Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Their careless excitement at the possibility of new playmates is contagious. There was a squeak of surprise when Memorie batted Reynard's chest, followed by a challenging "Oh, yeah?"
Before you could say buckaroo, all three had scattered like a puff of dandelion seeds, wholey absorbed in not being It. Bright eyed Ama turned back to her companion, hope blooming in her expression as the conversation carried on. She was quiet, until the conversation required her input. She said her piece, and waited with practiced peace for Borderline to absorb her words.
A childish smile lit up the girl's dark face when the other mare spoke at last. There was Reluctance in the air still. Cautious Hope as well. That was what Amarine grasped at. With Hope, anything was possible.
"I'm so happy you feel that way," she stated warmly, get wings quickly fluttering in her excitement. "We can do this. You'll see. Look," she nodded to where the young ones raced and squealed, Cheri saying something about her brother not playing fair, only to dart off after Memorie. "It comes natural to them."
Ama marveled at that. The only family she'd known before now had been the kind that she'd found. Nev had adopted her, and everything after that had been folk who she chose to be close with. It was a family of her own making, and now it was that much bigger. Her heart seemed to grow with it. It seemed unfair that Borderline not get the same sort of happiness out of the situation.
Her expression shifted subtly. Humor gleamed on the planes of her face as she considered the mare before her. "Now, down to business: how exactly should we go about punishing the knave who thought that playing us blindfolded would work in his favor?" Conspiracy tinged her voice, an invitation to mischief that she hoped she would be taken up on. If only because it seemed they could both use a release of tension.
...Amarine
@[Borderline]