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G l a c i e r s ... m e l t i n g
When her daughter could not even mimic any noise of coarse it had scared her! Faelene was negative, and things had gone rather smooth she was waiting for the rain on her parade. If Sielu couldn't talk life could be difficult for her, but then the purple filly had done something more proving again she was no ordinary babe. A gentle presence stroked her mind in the form of a question because of her anxious mask. Faelene realized she had felt it before, differently and not as strongly. She had merely thought it was the assurance of the growing foal in her womb. Now she understood it had always been Sielu, but this seemed to have flourished with her other senses.
Still, never having a companion it was a new sensation for her.She wasn't sure she would get use to it. Sielu could talk, but it was much more than that. Each day she was greeted by an image that she seemed to recognize, and did not. She might have seen it, but she was seeing in in a whole new way with a question mark dotting it. Faelene would try her best to answer. Usually it seemed Sielu wanted a name of an object. They had gone over sun,sky, grass, flower, a bit about water, and countless other things in the Basin. Faelene found her daughter exceedingly bright, and wondered if the lack of tongue was part of the reason. Honestly, it wasn't a question that remained long since it was of no use. Faelene figured it was another part of who Sielu was, and if anyone wanted to harp about how she didn't talk she was sure they would soon find out the filly had no trouble speaking her mind. If she shared her gift with others she was not sure yet, but did not ask. The red maned was merely enjoying her new role, wondering what other surprises it might bring.
Today with the high sun they hung in the enclosure of the trees where Faelene tried to lead them down wide paths. Sielu had lengthy limbs, that were yet to be entirely strong and there seemed to be a lot more trip hazards with a newborn in tow. Much as she wished she could help her from ungraceful moments she would merely keep check she did not fall to the ground. The silver eyes often tried not to be obvious in their action, not wanting to make the lass fret worse. Today Faelene was assured by warm brushes to her side that let her know of her adoring, purple shadow. Quickly the open ground greets them, but the dark mare stops, turning her head just so to meet the blue eye at her side. So young she is not surprised by her hesitance, but playfully she bumps her tiny muzzle,and then trots onward through the grass. Pleasantly she lets a nicker ring from her throat, encouraging Sielu and welcoming her fellow Unicorns.
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