Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Fenyx was even more resistant when he made the decision for them to move on. The grey one hadn't responded, hadn't opened her eyes but the girl was ever so certain that she was only sleeping. Obviously, the mare is just a heavy sleeper, right? Fenyx fought as hard as she could, squealing and skittering away from the golden one but her refusal to move too far from the grey one was her ultimate downfall (well, that and the fact that she wasn't even a day old). Her clumsiness landed her in tucked beneath his wing and though she tried to drag her hooves in the dirt, to avoid walking in some desperate attempt to stay here until mother wakes up; she eventually gives in. She simultaneously huffs in irritation and cuddles herself beneath the comfort of his massive wing.
She starts their journey off with a hefty dose of stubbornness, dragging her hooves and resisting the pace father attempts to set. So many questions swirl around in her head, leaving her lost and confused... and wanting her mother. A distinct growling noise seems to rumble from her tummy after the three of them travel some distance but it isn't the noise that causes her to pause, it's the discomfort accompanying it. The golden one, father, takes notice and frowns down at her. Worry creases his brow and anxiety squeezes his chest but these are things she does not know nor can she identify them. All she notices is the frown upon his face and she instantly fights to silence her own body. It isn't a fight she can win; involuntary reactions cannot be voluntarily silenced, but still she tries. Each rumble seems to distress her more, until the glass spikes come into view and provide her with a significant distraction.
Near the 'wall' of glittering spikes, the girl finally slips out from beneath his wing. As she moves closer, she reaches out her muzzle with the intent of touching the surface of the strange structure but father's immediate reprimand is enough to make her pull away... this time. Fenyx quickens her pace in an attempt to catch up to Vynter and father but by the time she reaches them she finds both standing outside another strange structure. Well, both of them briefly. Very briefly. By the time she slips beneath one of Miykael's wings to get a better view and possibly explore the gate barring their way, a dark creature catches her eye. She watches it for a moment as it disappears over the wall but by the time she shifts her amber gaze back down, Vynter bolts after the bird. Fenyx bleats at Vynter, hoping that would be enough to bring him back to her.
Yet, he doesn't turn around.
And so she simply pouts.
That is when things get interesting. A black and white winged mare races towards them, through the forests on the other side of the gate. Fenyx peers at her curiously, amber eyes clear and bright. Without really consciously meaning to, she shifts herself closer to father's leg - almost clinging to him as she tries to discern whether or not to trust this new pegasus. Frankly, it doesn't last long. Father seems to trust her. The red girl shifts away from his leg and takes a few steps closer, her small nostrils flaring as she inhales the new one's scent. She has wings, too, like daddy and soon the filly is bleating at the black and white mare as she practically bounces closer. Fenyx stretches out her neck, attempting to reach up and touch her soft nose to Alysanne's left wing. She can't help but wonder if wings are more common than not. Mother didn't have them but everyone else she's seen has.
Fenyx was completely immersed in examining the painted mare that she was almost surprised by the arrival of another mare. This one, however, gave her reason to pause. She had something long and seemingly pointy stuck to her forehead. Confused, the filly moves closer and as her eyes trail the length of the pointy thing, she suddenly finds something delicate and shiny. Strings and they seemed to dangle everywhere on the golden and white mare. The closer she gets, though, the more her attention is drawn elsewhere. A certain smell reaches her nostrils, a smell that pulls her attention to the gurgling growl of her stomach. But it doesn't just growl, it aches and something smells so good. She follows her nose to the source, shameless in her approach as she finds the golden mare's teat. She doesn't wait for father's question to receive an answer. The girl smells a food source and simply goes for it. As a newborn she has no idea of what the consequences might be or that her actions might not be welcome. She is a bundle of selfish instincts and there is no shame in that.
Fenyx
watch this madness |
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