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08-24-2016, 10:45 AM
Overhead, the high afternoon Sun beams down on the small span of meadow between the forest and the Edge. A stiff, hot wind occasionally scrapes wearily through, carrying with it the scent of the ocean, but Maude, laying on her back, hooves tucked to her chest, her head flipped back so that the nubs of her horns are pressed into the Earth, can only smell the green, green scent of grass warmed by light. With a wild kick, her hind legs buck up as she flips her nose back up, flopping over onto her side in the motion, reveling in the delightful scratch of the grass against her back. To the other side she flips suddenly, then again, and again... Pausing on one side or the other from time to time to take deep, delightful breaths of the world around her, the copper kissed filly dwells on nothing but the joy of being, her mother nearby. Every so often, Maude lifts her head up ever so slightly to look over at her, white and obvious in an emerald world, feeling comfort settle into her young heart, like a warm stone into shallow water, before returning to her wild rolling. In one flop, her eye presses against the earth. A bloom of white light rises though her gaze is curtained and dark, and she lays still for a moment pondering what has just occurred. Pressing her cheek hard against the earth again, her eye pushing almost painfully against the grass, the white light appears as it had before, and a giggle blooms from the child in delight of this new discovery. To the other side she flips, more laughter tinkling like bells through the air when her left eye is the same as her right. With each strange bloom of light, her excitement builds, until, after some minutes, she can bare to lay still no longer. Recklessly, as only children are prone, the girl is suddenly on her hooves, and bounding through the monstrously tall grasses (for one so dainty and new). The tall blades wrap about her legs, slowing what she is sure would be blinding speed if not for their grasping. Unleashing a tiny snort, her hind hooves darting out behind her, as if to bid the brush to leave her legs be. Soon, her mother is a white blip at the other end of the meadow. Where some children might experience anxiety, the girl is thrilled with the freedom, pausing from her wild dash to stand and snort in place, looking all about her at all this room. It’s hard to decide what to do with it, really, or what game to play now that she had some privacy. It’s also hard to think of games that only involve a Maude, now that she thinks about it. [ OOC: @Arah for mentions, as I figure she'll be close by on mom duty. <3 Otherwise open for anyone! ] |
