White December

"I bet you are!" is the first thing she hears out of the unicorn's maw. Pricking ears forward, suddenly intrigued by who or what she was possibly talking to, she took a few steps closer, now intently staring in anticipation. Did this filly have something she was going to show to her secret stream, perhaps some magic she was still learning to wield. December's mind began to reel with questions on what could possibly bring the foal to such excitement, before she stopped herself short, snorting softly and shaking her head. How absurd her way of thinking in this moment. She should know by now that foals get excited about the most frivolous things, their minds still so fresh and new that even a butterfly was enough to cause them to be awestruck. December almost laughed at herself so thinking so ludicrously, and began to turn her large build away, when the sound hit her ears.

The ground only shook lightly, but enough for her to notice. Her wide eyes turned back in sudden concern for the buckskin, only to see water falling down on her, most likely chilling her to the bone. Her head tilted up, searching for something in the sky that would cause water to just miraculously fly up, and then fall. It was when the second explosion happened, that the duo-toned mare knew. The filly, whomever she was, was making the explosions, with her mind. Dark gaze looked on in utter amazement, for she was like a newborn foal with how awestruck she had become. The girl seemed rather satisfied as well, for she made a proud exclamation, filled with utter excitement.

The mare didn't blame her, being able to achieve such a feat definitely earned a good pat on the back. A soft breeze blew from behind her, causing her coat to prickle up from the sudden cooling of temperature. Swishing her tail, she supposed that if she was responding to the temperature, then the poor unicorn was most likely freezing. Figuring that the young one had had enough playtime, White December revealed herself, walking out from her hiding place and revealing her large draft build in the pleasant moonlight. Her steel eyes looked down upon the girl calmly, a soft nicker escaping her as she made her approach.

Upon reaching the opposite side of the stream of the buckskin, December snorted, looking to the sky before back to the filly plainly,"By the looks of things you've had enough fun out by yourself for the night. Let's get you dry and return you to your mother for some sleep." Taking her feathered feet and placing them into the icy stream, she walked across with a nonchalant air to her, before bringing her grey maw down near the buckskin, taking in her scent more deeply so as to identify her parents. She knew they were of the falls, but she couldn't remember who they were. Most likely if she saw their faces she would know, but until then she would have to guess. Taking her nose and attempting to brush it against the damsel's side, she gently tried pushing her back, full intention of leading her back the way she had come.



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{WC: 537
Tag: Shida
OOC: Did the percentage drop down to 96%? Also hope you don't mind December attempting to push her back lol. She's a no bullshit kind of gal.}