It didn't take long for the golden filly to register that the mare laying beside her was her mother, her voice was the same as the one that had talked to her beyond her rose walls, no longer muffled by the soft sinew that kept her safe. She promised her happiness and more, the best childhood she could imagine, she didn't know what that meant as she had just spent a few precious moments in this vast new world. Viserra could only endlessly wonder.  A tiny whinny escaped the little foal, mustering up as much excitement as her tired body could muster for her mother as her white dipped muzzle extended to try and touch the much larger one infront of her.

Their mother-daughter moment is broken by the sound of a giants hooves, or what she thought was something gigantic, as much as she wants to instinctively flinch and shy away, she battles against it and stands defiant against her instincts. Already proving to be strong willed. Her delicate neck curled like her mothers, and seafoam pools widen in surprise at the size of the multi-colored leviathan that greets her. Was that her father? the way mother spoke to him said as much and the small tug in her chest also sang it. So she extended the same, excited whinny as she had before but towards her pa.

Another soon joins, and her neck cranes again to take him in. He's as giant as her pa, and she stared up at him intently as he looks over her. Another one of their family? But as she looked to her parents she decides he's not, but he's a friend, by what her mothers kind words say to him.
The adults were talking among themselves, her small, delicate ears perked forward to try and listen. To try and understand what they were saying to one another, eventually she gave up. Her legs were going numb from being sat down too long and her back end is sudden in it's urge to push her up onto her gangly legs that nearly topple her over. Viserra huffed her annoyance out of her velveteen nostrils and wobbled in the precarious position for a moment longer before she lurched her front legs up.

up up up. she whispered to herself internally, until she was on four legs and not so wobbly. A look of triumph flashes on her marked skull and she turned to look at them all as her tail flicked side to side — practically vibrating from her own pride. She took her first tentative steps, trying to hide her nervousness under a mask of false confidence. The golden pillars hold her weight, with the occasional wobble and shake her and there, as she stomps forward and around the three. It'd take her a little while longer yet for her to find her grace and femininity.

She is Viserra. Her eyes go back to her mother, and her velvet's part with a small, pleased smile at the name. Though it is almost immediately interrupted with a lurch from her starving belly, the smile goes to one of mild shock that a sound that loud had come from her petite frame and she anxiously looks to her mother.


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