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05-15-2016, 01:05 PM
The first thing that she noticed about the world was that it was bright. It was bright and it was strange and she wasn't really sure that she liked it all that much, if she was being perfectly honest.
At first, all the child saw was white. She heard a sound from beside her, a strange, sandy shifting of weight that she could not yet identify as mother, and then she was beingassaulted cleaned of the (rather disgusting) fluids that coated her newborn body. A moment passed, and then two, and her vision faded from that awful brightness to a rather pleasant scene of blues and golds and silvers. Well, perhaps the world wasn't all that bad, after all.
The creature that was cleaning her (not assaulting, she reminded herself in that wordless way that children have) was mother - it had to be, instinct told her, and so she bleated a pitiful, yet cheerful, greeting to the large ivory dove. The sound disappointed her (she had heard Ma speak while in the womb, and she had always sounded so lovely), and so she snorted her irritation to the sands surrounding her. An irritable squeal left the girl then, proclaiming to the world that she would one day display the fire of her father in place of the collection of her mother.
Speaking of her father, the girl twisted around Ma's (ceaseless) grooming to locate the large, dark shape that loomed in the distance (he seemed so very far away to the newborn girl, after all). He was behind her somewhere, and quite tall, and as the filly craned to look at him, she found herself flopping awkwardly into the sands, surprising a whinny out of herself. A frown of dismay crossed her face as she regarded her upside-down sire - Pa, fix it, she almost seemed to command him, cross at her lack of coordination.
At first, all the child saw was white. She heard a sound from beside her, a strange, sandy shifting of weight that she could not yet identify as mother, and then she was being
The creature that was cleaning her (not assaulting, she reminded herself in that wordless way that children have) was mother - it had to be, instinct told her, and so she bleated a pitiful, yet cheerful, greeting to the large ivory dove. The sound disappointed her (she had heard Ma speak while in the womb, and she had always sounded so lovely), and so she snorted her irritation to the sands surrounding her. An irritable squeal left the girl then, proclaiming to the world that she would one day display the fire of her father in place of the collection of her mother.
Speaking of her father, the girl twisted around Ma's (ceaseless) grooming to locate the large, dark shape that loomed in the distance (he seemed so very far away to the newborn girl, after all). He was behind her somewhere, and quite tall, and as the filly craned to look at him, she found herself flopping awkwardly into the sands, surprising a whinny out of herself. A frown of dismay crossed her face as she regarded her upside-down sire - Pa, fix it, she almost seemed to command him, cross at her lack of coordination.
OOC | I'll add a table later. :3 @Gaucho
