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Her small, horn-nubbed head snapped around, the white-bars on her right side quivering as tension made her skin taught. Fuzzed, soft, white and grey ears strain forward, pale eyes wide and blank. But the woman who approached was clean. She did not throw dirt up into the air, as those digging the trench at home did. Nor did she show any inclination of touching the filly.
So, as the realizations passed through her small and young mind, the hybrid child relaxed. Curiosity even spiked at the worried smile on the antlered doe’s face. It wasn’t an emotion she was used to seeing. Mother wasn’t an overly concerned dam. She often was exasperated with her strange filly, though the child knew (felt) the love mother had for her calves. For all her children.
Grey-white eyes watch the woman’s own grey face closely, her unblinking gaze almost too intense in its scrutiny. The small body leaned forward slightly as she watched her green, verdant eyes move between herself and the red stallion. They were so green—unblemished and bright. Esinakh liked them nearly as much as her own, clean, clear, white eyes. “Momma is at home. In Edge,” her voice rang clear.
But her intent attention shifted to the man as he spoke, his voice so different from the woman’s soft lilt. “Roux is weird name,” her youthful, bright voice stated. There was no malice in her voice, just simple straightforward observation. She glanced sharply towards the bird on his shoulders, warily eyeing where his talons met his skin, “What that?” her mottled horns waved in the direction of the winged man, “Stay away.” The words were out of her mouth before she could say anything else, taking a half-step backwards.
She wanted those sharp, dirty talons nowhere near her withers. The clay beaded along her spine in larger clumps and her thin, blue-grey skin twitched at the sensation. Her tail twitched a few times, the mixture of grey, black, and white fluff brushed her dark and light barred haunches.
So, as the realizations passed through her small and young mind, the hybrid child relaxed. Curiosity even spiked at the worried smile on the antlered doe’s face. It wasn’t an emotion she was used to seeing. Mother wasn’t an overly concerned dam. She often was exasperated with her strange filly, though the child knew (felt) the love mother had for her calves. For all her children.
Grey-white eyes watch the woman’s own grey face closely, her unblinking gaze almost too intense in its scrutiny. The small body leaned forward slightly as she watched her green, verdant eyes move between herself and the red stallion. They were so green—unblemished and bright. Esinakh liked them nearly as much as her own, clean, clear, white eyes. “Momma is at home. In Edge,” her voice rang clear.
But her intent attention shifted to the man as he spoke, his voice so different from the woman’s soft lilt. “Roux is weird name,” her youthful, bright voice stated. There was no malice in her voice, just simple straightforward observation. She glanced sharply towards the bird on his shoulders, warily eyeing where his talons met his skin, “What that?” her mottled horns waved in the direction of the winged man, “Stay away.” The words were out of her mouth before she could say anything else, taking a half-step backwards.
She wanted those sharp, dirty talons nowhere near her withers. The clay beaded along her spine in larger clumps and her thin, blue-grey skin twitched at the sensation. Her tail twitched a few times, the mixture of grey, black, and white fluff brushed her dark and light barred haunches.
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