White December

Suddenly there's yelling, much yelling, and a brute taller than she is storming in with fury in his eyes. That's when she picked up the scent and it clicked in her mind; this was the bae's father. He looked around in more anger, spitting words like venom in her direction. He seemed to be blaming her for everything in this situation. The filly seemed to find very little comfort in her words, blowing her off entirely and wailing to her father as soon as he was present. Against his legs she went, making it much more dramatic than needed. Ignoring the annoyance that crept its way into her being, December only looked at the fellow draft with a calm demeanor. Apparently she would have to be the levelheaded one in this conversation.

"I presume this is your daughter", she spoke finally, tone as even as she could bear with her patience growing thin. This all began to become a waste of time for her, and how she longed to just go back to her nest and sleep. A nightly stroll could wait another day when the crazies were at rest. Taking note of the little one's explanation, she looked back calmly to the stud and continued,"By flying she means causing an explosion to occur beneath the frog. I had been wandering by to find her by this stream by herself, causing explosions in the ground. I was about to bring her back to her mother when she suddenly grew distraught over the fact that... she couldn't make the frog fly." How childish and idiotic those words sounded upon her tongue as she let them hesitantly slip out last.

She only hoped that the brute would see she honestly had done nothing wrong, had simply only tried to help the foal return to her family so she could be at peace and rest. If she had known this was how the events would have turned out, the white and grey mare would have simply left well enough alone and let the Gods deal with the foal's safety. Selfish this was yes, but she had never signed up to be looking after little ones because their parents were not paying close enough attention. Despite wanting to point this basic fact out to... his name was Oxy right? She remembered her meeting with Thor, and decided against it. With him already being angry, adding more onto it certainly wouldn't help.

Beginning to brush most of the dirt away into the stream to be swept away, the mare did what she could in an attempt to clean up the clearing. She didn't want questions tomorrow morning, or other herd members to grow concerned when they found craters and loose dirt strung about everywhere. As she was filling dirt back into one of said craters, her eyes briefly glanced to the duo before her, speaking as she worked,"I suggest that once we clean this area up, that we part ways and forget this ever happened. Gods know should we leave this as it is Midas will have many... many questions." She internally groaned at the thought of being confronted by an angry Czar. All because she wanted to fucking help out a foal get back to her mother.

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Tag: @[Shida]
OOC: Poor December being punished for trying to help.