OFTEN IT'S THE DEEPEST PAIN WHICH EMPOWERS YOU
TO GROW INTO YOUR HIGHEST SELF
Their bleating had been enough to wake her up - or so the young girl surmised. The grey mare 'woke up' shortly after either one of her or Vynter's sounds. Close enough in spacing that the girl concluded a direct cause and effect, tucking it away into her young mind for future reference should it be needed again. Vynter is right there by mother's head, so it makes sense that the mare speaks to him first before anyone else. Seeing the two together and hearing her voice causes what she can only determine is the sensation of joy bubbling up within her belly. It makes her giddy. So much so that she bleats excitedly before pressing against the golden one's front leg.
Amber eyes watch carefully as mother shifts her attention away from Vynter and onto her. Steely eyes meet hers and once more there is joy. As mother reaches out for her, the girl hastily moves closer - nearly fumbling and falling down as she presses herself into the grey one's embrace. Fenyx bleats happily against the mare's neck, her short tail flicking with her own excitement. This - this felt right. This is where she belongs. Nuzzling into the mare, she listens carefully to her words, though her own understanding is quite limited and the whole thing is simply taken at face value - oblivious as she is to the hidden meaning behind mother's small speech. Oblivious as she is to death. As the question leaves the mare's lips, the girl only hesitates for a moment before nodding gently in response. It shouldn't be a difficult request to follow. She can feel a deeper connection with the patched colt, a connection that makes her want to stick with him. Fenyx's gaze lifts to his and she offers him a small smile.
Though Fenyx would rather remain by the mare's side and pressing against her, the smell of the red stuff is even stronger right there beside her. So when the mare's attention wanes, the girl carefully and slowly steps back again. Still Fenyx is silent, her amber eyes merely taking everything in. There is some semblance of surprise when the strange creature steps to mother's side. Fenyx immediately searches the mare's face to help her determine how she should react but what she rather quickly deduces is calm and some level of familiarity. Finding no legitimate reason to treat the creature with caution, the girl almost instantly relaxes. Curiously she watches as the fluffy creature lifts something from mother's neck then carefully places it over Vynter's neck. It doesn't quite fit him as well as it did mother and she can't help but giggle at how oddly long it was on him.
Her giggling and amusement distracted her from what the llama was doing now so when he is suddenly in front of her, the girl is startled into silence. She meets his gaze rather easily and somehow she manages not to flinch as he reaches towards her to drape something on her neck. Fenyx instantly curls her neck, tucking her chin into her chest in an attempt to see the brightly colored amulet. But she can't really see it very well looking down on it from above. She reaches down, trying to grasp it in her lips but the gift manages to elude her uncoordinated efforts, and with a small huff the filly lifts her head once more. By now, the golden one (father, no doubt) is by mother's shoulder. For a moment it seems like they are alone, just the two of them, mother and father sharing a loving moment (with Carl curled up against the mare's belly, of course).
For several moments everything seemed okay, almost happy in a child-like sort of mindset. Fenyx simply stands by, watching and waiting (and trying desperately to not play with the thing around her neck). She doesn't really hear their words at first, she isn't really paying much attention at all. But when the mare says goodbye, Fenyx tilts her head curiously and blinks. The air feels heavier somehow but no matter how hard she tries to understand she simply can't. Her innocence providing the perfect barrier to the awful event taking place before her eyes. Mother is suddenly quiet and still, her head flopping back to the ground once the golden one released his embrace. Fenyx steps carefully closer to the mare's head, sniffing her and touching her with her soft, small muzzle. But her steely eyes remain closed. The fire filly snorts softly and then she remembers - bleating woke her up before. She visibly perks up again and with a bit of pride puffing her chest she bleats at the mare. Once, twice, three times but nothing happens. Her eyes remain shut and she remains still.
"Mama?" is all she manages to say, her ears laying back to visibly mark her own confusion. Why didn't it work? It worked once, it should have worked again. Right?
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