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12-20-2016, 10:14 AM
The older, winged girl allowed Esi’s wriggling nose to contact her softly glowing skin, white-snip muzzle moving in earnest in an attempt to scrub off the dapples—or, at least, scrub away the mismatching ones. (Though, had the girl not allowed Esi this attempt at cleaning, the bull-horned calf likely would have tried to chase her around the meadow, limp wing flailing at her side.)
Delight lit up her concerned pale gaze, as she moved from spot to spot—though it began to dim in frustration as the dots simply glowed, rather than disappeared beneath her diligent ministrations. ’They’ve always glowed like that.’ Mottled horns tilt slightly as a short, indignant snort left the filly’s nostrils, “Always? Not come off?” Her white-and-grey rimmed ears tilted back in annoyance as her blanched stare narrowed at the stubborn dapples, “Esi no fix?” Her soft, young voice held a mixture of irritation and sadness—she couldn’t even out these dapples for the silver-smoke filly?
She stomped a small, grey fore-hoof in discontent, wincing as it jostled her injured, limp wing. Her sad gaze left the dapples, slowly floating to the grey wolf as it began to chew burrs out of its paw—burrs! Pale eyes alit with a new purpose, “Esi fix this!” And she eagerly jumped towards the pouting wolf, muzzle outstretched and prepared to removed the many burrs in the cub’s thick, grey coat.
Her tail flicked dismissively at the question about her health; the filly had much more important things to attend to than her limp wing. “Esi fine! Who you?” Her abrupt question was accompanied with a dart of her white eyes towards the silver-smoke filly, before she attempted to clean another. Slowly, clay began to slip down her spine, along her flank. Her grey skin twitched in irritation—though she tried to ignore her offensively dirty magic.
Delight lit up her concerned pale gaze, as she moved from spot to spot—though it began to dim in frustration as the dots simply glowed, rather than disappeared beneath her diligent ministrations. ’They’ve always glowed like that.’ Mottled horns tilt slightly as a short, indignant snort left the filly’s nostrils, “Always? Not come off?” Her white-and-grey rimmed ears tilted back in annoyance as her blanched stare narrowed at the stubborn dapples, “Esi no fix?” Her soft, young voice held a mixture of irritation and sadness—she couldn’t even out these dapples for the silver-smoke filly?
She stomped a small, grey fore-hoof in discontent, wincing as it jostled her injured, limp wing. Her sad gaze left the dapples, slowly floating to the grey wolf as it began to chew burrs out of its paw—burrs! Pale eyes alit with a new purpose, “Esi fix this!” And she eagerly jumped towards the pouting wolf, muzzle outstretched and prepared to removed the many burrs in the cub’s thick, grey coat.
Her tail flicked dismissively at the question about her health; the filly had much more important things to attend to than her limp wing. “Esi fine! Who you?” Her abrupt question was accompanied with a dart of her white eyes towards the silver-smoke filly, before she attempted to clean another. Slowly, clay began to slip down her spine, along her flank. Her grey skin twitched in irritation—though she tried to ignore her offensively dirty magic.
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@Areli sorry for the delay!
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