| World's Edge Filly |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling |
| Bunnie |
11-28-2016, 10:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-28-2016, 11:00 AM by Maude.)
It seemed that the gentlemen were leading the venture, like true knights of legend, and Maude was happy to let her father play the role, as happy as she was to let the other pretty, tall stranger (though she would gladly admit she loved one of the knights far more than she did the other).
Though she surely was tired, already used to long hours of reverie and drowsing in and out of true sleep during the evening hours in the safe quiet of their root-ceilinged den, the mere thought of getting to see her mother’s beautiful face again kept her hooves moving. She only occasionally had to trot to keep up to Aelfwine’s graceful, easy pace, glad that she had her Auntie to venture with, as her father seemed intent on marching at maximum velocity to the meadow. While it had been fun to mimic his soldier’s swiftness, at first, her tiny hooves stamping and prancing in an exaggerated soldier’s march, the creamy darling had quickly realized that she would not make it very far if she kept on like that. So, instead, she had settled into a more somber (and easy going) pace, occasionally talking just to avoid the thoughts of something horrible having happened to her mother, or to pass by the time as the quartet tarried on.
"It’s awfully chilly tonight," is one such interjection, aired with a frosty puff of breath, her eyes immediately widening as she realizes some of the implications of such a statement; looking over at her Auntie with a vast amount of adventurer’s pride (and childish hope that Aelfwine won’t begin to fret over her now, like daddy might), she quickly adds, "not that I’m cold, it just is. How long does winter last, usually, anyway?"
Maude may never get to know, but that's okay, as the plateau reaches its pinnacle, and the most beautiful field she has ever beheld arrives into view; her breath is caught in her throat at the majestic sight of it all, and her father is dashing out into the silvery, moonlight coated haven, his voice calling out over the bending fronds of perfect grass. Soon, she and Aelfwine are moving across this blissful, frost coated wonderland, too, the inches of snow nestled about the reaching vegetation crunching beneath their hurrying hooves.
Arah! Calls her Auntie, and her father.
"Momma!" the ginger kissed maiden cries into the night, her citrine eyes searching for the pale figure of her mother, nestled somewhere in this perfect place, if the pale man was as truthful as Aelfwine had insisted, "mooooommaaaaa!"
[ OOC: IDK WHO TO TAG D: cries quietly ]
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how to be brave
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