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10-06-2016, 08:56 AM
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love;
"Auntie!" is a breathless exclamation accompanying with the thrumming of tiny hooves against the forest floor in an ecstatic prance, a staccato song that bursts to life no sooner than the dappled mare was free of the surrounding forest. A giggling rocket, she literally thuds into Aelfwine’s chest wildly, her own tiny head thrown up around the mare’s smooth, warm shoulder.and sway to the rhythm of love;
"Not long, no," she smiles as they part, happily following her Auntie to the stone where her white flowers and twig waited with a high kneed prance, and a bobbing, lifted tail. Admiring the new blooms and accoutrements that Aelfwine had brought along, Maude lowers her muzzle and stares with amused disbelief at the daintiness of the tiny white petals of the baby’s breath. Looking back up at her father’s sister with a beaming smile, her citrine gaze sparkles with pleasure at the compliment given her rose-like flowers.
"Your flowers is very beau’ful too," politely (and earnestly) remarks the ginger kissed cherub, but the poise she’d managed in that moment is quickly scattered when the mention of actually starting today’s wonderful adventure casually passes from her Aunt’s lips.
Aimlessly dancing beneath her, her legs somehow manage to carry her about in a more suitable position for Aelfwine to work with the two inch tousle that was Maude’s mane. That it was already so long so early in her life was a good sign she was Arah’s daughter, who, as far as Maude was concerned, was the prettiest woman in all the world; that her hair was already promising to be a long, moonlit river like her dam’s made her feel as if she, too, were already as elegantly beautiful as the regal doe, especially right now.
Her childish neck arches in the most lady-like way she can manage, an equally childish smile bursting across her face, despite her attempts to be mysterious as Arah could seem sometimes.
"Yes!" blurts Maude, adding as a lately recalled nicety (as she had surely been taught), "Please!"
@Aelfwine
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
