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01-21-2017, 08:35 PM
Vastra
Honestly Vastra hadn’t even thought about inviting Kolr to join her but she wasn’t sorry to see the other filly when she did arrive. She offered the girl the most comforting thing she knew how - a small, barely-there smile and a quick “Yeah.” in response to whether or not she needed any help. She did, she wasn’t big enough to handle this task on her own as much as she hated to admit that. She was just about to ask Kolr to help her with some of the smaller sticks and things when an adult came over - a winged mare looking like she was dipped in golden stars. Vastra knew stars weren’t really gold and it made her uncomfortable that these fake stars weren’t accurate representations of the real thing.
But her scrutiny was forgotten when the mare offered to help out and the red dun filly nodded quietly, watching with wide brown eyes as Serenity, as the mare introduced herself, went to shoulder the trunk of the larger trees. “I’m Vastra.” She offered after a pause, thinking it was probably polite since Serenity had introduced herself first. “This is Kolr.” She motioned to the white girl, believing that her own discomfort with conversation was lesser than the other filly’s and that belief encouraged her to place herself as the mediator between these adults and Kolr.
Yes, adults because another one arrived - a stallion this time, showing some familiarity with Serenity that Vastra didn’t understand and did not find intriguing. His introduction was strange and she wondered why she would need to call him when he was right there. But before she could ask after this, Kolr was mumbling something and then moving away.
Silently, without explaining what she intended, Vastra got back to work herself - but at a spot that would place her between Kolr and the adults. She felt protective of Kolr - if Castor wasn’t nearby, the least she could do was care for his friend. With two adults, they would be able to clear the larger obstacles and Kolr was picking up small sticks so Vastra started to hunt for bones - picking up what she could find so that she could bring them over to Kisamoa and make him proud with their collection.
But her scrutiny was forgotten when the mare offered to help out and the red dun filly nodded quietly, watching with wide brown eyes as Serenity, as the mare introduced herself, went to shoulder the trunk of the larger trees. “I’m Vastra.” She offered after a pause, thinking it was probably polite since Serenity had introduced herself first. “This is Kolr.” She motioned to the white girl, believing that her own discomfort with conversation was lesser than the other filly’s and that belief encouraged her to place herself as the mediator between these adults and Kolr.
Yes, adults because another one arrived - a stallion this time, showing some familiarity with Serenity that Vastra didn’t understand and did not find intriguing. His introduction was strange and she wondered why she would need to call him when he was right there. But before she could ask after this, Kolr was mumbling something and then moving away.
Silently, without explaining what she intended, Vastra got back to work herself - but at a spot that would place her between Kolr and the adults. She felt protective of Kolr - if Castor wasn’t nearby, the least she could do was care for his friend. With two adults, they would be able to clear the larger obstacles and Kolr was picking up small sticks so Vastra started to hunt for bones - picking up what she could find so that she could bring them over to Kisamoa and make him proud with their collection.
@Serenity
