White December

The moon called to her, like a lonely lover. It embellished itself in billions of stars, enticing her forward in attempt to find company. It didn't take December long to give in, the cool breeze in her mane sending shivers along her bodice. How sweet the air was in Birdsong, how she craved basking in the moon's ivory embrace by the falls tonight. Perhaps she would have a midnight stroll. The rustle of her nest was soft as she rolled onto her legs, working her massive build upright, stretching casually, before looking towards the direction of the largest waterfall. Tail swished slowly behind her alabaster rump, her strides long but leisurely, for she wanted to take her time. The quiet of the night besides the thrum of the frogs spawning in the ponds, and the chirps of the crickets soothed her mind, for it had a lot on it lately.

Working her way through the trees and meadows of her homeland, she couldn't help but hear a shrill voice exclaiming to itself about something. Intruigued, the mare changed her destination to the nearby stream, keeping herself quiet so as not to disturb the peace. As she gracefully, silently made her way through the brush, her eyes came across quite the interesting scene. A unicorn foal, no more than a few days old, had made her way to the edge of stream, and was now talking to it. Although the mare had seen many things, this still made it up high on her list of interesting moments. She had no desire to disturb the filly, oh no, she wanted to see what would unfold should the little one continue on her grand adventure. She would give her time, let her enjoy her independence for a little while, and then she would come in and push her on back to her mother... whomever that was.

Her nostrils flared, attempting to take in her scent, only to not recognize the mare whose fragrance mingled with the foal's. The filly would most likely tell her, with much prodding of course, and then they would be on their merry way. The only thing she couldn't understand, was what would motivate such a young child to wander off from its mother, and simply wander around in the middle of the night, even if it was just in her own home. This one was going to be a handful, the mare could already tell, and she didn't know whether or not she would be looking forward to watching her grow.



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Tag: Shida
OOC: December's just dropping in to see what mayhem this foal is about to bring :D}