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‘What are you doing?’ It’s a question the wind carries like a sharp thing into her thoughts mid-dance. Her graceful leap is cut short, her legs catching the ground suddenly, her snowy body stumbling as she looks over at the boy with both anger and surprise. Meeting his eyes with a second wave of surprise (which she quickly sullies with an angry frown), she realizes she knows him, and the girl bounding up behind him. The babies she’d met, when she’d followed Daddy when he’d told her to stay at the greenhouse with the other healers. She thinks that their names are Zubari and Katua, but she could be wrong; it had been a really busy day, after all. Unlike her brother, the filly is sweet. Maude looks at her with a big smile that makes her insides feel warm, especially when she’s asked if they can play, too. It’s just what she’d been hoping for! She wasn’t going to let “Zubi” and his bad attitude ruin the afternoon, and the chance to make friends. Drawing into her lungs a deep breath to let gather up all those hot, angry feelings, she expels them in a single breath to make room for joy, the ginger and cream girl gestures around her. Even though she doesn’t know what game she was playing, the little one quickly pieces together what few tendrils of thought had led her leaps and erratic running. “There is a tornament!” childishly explains the darling, as if her words lift a curtain within thought that reveal the gathered spectators, the shining armor imaginarily adorning their small bodies, and their frenzied foes, “first is the dance, which just ended, sowwy.” She would be loath to admit that she had ended the dance specifically to avoid dancing with Zubi. As was evident when they’d arrived, she’d rather been enjoying herself, but it was better to move onto a different game than hurt anyone’s feelings. “But the race is now!” beaming, the filly trots speedily towards the forest, and snatches up a long stick, which comically drags and bounces along behind her, from the ground. Tossing it onto the meadow floor, she proceeds to stamp on it while explaining the rest, “you start here, and you go to other side of field, by my mom. Winner gets a Gem of Speed!” She’d stashed a good many interesting rocks and acorns today, as well. That they were regular stones and not actual Gems might be a bit disappointing, but Maude was rather proud of them, and hoped that the twins would like them too. “Wanna do it?” hopefully asks the filly, her citrine eyes glittering eagerly as she prances to place behind the starting line. [ OOC: I love her ;_; ] |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
