| World's Edge Filly |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling |
| Bunnie |
05-17-2017, 08:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-17-2017, 08:59 AM by Maude.)
Though she tries to brush her muzzle upon Quentin’s flank, the fairy is far too fast – as a fairy should be! With a breathless giggle, she presses her legs to move swifter, her lungs drawing more deeply upon the warm air as she dashes across the field with her new friends. Though they were older than her, it did not seem to matter, while they played; caught in a capricious moment, the three weave together with shouts of joy and happy laughter trailing in their wake, and Maude is so happy that she forgets to be upset that she’s been It all this time, when the river comes into view.
Amaris almost propels herself into the water with her wings wide as the come upon it, forcing a cascade of droplets up and over the filly’s head, before falling as a most delightful rain; the smiling maiden prances to a stop along the river’s shore, to bundle her cloak up over her shoulder in a loose knot, before joining Amaris. It’s uncomfortable against her shoulder for only as long as it takes to forget it’s there or different at all, and she drops her muzzle to steal drinks as she prances and relishes the cool water as it splashes up against her belly and ripples about her knees. She glances back up at Quentin with a broad smile in place and her creamy locks dripping from where the tips had rode abreast the water. Her smile falls, however, when she takes note of his hesitation to enter the sparkling ribbon of refreshment.
It’s not long lived, however, for with another challenge called to the air (inverse tag, she would call it, if asked) the fairy gentleman is cantering away from the shore. Looking at the dragon-mare with wide eyes of surprise, she nods with a bemused smile, and does exactly as Amaris says.
"You bet I can!" she calls after him with a giggle, her cloak unfurling from her loose shoulder knot as she half-rears and leaps out of the water in pursuit, her ginger muzzle tossing in abandon.
Galloping after Dramyrth’s golden gleam, the maiden smiles, but a small part of her wonders if, maybe, Quentin is afraid of the water for some reason. She, herself, certainly isn’t, but she also doesn’t have such delicate wings, like the bugs she fishes from the top of her watering can in the mornings, before she sets to work. Still, it’s all too fun for her to bring it up; besides, Amaris is a grown-up! Surely she knows best, right?
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how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid
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Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
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