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Larue...
Some call rocked the Basin’s ground, and dad immediately jumped to excited attention. The little filly had to try her hardest to not roll her eyes as he danced and frolicked around her. Why couldn’t he just be cool? But she hid these annoyed thoughts beneath bright, aquamarine eyes that followed mother’s dainty steps. At least mom, though forever filled with smiles and songs, was slightly less embarrassing than dad.
Lemon-flavored ears perk forward to listen to the dark man, and (subtly, she didn’t want it showing that she was intimidated) she drifted closer to her father’s candied legs, pressing her lemony body against the safety of sugared limbs. Her foal whiskered muzzle twitched as he spoke of a festival—that was certainly someplace she could cause some mischief. Just think of it: everyone’s focus up in the skies, on the lights, at night; she could easily sneak around—
But her thoughts were interrupted as mom is promoted! Her eyes widen, sweeping to her dam, whose stocks instantly rose in her infant mind. The Lady of the Basin just called her by name and promoted her in front of the entire herd. Her foal-fuzz tail twitched in excitement, though it was much better hidden than dad’s embarrassing (again) public display of affection.
She snorted softly, moving away from her parents, drifting closer to the other foal who was present. He was a little ways off, dark as night with a horn and wings sprouting from his withers. Her slender face brightens in curosity, sharp eyes glancing at the bright white spots on before looking back at his dark eyes. “I’m Larue. Who’re you? Where’re your parents?” Her pert questions were hushed, not wanting to draw the attention of the adults. She sent a surreptitious glance over her shoulder, before asking, “Do you wanna get away from all this boring stuff? I can think of something fun to do.”
Lemon-flavored ears perk forward to listen to the dark man, and (subtly, she didn’t want it showing that she was intimidated) she drifted closer to her father’s candied legs, pressing her lemony body against the safety of sugared limbs. Her foal whiskered muzzle twitched as he spoke of a festival—that was certainly someplace she could cause some mischief. Just think of it: everyone’s focus up in the skies, on the lights, at night; she could easily sneak around—
But her thoughts were interrupted as mom is promoted! Her eyes widen, sweeping to her dam, whose stocks instantly rose in her infant mind. The Lady of the Basin just called her by name and promoted her in front of the entire herd. Her foal-fuzz tail twitched in excitement, though it was much better hidden than dad’s embarrassing (again) public display of affection.
She snorted softly, moving away from her parents, drifting closer to the other foal who was present. He was a little ways off, dark as night with a horn and wings sprouting from his withers. Her slender face brightens in curosity, sharp eyes glancing at the bright white spots on before looking back at his dark eyes. “I’m Larue. Who’re you? Where’re your parents?” Her pert questions were hushed, not wanting to draw the attention of the adults. She sent a surreptitious glance over her shoulder, before asking, “Do you wanna get away from all this boring stuff? I can think of something fun to do.”
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