barley and me

[Lyali]

If she thought about it for a moment, Lyali would realize there were other foals that were not her sisters. Or that foals would come in all sizes and colours and not just the white of the Tephran quadruplets. Privately, she had considered the idea that all foals were white when they were born and they only gained their colour as they aged - how else to explain the differences between the sisters and their parents? But here was a filly with colour! So there went that theory. She was excited to meet someone that wasn’t one of her sisters, though, especially someone around her same age. Lyali was just readying herself to push up and stand when the rather surprising greeting from the girl made her remain where she was. Although Lyali knew her leaves were different than the lush greens of her jungle home, she had not ever thought to ask the question that this gold and white filly asks. Was she sick? Shouldn’t her parents have said something if they thought she wasn’t doing well? Her gold and rose eyes widen a little at the thought. “I don’t think so.” She looks back to the orange wings folded at her side and then up at the tree giving her shade that was as green as everything else here before back at the filly. “How can I tell if I’m sick?” It’s a question asked honestly and without any hint of attitude - she truly wants to know, and maybe this filly will have the answers. Lyali

@[Barley]