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08-27-2012, 12:53 AM
It took a moment for the younger colt to finally speak up, inquiring after her identity after coming to grasps with her presence and her question. A quick grin crossed her features, but she didn't have a chance to respond before the sound of heavy hoofbeats and the clink of something... metallic, she thought... had her gaze lifting from the painted colt toward the older, gray pegasus who approached.
Inquisitively she watched the strange mare, intriuged by the necklace about her neck but seemingly unconcerned by the feathered appendages sprouting from her shoulders. This wasn't Kimber's first glimpse of a pegasus, but it was her first encounter with this one. Her tail, colored similarly to her mane, flicked against her haunches before she lightly bounced across the stream to stand beside to painted colt, lipping at his short mane. "She's a pegasus." She whispered conspiratorially, pleased with her greater knowledge.
Something new was stirring in the water. Something that had nothing to do with the fish or the insects. A shape uncoiled itself, stepping onto the stream's surface with a swish of a fluffy tail that sent droplets of water flying from its tip. It was undeniably shaped like a fox, and was becoming increasingly clear to be a fox, even if it was made of water. The liquid swirled within its form, carrying fine particles of silt that made the patterns woven more pronounced. With a calm deliberation it strolled along the stream's surface a few steps before leaping free. Droplets of water showered from it when its paws touched grass, and it seemed to take a moment before stablizing and trotting to sit before the pegasus mare, head tilted back to regard her through eyes that were distinctly there. The water was of a different density in them, carrying more silt so they were darker, with an uncanny appearance to change focus with brief inquisitive glances about.
Kimber giggled as she watched the fox, knowing it for the creature of magic that followed her ever since the Earth God graced her with magic. Sometimes it was the fox, sometimes it was a couple of ferrets. But they were always close by, even if she didn't see them. "I'm Kimber, and he'd mine." She nodded at the fox at that, making her own necklace of blue and blue-green stone rattle gently.
Inquisitively she watched the strange mare, intriuged by the necklace about her neck but seemingly unconcerned by the feathered appendages sprouting from her shoulders. This wasn't Kimber's first glimpse of a pegasus, but it was her first encounter with this one. Her tail, colored similarly to her mane, flicked against her haunches before she lightly bounced across the stream to stand beside to painted colt, lipping at his short mane. "She's a pegasus." She whispered conspiratorially, pleased with her greater knowledge.
Something new was stirring in the water. Something that had nothing to do with the fish or the insects. A shape uncoiled itself, stepping onto the stream's surface with a swish of a fluffy tail that sent droplets of water flying from its tip. It was undeniably shaped like a fox, and was becoming increasingly clear to be a fox, even if it was made of water. The liquid swirled within its form, carrying fine particles of silt that made the patterns woven more pronounced. With a calm deliberation it strolled along the stream's surface a few steps before leaping free. Droplets of water showered from it when its paws touched grass, and it seemed to take a moment before stablizing and trotting to sit before the pegasus mare, head tilted back to regard her through eyes that were distinctly there. The water was of a different density in them, carrying more silt so they were darker, with an uncanny appearance to change focus with brief inquisitive glances about.
Kimber giggled as she watched the fox, knowing it for the creature of magic that followed her ever since the Earth God graced her with magic. Sometimes it was the fox, sometimes it was a couple of ferrets. But they were always close by, even if she didn't see them. "I'm Kimber, and he'd mine." She nodded at the fox at that, making her own necklace of blue and blue-green stone rattle gently.
