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So close to home, to that lovely quiet clearing where every tree, shrub and rock is as familiar as the underside of her own wing. But before she gets a chance to relax in the dappled shade under a leafless tree and roll in all that pristine snow an obstacle arises, cuts off the access to that special place. A kid - small enough to make even her feel tall and impressive - with twinkling eyes and sugar-coated lips and a look of innocence to her that for some reason set the young snow flower's teeth on edge. Had she always looked annoying and squishable like that? Like you wanted to hug her and squeeze the life out of her at the same time? "Erthë" she said, stopping just short of the sweetly calling clearing - lingering on the driveway so to speak, with a hand on the doorknob and not really sure if she's really okay with being interrupted at this point. "Why is your face blue?" Then she changed her mind. While not mature enough yet to understand that kids were kids or self-realizing enough to know that she had been an even worse plague as a foal, Erthë felt that she probably should cut the kid some slack. For being bold and outspoken, if nothing else. So she turned about, awkward as always on those smarting, weak-kneed limbs, and flashed the young froglet a lopsided, rather superior looking smile. "If you have to know, I got knocked about a bit while killing a god. I walk funny because of the battle scars." She made it sound a lot easier than it was, of course. It wasn't she who killed the god in the end and for the most of the battle she had been nothing but a limp bag of bones thrown off to the sidelines. But what would a foal know about that. It sure sounded cool, and sad as it was the only one Erthë felt able to impress right now were kids and idiots. And since this particular specimen had the chance of turning out to be both in one... Softly gleaming amulets rattled quietly against the curving horns as she shook out the curly mane, and from her sufficiently elevated position the vicious dove scrutinized the black lamb, absorbing her features from stocky legs to gleaming golden eyes. Unfamiliar colors, unfamiliar features... who's kid was this, anyway? "You live here, right?" Erthë asked, and curled a long white tail around a slender hind leg. "Who are your parents?" to the sound of a drum |
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