in the process and, and it had taken nearly a week before he'd managed to pluck all of the seaweed out of his coat and tail (Mother had had to clean out his mane for him, how embarrassing for a guy!)