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The Spirits Sing Softly
Verro might've just missed the voice of the fellow sand Princess, if she hadn't come into view out of the corner of her eye. The whales, which her mother would tell her later, demanded her attention for the effortless grace they moved with, like the way Pegasi danced in the sky over the throat. It was a dance she would one day partake in, where there horses in the water too? Which wished they moved with the grace their much bigger neighbors had?
Her head turned towards the filly, and a smile painted her delicate maw. "Hi!" Her greeting was equally chirpy, despite her mother's warnings for her to be careful around strangers, young and old. She would of gotten bored on her own, no matter how much she already loved watching the leviathans, everything was always better with company. She'd much rather have the company of someone her own age, than some of the older, grumpier mares and stallions. "I was watching them." One wing extended to point a hued feather toward the breaching whales. "I've never seen them before." Which wasn't saying much, she was only a few days old after all. "Have you?"
As she glanced at her new found friend, she couldn't help but note the similarities. That they were both painted in delicate shades of dun, different from the other colours which mottled their fellow herd members, their unusual barring even matched up in places. She might've been days old, but she had seen many of the Throat Members by the Oasis, and none of them had looked like her, like the fellow filly had. Her thoughts switched when she remembered it was impolite to not give her name, she ruffled her baby soft wings and half-turned to face the other foal rather than remain looking at the sea. "I'm Verro, what's your name?"
sweet lullabies of lost love
@Vinati
yaas sister-bonding time!
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force & aggression permitted against Verro at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
