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T H E little forest fae was flitting about the brush today. Well, as she did every day. Her wild yellow eyes had learned much in the past few months. Ants always went back to their home dirt mound. Butterflies were once caterpillars(Had SHE ever been a caterpillar). Foxes always had a den. Everything had some sort of offspring and they all had some type of family. She wasn't sure what her family was yet but she was still determined to find it. Sure, she'd had Mother for a while until she left and she'd seen Father when she was born....but not much since then. There'd been the creepy twins and a few other nice ones, like Rae Rae and Aly-something. The filly's favorite had been Tembovu and his flubbery companion but ever since she'd seen him at the herd meeting the little filly had felt bad about trying to find him again. He'd seemed awfully busy to be dealing with a lonely foal.
Instead, Laume had contented herself with stalking the bugs and quietly following the inhabitants of the forest. Horses were harder to find than you'd expect but they were usually fun to giggle at from her perches in the trees. Today she'd found a whole group of them! This was just as rare as seeing something like the "Herd Meeting" she'd seen. Apparently, gatherings of those such as herself were really rare. We're like ants... except we don't group in our mound, just walk around alone outside it!
They seemed to be working to uproot the life which lived in the ground. How strange, thinks the little butterfly, that they should do so. Did they not know it held entire worlds for other creatures? Just because it was pokey and itchy for them did not mean that it was that way for all. Every creature was different. Even ants were massively different from spiders....and they were almost the same size! She is not surprised at all when an angry creature makes itself very known. There's all manner of reactions, none of which escape the tiny onlooker's gaze. The creature does scary things, angry things, but that is natural. It is not trying to be mean but defending itself from the torture they'd already inflicted. Her amusement rises as she watches their little scuttling and lack of understanding. How silly they are. Certainly, it is dangerous, but they could have done and could still do many things to change it.
Her foalish mind is firm in its beliefs. Regardless of their accuracy they are her truths. Then Aly-something, who shields her child so firmly, is what finally forces the giggles to come bubbling up. They're light giggles that tinkle like the sound of small wild bells. The sound comes rolling out before she can even gasp to cover it up! Laume's little head ducks down behind the brush that had been shielding her for a second before popping back up, craning to see over the leaves. She's not too good on accuracy but she's pretty sure none of the adults had heard her or seen her. Well, ok, they usually didn't anyways.
Tiny Appaloosa hooves scramble out from her hiding spot with a little doggy shake once she's free. The fluttering femme edges her way forward until she's close enough to whisper to the thing from between a pair of tall adult legs. Little Laume's tiny voice comes out soft but innocently brave;
"Hello Forest Creature..or, err, Forest Thicket? I'm so sorry for fellow horses actions. They silly and you please forgive them they're not knowing and lack of sight. They do not understand that everything in the forest also belongs to it. But, they should not have been mean and hurt you because you are home for big many unseen." She pauses, her little chest heaving in for another brave breath.
"But, I think, since they here, this place will not be quiet home it once was for you and you probably will not like it as much anymore. Is there something they could do to give you quiet spot and make them happy without harm? I, I mean, I know anger and harm is normal but wouldn't it be better for neither to get hurt anymore? Maybe they could gently move you, without damage, to a quieter spot in this land? Please do not stay angry!" Laume's delicate wings flutter anxiously as she finishes and hides back behind whatever adult's legs she'd landed next to and waits for the response. She was sure that her words would help but was worried about the adult's reactions ruining whatever she'd said. The little filly gave little pause to her words themselves having been utterly wrong. But, alas, that was the freedom of foalish innocence.
"words words"
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[O] every rose has its thorn [Herd Quest]
