12-15-2019, 09:53 AM
HALCYON
The crash of the waves and the warm sun on his belly have lulled him to sleep.
The nudge to his side is no different from his sister prodding at him in the womb, and he grumbles sleepily and attempts to roll over to get away from her.
But rolling over on the sand requires very different physics than rolling over in the womb. His little paws scrabble at the empty air, just as his well-furred ears catch the first soft murmurs of a voice. Something overhead is blocking the sun, and he opens still baby-blue eyes to look at whatever it is. Something big and white and licking him. Halcyon has never been licked before, but the tug and pull and the way his clean fur catches the tropical air all feel absolutely wonderful. A rumbling purr of satisfaction emanates from his chest, and the foal-cub stretches out his white-toed forelegs and kneads at the air.
The motion is tied to the gnawing emptiness that he is suddenly aware exists right about his midsection. Halcyon doesn’t have a word for it – hunger – but instinct tells him that this big white thing will fix it. The noises she makes remind him of the words and the faint squawking of the gulls and parrots. As Halcyon successfully rolls over in the sand, he tests the noises he can make with his own mouth. Most of them are little mewls and grunts and huffs of exertion as he finally makes it to his feet. He does manage to successfully mimic the last sound she’d said:
“Mama,” just before he bumps his forehead against her stifle. He repeats it again - “Mama” - while searching for the something to fill the hollowness in his belly.
The nudge to his side is no different from his sister prodding at him in the womb, and he grumbles sleepily and attempts to roll over to get away from her.
But rolling over on the sand requires very different physics than rolling over in the womb. His little paws scrabble at the empty air, just as his well-furred ears catch the first soft murmurs of a voice. Something overhead is blocking the sun, and he opens still baby-blue eyes to look at whatever it is. Something big and white and licking him. Halcyon has never been licked before, but the tug and pull and the way his clean fur catches the tropical air all feel absolutely wonderful. A rumbling purr of satisfaction emanates from his chest, and the foal-cub stretches out his white-toed forelegs and kneads at the air.
The motion is tied to the gnawing emptiness that he is suddenly aware exists right about his midsection. Halcyon doesn’t have a word for it – hunger – but instinct tells him that this big white thing will fix it. The noises she makes remind him of the words and the faint squawking of the gulls and parrots. As Halcyon successfully rolls over in the sand, he tests the noises he can make with his own mouth. Most of them are little mewls and grunts and huffs of exertion as he finally makes it to his feet. He does manage to successfully mimic the last sound she’d said:
“Mama,” just before he bumps his forehead against her stifle. He repeats it again - “Mama” - while searching for the something to fill the hollowness in his belly.
shut off your mind and let your heart breathe
@[Aquaria]