White December

She seemed so uncertain, so terrified, even with the winged one providing some comfort. December disregarded his annoyed stare, for she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of attention. Ira seemed to have the same intention as she did, his kinds words even putting her a little at ease. She felt protective now, determined to take care of this filly, even if she already was nearly grown. By the looks of things, she despite her age she didn't know much about this world, her surroundings and how the world worked sometimes, and that only made December connect more with her. Her heart leapt when the filly finally responded, taking a step, albeit a cautious one, closer to the pair. She remained in her place, not daring to move and startle her now when she had her this close, this open. Her eyes remained soft and kind as she simply waited, letting the duo-hued lass take her time.

"No...no cave?"

No caves? Why on Earth would she be worried about that? What would cause such a question to escape from her lips? Concern and uncertainty began to rise from the Shire. Was the young one a victim of something much deeper than the likes of Helovia had ever seen? Or was she just afraid of the dark? Her next question only broke the mare's heart even more, and her face morphed, to one of concern and confusion. What exactly happened to this girl? December had to take a moment to let the words sink in, to think of a response, to collect herself so that she wouldn't worry her with her own concerns. Finally, after much thought she spoke again, her tone just as even and gentle,"No. You do not have to go into a cave, all of our lands are on the surface. The Dragon's Throat is in a vast desert, and the Hidden Falls is a land filled with forests and waterfalls. Though there are caves in both of them I'm sure, going into them is optional."

At the point she looked to the Unipeg, eyes filled with concern, wondering if he too was curious about the same thing. By the looks of his attitude though, he most likely wouldn't care, but when he had offered her shelter and education, he did in fact seem genuine. Ira also seemed entirely focused on helping, but he didn't smell of one of the four herds, did that mean he was a loner? How would he be able to provide protection for her should he happen to get injured? Outcast life was not a good one for a filly, or for anyone really. Yes, December loved being alone, to enjoy her solitude, but her natural instincts and genetic makeup told her that herd life was the most efficient way of survival. She knew that even if the girl didn't choose to go with her, she would be much better off with the larger chestnut.

The yearling's decision all depended now on what the other two had to say, and what she was most comfortable with. Though she had seemed apprehensive of the two equines before, it seemed to have faded more into light caution, her desperation to trust so obvious in her brilliantly teal gaze. No matter what happened now, after this moment, this meeting in time, December vowed she would look out for this one. She was different, special to her, whether it was because of her own personal feelings and past that she thought this way, or that it was actually the truth she wasn't sure. Nonetheless, she would see that this filly would have the life she had always wanted; one filled with love, comfort, and family.



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{WC: 621
Tag: Isara, Hector, Ira
OOC: The feels are too real for her.}