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05-29-2013, 08:50 PM
Summoned by Mother and shuttled by Father, young Semira stood in the shadow of Dragonson, watching as others of her very extended family arrived. She'd never quite seen so many of her kin in one place, even on the day of her birth. It was enough that she barely paid any attention to her twin, too preoccupied was she in rubbernecking and listening to the words being passed back and forth.
She didn't understand much of what was going on. Something about sharing knowledge and magic... and others had misgivings and questions? Something like that? Quizzically she peered up at Father, then over at Mother. But she didn't ask. It was better to listen and learn, and ask later. Who knew? Perhaps some of her questions would be answered before they even came into being.
But her mind was destined to be forever offtrack, for she spied a most peculiar mare. An all white unicorn who stayed silent when others offered questions, with an air of great age and mystery. The young dragonsister's attention was so great that she nearly forgot everything else that was going on. Her wings trembled with the physical effort of not just traipsing straight over there and saying hello. Or just staring up at the mare, she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to say anything before spoken to with that one.
Instead she huddled back against Father's leg, secure in the shadow of his wing that rested so far above her head. That was one question she'd definitely have to ask later.
She didn't understand much of what was going on. Something about sharing knowledge and magic... and others had misgivings and questions? Something like that? Quizzically she peered up at Father, then over at Mother. But she didn't ask. It was better to listen and learn, and ask later. Who knew? Perhaps some of her questions would be answered before they even came into being.
But her mind was destined to be forever offtrack, for she spied a most peculiar mare. An all white unicorn who stayed silent when others offered questions, with an air of great age and mystery. The young dragonsister's attention was so great that she nearly forgot everything else that was going on. Her wings trembled with the physical effort of not just traipsing straight over there and saying hello. Or just staring up at the mare, she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to say anything before spoken to with that one.
Instead she huddled back against Father's leg, secure in the shadow of his wing that rested so far above her head. That was one question she'd definitely have to ask later.
