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This is a surprise! As her mother and Wynter’s voices reach through the Edge, Maude drops her bundle of dry, trimmed twigs instantaneously. While, perhaps, she should have found a more suitable location than “where it lay” for her chore’s twiggy remnants, the girl doesn’t manage to actually think this to herself until she’s nearly upon those gathering to hear her momma’s tales. Too late now, she thinks, recalling the cast aside bundle morosely rolling with flops and flips across the greenhouse floor. Breaching the clearing where her mother waits, Maude happily bounds towards the ivory woman with an eager trot, her smile wide with greeting, and her chest rumbling with a delighted nicker of hello. “Hi Mommy! You didn’t tell me we’d have stories today,” she cheerfully fusses with a spritely giggle, mostly because she finds she enjoys knowing things ahead of time that the other foals would definitely want to know, anytime. Regardless, her smile does not fade, too happy to see her mother at all to bother being truly upset she’d been left out. There had been times Maude was sure she’d never see her momma again, as she had vanished away one night, leaving only her new family and a very, very worried Daddy. After they’d found her mom gaunt and wane many seasons later in the frosty meadow, that fear had almost immediately vanished, replaced instead with a much more frightening thought: a true end, death. These two realities work together as she sweeps towards her mother, and snuggles into her shoulder. She remains close, even when the stories start, eager to relish this recovered time with the snowy one she loves too deeply to find proper words. Though she certainly wants to tuck her legs down underneath her, and snuggle against the Earth, the snow makes that impossible, and so, instead, she steps away (only a few steps) and turns about to listen thoughtfully to her dam’s story. So she listens. With each new idea and revelation about the great Earth Turtle, Maude found she couldn’t help but wiggle and wriggle more, and more, as if her hooves were trying to carry her off in search of him before the story even finished. So, when her mother’s story concludes with the promise of adventure, Maude can’t help but blurt out: “Oh! Oh! Does that mean we’re going, too?!” hopefully badgers the girl, as a large, multiple colored stallion approaches; looking over at him with a signature, Maude smile, which moves between the stranger, and her mother, she cheerfully adds (after he asks his question, of course): “Oh boy, where does he come from, mommy? I’ll bet its somewhere super pretty!” [ OOC: Soooo she knows no strangers. xD ] |
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Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
