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10-21-2016, 04:14 PM
Larue
The little filly’s mother is not far behind her lemony tricks, though the tart trickster had been entirely engrossed in her travels so the gentle and loving nuzzle at her neck came as a complete surprise. She started, head whipping around and ears swiveling forward, teal eyes wide as they met mom’s dark grey. Larue secretly loved her mom’s eyes—they were warm and calm and safe. Not that’d she tell her mom that. Imagine the horror. So many more loving nuzzles.
Anyhow, the small squirt nudged her dam back, hard, “Mooom,” was her muttered, bemoaning response to her mother’s affections. She ducked her head, lightly stomping a hind leg against a random sea creature’s skull that created the bridge and semi-rolling her eyes. But she wasn’t really annoyed, it was more a show than anything else. ”Come and see!” Her head craned back towards the strange creature as Virga called for her to come see whatever it was in reply to her question.
Bright, candied eyes look questioningly up at Aisling—not truly asking for permission, but moreso asking for assurance that whatever this strange thing was, that it would be safe. And she was met with a kind warning (which Larue just stopped rolling her eyes at) and a michevious wink (which was met with a delighted giggle and a soft bump of her candied muzzle against Aisling’s grey). So she scampered off the bridge, lemon freckled ears perked forward to catch whatever this guy (—Kis—) was saying.
And though her curiosity was at defcon 10, she was not inclined to openly pledge her help with anything. She knew, from experience, that when adults said ’help’ what they really meant was ’work’. And ’work’ was no fun. So, instead, she simply muttered under her breath, “I’ll wait and see, Kis.”
Anyhow, the small squirt nudged her dam back, hard, “Mooom,” was her muttered, bemoaning response to her mother’s affections. She ducked her head, lightly stomping a hind leg against a random sea creature’s skull that created the bridge and semi-rolling her eyes. But she wasn’t really annoyed, it was more a show than anything else. ”Come and see!” Her head craned back towards the strange creature as Virga called for her to come see whatever it was in reply to her question.
Bright, candied eyes look questioningly up at Aisling—not truly asking for permission, but moreso asking for assurance that whatever this strange thing was, that it would be safe. And she was met with a kind warning (which Larue just stopped rolling her eyes at) and a michevious wink (which was met with a delighted giggle and a soft bump of her candied muzzle against Aisling’s grey). So she scampered off the bridge, lemon freckled ears perked forward to catch whatever this guy (—Kis—) was saying.
And though her curiosity was at defcon 10, she was not inclined to openly pledge her help with anything. She knew, from experience, that when adults said ’help’ what they really meant was ’work’. And ’work’ was no fun. So, instead, she simply muttered under her breath, “I’ll wait and see, Kis.”
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