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12-04-2016, 10:12 AM
“Are you okay?!” The cry caused her small, barred, horned head to whip towards the source of the call. Her pallid gaze shifted from the winked, bronze pegasus mare that quickly approached her to the grey wolf at the mare’s heels. Though she had no innate fear of the toothy creature (mud was far worse), brother-calf had repeatedly (exasperatedly) explained she needed to be wary of them. However, in the face of her plumage being awry, such teachings were lost on the filly.
“Feathers wrong,” was her disconcerted reply to the question, a mottled horn-tip gesturing towards the out-of-place and few bent/broken feathers. That was much worse, to the filly, than the painfully droop of her injured right wing. But her white eyes were focusing on the other mare, sharp and strange gaze narrowing on her coloring and markings.
Her white-marked nose wrinkled slightly, pale eyes dizzyingly darting between the many dapples on the mare’s silver-smoke body. “You have dots,” she finally bleated as she awkwardly rose out of her sitting position, “Esi fix.” Then her small muzzle stretched out for the dapples on the mare’s shoulder, lips already wiggling in her reach as she aimed to attempt to scrub off the uneven, asymmetrical dots.
Her ears swiveled around forever in motion, as she shuffled forward. Her slowly growing tail of mixture of greys, whites, and blacks twitched as pain pulsed from her limp right wing—but there were more important things to attend to for the little calf. These dapples needs to be fixed posthaste. A little clay welled along her spine as her magic reacted to the excitement of cleaning another.
“Feathers wrong,” was her disconcerted reply to the question, a mottled horn-tip gesturing towards the out-of-place and few bent/broken feathers. That was much worse, to the filly, than the painfully droop of her injured right wing. But her white eyes were focusing on the other mare, sharp and strange gaze narrowing on her coloring and markings.
Her white-marked nose wrinkled slightly, pale eyes dizzyingly darting between the many dapples on the mare’s silver-smoke body. “You have dots,” she finally bleated as she awkwardly rose out of her sitting position, “Esi fix.” Then her small muzzle stretched out for the dapples on the mare’s shoulder, lips already wiggling in her reach as she aimed to attempt to scrub off the uneven, asymmetrical dots.
Her ears swiveled around forever in motion, as she shuffled forward. Her slowly growing tail of mixture of greys, whites, and blacks twitched as pain pulsed from her limp right wing—but there were more important things to attend to for the little calf. These dapples needs to be fixed posthaste. A little clay welled along her spine as her magic reacted to the excitement of cleaning another.
esinakh
@Areli don't be sorry! :D
Please tag Esinakh.
