it has come to pass...

NADIRA watched Nayati intently. She wanted to help the filly, but she felt as if she would be stepping on Romani. She had seen the look her friend had given at the sight of Nayati leaving. It was a fine line to keep strong and not break. It was a different situation, circumstance, NADIRA never had to worry about before. She had been a loner far too long to know what it felt like to have friends. Maybe that was why her heart hadn’t quite settled down.

With Arg’s warm welcome, she new it was more for the little than anything else. But she did not protest. She thought it kind of him to take the little girl into consideration. She continues to watch the maker at work, trying to transpose what he had already configured, into something new. And now the mouse was in two. The first instrument he molded was of a necklace, with a flower. The ashen mare was moved, as Arg moved to pick it up and carefully proceeded to Nayati. Placing it over her cranium, the necklace, made of metal, was beautifully placed and made a nice ornament around the girl’s neck.

Arg’s words were spoken with soft whispers. Hoping to turn filly’s day around, and not so gloomy looking. With the glowing awe shone by the filly, NADIRA smiles, seeing Nayati envelope the gift with happiness. Even the littlest of things can make someone’s day, and Arg had accomplished that.

“That is gorgeous dear.” Her words floated down to Nayati’s small auds, soft and warm.

His second piece, was a little bit more simpler, and the unicorn couldn’t exactly figure out what he had made until it was completed; a ring. Shocked, NADIRA couldn’t comprehend what he was going to do with a ring, of all things. And as he picked it up, cautiously and with delicacy, he turned to place it on her horn. The surprise in her eyes was certain to be revealed, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. She moved with fluid ease and listened as the tinkle it made, sliding down to the base of her horn, resting lightly against her brow.

“You didn’t have to, Argetlam. But thank you. I will keep it as a treasure and as a token of our friendship.” Her iceberg spheres glisten with kindness at his gesture and but him in her memory of those she considered a true friend. She wondered how often she would find someone with such a kind heart as his.

As the spotted girl was turning to leave, NADIRA quickly swung her delicately chiseled façade to face to retreating form.

“Dear Nayati, it was your flowers I followed here. Do you wish for some company?”

The milky mare waited for a response, hoping maybe she would not disappear. But how could she with a trail of flowers leaving a path behind her to follow. She wasn’t quite sure, but she found the filly to be too polite. She was too well mannered to enjoy her time being young at heart. She wished she knew how to help the dear thing.