04-07-2017, 10:57 PM
Most of the other children she has seen have been with their mothers. Bristol has already realized that this is the normal way of things, for foals to stay with their mothers, but when she brought it up, her father only smiled (a little sadder than his usual) and told her he hadn’t grown up with a mother, either. But he’d also laughed and told her that her mother had once been Queen of the people they live amongst, and was a great warrior, and that he was sure she’d meet her mother someday.
But for now, she is a filly being raised alone by a father amongst the remainder of the proud Amazon women, and it’s a little strange. But she is not the only child here, by a large margin, and she is bored of Brennen’s company, and sets out today along the sand to find someone else to talk to – to play with! – her father’s only instruction being that she is absolutely not to leave Nerine.
Surely, she can find one of the other colts she has seen around without leaving Nerine. Dancing and bouncing across the sand, she takes flight briefly with her natural black feathered wings before landing and taking off again with leathery dragon wings, then repeating the process with big butterfly wings, and floating a bit above the shoreline before coming down again, breathing hard from the exertion of many changes in a small amount of time and the physical task of taking off and landing repeatedly.
“Hello-ooo,” she calls across the shore, impatient. “Where is everybody?”
But for now, she is a filly being raised alone by a father amongst the remainder of the proud Amazon women, and it’s a little strange. But she is not the only child here, by a large margin, and she is bored of Brennen’s company, and sets out today along the sand to find someone else to talk to – to play with! – her father’s only instruction being that she is absolutely not to leave Nerine.
Surely, she can find one of the other colts she has seen around without leaving Nerine. Dancing and bouncing across the sand, she takes flight briefly with her natural black feathered wings before landing and taking off again with leathery dragon wings, then repeating the process with big butterfly wings, and floating a bit above the shoreline before coming down again, breathing hard from the exertion of many changes in a small amount of time and the physical task of taking off and landing repeatedly.
“Hello-ooo,” she calls across the shore, impatient. “Where is everybody?”