Where the fuck did that girl go now? She had paced the borders of the Falls restlessly, ears pricked and nostrils flared in anxiety in search of her little princess. The filly had vanished... again, and Carl had been too slow to follow this time, or she had managed to evade him. The thought was enough to cause December's blood pressure to sky rocket, and for her imagination to wander to the darkest places of what could be. When she had turned up nothing at Meria's usual places she finally decided to leave the depths of the Falls, praying to the Gods that the girl hadn't wandered this far on her own. For all she knew the filly had simply went somewhere with her father, and she was worrying over nothing. But to the grey this wasn't just nothing, it was everything, because Merialeth was her everything. Tears began to streak her cheeks and she continued to anxiously search, trying to find any trace of her baby girl's scent.

Suddenly from the corner of her eye she saw a hint of bay and white splash, causing her hopes to rise and for her to instantly turn in that direction. All that was left behind from the figure was the rustling of bushes, and without another thought the ivory lass was heading in that direction eagerly. She was so blindly concerned that she didn't take the time to realize that the scent was in fact not Meria's, but someone else's, nor did she take the time to think that such a long journey towards the Heavenly Fields would most likely exhaust a foal her age. All rationality was out the window when it came to her, and soon she was in the clearing and bolting towards the painted girl, ready to grab her in an embrace and to scold her for leaving her mother's sight.

But it wasn't her beloved painted princess, but instead another painted girl, wings adorning her back and flowers trailing behind her so beautifully. The view made her take pause, watching closely with those steel eyes as she tried figure out the situation before her. This wasn't her child, and yet she looked so much like her. Though she held wings upon her shoulders and flowers followed in her wake, the similarities were very familiar. This made her wonder for a moment, before she finally decided that instead of sitting there like an idiot trying to scratch her skull, she decided she would simply ask this older filly if she knew where her child might be. So, after a moment of building up the courage, she finally approached the girl with a determination in her step. She trotted so that she was slightly ahead of her, before finally coming to a halt and speaking"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl around here? She would have brown and white markings like yours, except gold barring around her legs and eyes. She was most likely very excited and probably giggling because she managed to escape her mother."


That wasn't exactly how she wanted to put that, but she couldn't really explain it any other way. The only child she had borne was a weird one, full of adventure and mischief, and the dam had a hell of a time keeping up with her. Miykael didn't seem too bothered by it, in fact the woman sometimes thought he actually enjoyed having such a handful in their lives. If anything, December was the one that was ever worried about anything that involved their child. Perhaps it was because the man had actually had children before, and this was her first, but it still didn't change the fact that sometimes she felt that she was insane in his eyes. She certainly wasn't, she just loved their baby, and to even think of her losing their child was something that made the mare ill. So she patiently waited (to the best of her ability), for this young one to respond, to give any answer or hint that she had seen even the most minuscule sign of her little rascal.