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11-07-2016, 09:25 AM
When a voice calls out to her through the whipping whoosh of the wind, and the steady thrum-thump of her hooves through the gaining snow, Maude swiftly stops, the blanket of white breaking away in toppling waves alongside her dainty hooves. Her doll’s face turns towards the sound of the summoner, pale green eyes wide with curious wonder as to who speaks to her. A snow fairy, she thinks at first, her tiny mouth dropping open in wonder at the dainty, pure white winged thing, illuminated by the glow tree. She regains her wits quickly, however, determining the girl to be the same she’d seen at the meeting with the Moon, almost as quickly as she’d assumed that girl to be a fairy. Still, it’s understandable, as the pale creature is still as pretty as Maude remembered her to be then, too. Feeling part of her heart drop in remembrance of her own, pale mother, missing now for some seasons, the babe tries her best to push aside her sorrow, to eagerly face, what she hopes, will be a new friendship. Trotting over the snow with high steps and a smile, Maude pauses to look down at the unburied treasures that the pretty white lady has found. She hasn’t ever tried them before, but she also has been trained to be a healer; the sight of fruits, unknown, albeit being eaten by someone else, make her hesitate. Hadn’t daddy said that not all fruits were actually food? Yet, it would be rude to not try them, considering she had asked and all… “What are they called?” cheerfully inquires the cream and ginger maiden, her antlered crown dropping downwards to investigate the fruits with her lips gently. She pauses to wait for strange sensations from that alone, trying her best to remember the following steps to trying any new plant. No tingles, so she gently bites into the fruit, letting the (rather tasty) juices move over her tongue, but not actually taking the flesh with her. When what feels like long enough (it’s not) passes for her to assume the juice is safe, she takes an eager bite, sighing happily at the unique taste. Why had she never been introduced to these before? She muses, savoring another bite of the tasty thing, waiting until she’s swallowed her delectable tidbit before adding: “I am Maude,” smiling up at the snowy lady, from where her head is still lowered to keep eating when she’s done talking (these things are way too good!), the filly proceeds to chatter over what she presumes to be a very fine, lady’s brunch, “I would like to be a healer one day. I saw you at the meeting, with King Tembovu and the Moon. Are you a seer, too? Like Mister Alune?” |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
