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T H E scene changed from small, to small-ish, to a decent sized gathering in a matter of moments which was a swirl of colors to little Laume. Father showed up first and she found he smelled more intensely than mother. Where her spotted dam had smelled like the trees he smelled of deep earth and something slightly sharp. She liked his strength and let out a gargled giggle at his whiskers as they tickled her. Then, her middle rumbled again.
Ok, but seriously, where was the food? She roughly nosed mom and just like that she stood up. Awe flooded the filly as her head craned upwards to take in the full height of her dam. Would she ever be so tall!? And then came the golden question: How do I get up?
Her face made itself into a very determined frown as she gave it the old college try. Heave, ho, and up she goes....and there she goes, right back down, with a great thwump. Yellow optics stare at her legs with disdain and betrayal. Excuuuseee you, you're supposed to work. Thank you. The second time around she made short work of the exercise and went straight for the big food bags. It was with great enthusiasm that she finally latched down and began to suckle.
Well, that is, until she received a good splat of that red stuff on her nose. Surprised she lets go and shakes her head under mom's belly. What in the world is this stuff? It was so gross. She pulled her head out from under the belly to face the Tall Ones. Another male had shown up while she was busy and he was even bigger than Mother and Father! The adults were still chatting calmly so she let loose an exasperated whinny to get their attention. Was no one else paying attention to Mother?
Just when she was sure no one was going to do anything a wide eyed male who looked like he could be Mother's father(Though he smelled HORRIBLE) showed up and began saying things in a worried tone. Yes, finally, someone. But then, as he faded into the shadows her little head turned to the side in curiosity....what was he doing? Tall Ones were weird. She turned her attention from Common-Sense-Pyschopants with a shrug. The next order of attention was exploring Dad and Tall-Not-Dad...or rather, she wanted it to be but the instinctual concern over Mother and the food supply left her rooted to her dam's side. The female Not-Mother arrived not a moment to late in a swirl of beauty and mane(No, she was not nearly as lovely as Mom) to begin doing whatever it was that she needed to get rid of the gross stuff. Satisfied, she smiles and wiggles her head up straighter in satisfaction at her good work getting the Not-Mother to show up.
"speech, speechity, speech, speech"
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