06-03-2020, 09:56 PM
Cirilla considers herself a very lucky girl indeed, even if she is different from the rest of her family.
Born of draconic parents, her brother and sister seemed to have inherited the best of their genes - Gar is a beast like Father, though a lot friendlier, and Phyx has fire and talons and stunning antlers. Ciri, on the other hand, is much different, being that she was born with just a singular golden horn and the ability to calm her sibling’s tantrums. Clarissa had cooed and awed over the small blue-and-gold filly, but Cirilla still remembers the disappointment in her father’s eyes when he realized that she was not gifted like her siblings.
Clarissa assures her nightly that he loves all four of his children - for who could forget Frenzy, the child Gar had returned with one day - equally, and that his way of showing emotion is much different than hers. It troubles her, though, that she cannot seem to feed him any of her strands of tranquility; it is as if Ghaul has no shred of harmony within his soul. But he is her father, and the king of Pangea, and she loves him very much despite her misgivings.
It is early morning when she stumbles from the nest her family shares, touching her nose to each of her siblings’ shoulders before she leaves. When her small hooves find the beach she loves to race down, she smiles, letting the cool sand embrace her feet like slippers. She stands there silently for several minutes as the cool ocean breeze washes over her and the sun begins to rise. When she opens her eyes again she sees a vividly marked filly in the distance, probably around her age, and with an excited whinny she trots towards the girl.
“Hi there!” she calls in a chipper voice when she is within earshot, her golden tail flicking eagerly. “I’m Cirilla,” she says when she’s only a few yards away. “What’s your name?”
@[Tarte]
Born of draconic parents, her brother and sister seemed to have inherited the best of their genes - Gar is a beast like Father, though a lot friendlier, and Phyx has fire and talons and stunning antlers. Ciri, on the other hand, is much different, being that she was born with just a singular golden horn and the ability to calm her sibling’s tantrums. Clarissa had cooed and awed over the small blue-and-gold filly, but Cirilla still remembers the disappointment in her father’s eyes when he realized that she was not gifted like her siblings.
Clarissa assures her nightly that he loves all four of his children - for who could forget Frenzy, the child Gar had returned with one day - equally, and that his way of showing emotion is much different than hers. It troubles her, though, that she cannot seem to feed him any of her strands of tranquility; it is as if Ghaul has no shred of harmony within his soul. But he is her father, and the king of Pangea, and she loves him very much despite her misgivings.
It is early morning when she stumbles from the nest her family shares, touching her nose to each of her siblings’ shoulders before she leaves. When her small hooves find the beach she loves to race down, she smiles, letting the cool sand embrace her feet like slippers. She stands there silently for several minutes as the cool ocean breeze washes over her and the sun begins to rise. When she opens her eyes again she sees a vividly marked filly in the distance, probably around her age, and with an excited whinny she trots towards the girl.
“Hi there!” she calls in a chipper voice when she is within earshot, her golden tail flicking eagerly. “I’m Cirilla,” she says when she’s only a few yards away. “What’s your name?”
@[Tarte]