Essetia
And no one saw
And no one heard they just followed the lead
She rose, for the first time, onto spindly legs of what would soon become sinew. However, now she was but a child, fully dependent on the care from others. Those shaky legs guided her toward what she knew was her mother, the one whose voice had been pressed into her tiny cranium for safe-keeping. Widened eyes swelled at the sight of her, finally able to produce and image for those magic tunes that comforted her in the womb. Everything was bright and imposing, causing her to look around almost haphazardly. There was much she didn’t know, much she couldn’t do, and it was all just… too much! A frightened cry erupted from her tiny lungs shocking not only her father but herself as well. Jumping slightly she backed away from the sound before bouncing once again onto her hind end where she would flail and struggle to gain the momentum to stand once more. Everything was so fresh and so new. She was torn between wanting to see it all and cringing beneath her mother’s belly and while courage and adventure appealed to the small filly, she was more than happy to return to her mother’s waiting touch.

She tested her own production of noise once more before moving forward to nurse at her mother’s hip, sapping enthusiastically at the life she had been given. She was completely unaware of the celebration raging on between mother and father and when she surfaced once more, still lapping at excess milk, she was determined to draw everyone’s attention. Her half-hearted wuffling was enough to draw the brightest of smiles from Thor and surely enough to make her mother laugh as well. There was no rhyme or reason behind her banter other than learning what she could do which turned out to be endless amounts of romping and snorting and calling just because she was able. A time or two she wandered over to the big draft to fiddle with the feathering at his feet before rushing away to the safety of her mother. The concept that there could be two caretakers was not something that she would understand for some time, but she was curious enough to explore all the same.

She was so new and full of life, bickering with her tired mother and squealing because the sound was something that fascinated her. One day her mother would be glad that she had gotten past that stage but until then, there was nothing she could do to escape the constant squelching of high and low notes and perhaps a playful nibble or two. After all, this was just the beginning of their future together.