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Ava
The pearl was practically holding her breath as the child comes closer, seeming happy to have company as well. The mare’s curled ears though strain to hear anything, a name, a hello, something, but nothing comes. Just giggles and smiles. Tasseled tail swishes with an apprehension. Was this creature less normal than she thought?
A squeal breaks the silence causing the already hyper aware mare to jump slightly, but her smile never fades. The other does at last greet her, but still no words leave her lips, even to bring forth a name. As the pearl settles though, the need for such formal manners seem to fade away. After all, when your wish for company at last comes true, who was she to question it? Plus, the babe seemed to have the same desires for a bit of sport in mind.
When she stepped closer though the curled ears lean back. None usually came so boldy close, and her mind quavers slightly on its assurances that all was well. The filly may have been wondering at they mystery of her company, but Adria was wondering the same. As the small nose brushed her shoulder the girl’s coat unbiddenly flinches. Had it really been so long since she had interacted with another that their touch should be so foreign? Then the girl is moving, and the question is left unanswered by the pearl. Instead her attention follows the child, looking admiringly over her sleek small frame, and the girl’s full feathered wings.
They were lovely things, the plumes were still small and youthful, but they had a strong look about them. The ocean girl noted they would make a fine pair of sparring tools one day. The metal encased wings of her own shifted at the thoughts, and she hummed happily to herself as she turned to watch the girl approach the water’s edge. Her curiosity was still intensely held by the lack of speech or much greeting. The child was so unrestrained, so wild, it was lifting from the light mare her own restraints. The stern words of her papa were washing away to be in the company of another who didn’t seem to care. And it was refreshing.
The breeze pulled more energetically at Ava’s mane again as the drinking filly pauses to look back. A question posed silently between them, but it didn’t go unanswered. The ocean mare may have been naïve but that look she picked up on immediately, answering it with a wide unruly grin. The filly leapt into the water and now it was time for the pale mare to squeal. But it wasn’t in anger or shock but in a release and expression of pure joy at the start of having fun. Something so long ago missed. The delicate limbs of the mare dance about, kicking up a buck and shaking her body from the water.
She laughs though, a light but rich air, something the sweet earth had missed in many a moon. She dances back to the water’s edge, snorting and shaking her head in play. She too pauses at the water’s edge, the suspension clicking and building. Then, SPLASH! Light body leapt into the water as well, forelegs reaching out to kick the flying water towards the other in a playful vengeance. Another squeal of her own sings through air. It was so cold! Not as cold as the ocean in winter but cold enough. The pearl beats a quick retreat, stepping back up onto land. Her coat shivering, and wings fluffing to try and warm themselves.
Still it was with the largest, widest grin she had made in ages, that she looks back to the other.
OOC:: I am a most horrible, terrible human being. Please forgive me.....
"their speech goes here and this is the color
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