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06-08-2012, 10:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2012, 05:02 AM by Cassiopeia.)
She is perfect – just like her mother. Cass smiled radiantly at his flattery. Though her ivory dentition wasn't visible as she evinced her approval – as in that the spindly filly truly was flawless in her eyes as well – her eyes honed the expression as they beamed with delight. She watched as he touched his soft muzzle to her skin, and summoned the magic that dwelt within him. She felt the pain that still lingered within her nerves instantly annul. Her fatigue was less burdensome upon her physique, and she exhaled audibly at the slight alleviation. She appreciated his thoughtfulness, though perhaps it would have been more effective sooner. She couldn't complain, however. Not long after, a sable colored filly arrived. Congratulations, Azzuen. She didn't recognize the ebonized unicorn, but it was apparent Azzuen did as he addressed her as Ktulu and took the liberty of introducing his family. She imitated the filly's gesture and vaguely lowered her head in greeting. "A pleasure, Ktulu." Her gaze then found the lanky figure of her daughter for the umptieth time as Azzuen remarked about the perceptual behavior of the filly's coat to the sky. He was right: the pelage that embraced her youthful body was adorned with many slate gray patches that seemingly drifted across her blue roan emblazoned hide. How unique. A filly born for the sky. The perpetual smile that pursed her lips broadened and expanded to allow words to be formed. "How fitting for a filly named after the clouds." She averred, admiring the tribal marking that graced her shoulders. "And look, a star! She must've gotten that from you." She added as her azure optics focalized upon Azzuen's own crystalline jewels. Surely that had come from his genetics, considering the tribal markings etched above his eyes. It certainly hadn't been received from her dam, though the celestial shape had possibly stemmed from Cassi's astral magic. The roan mistress gently nudged the filly's side, urging her to stand so that she may nurse. The mare's teats were swollen with milk to the extent that some of the rich achromatic fluid leaked down her leg. "Rise now, Cirrus." She uttered encouragingly. |
