12-06-2017, 02:37 AM
Femur flicks her ears at the snort of surprise.
She had forgotten that she tends to have that effect on others when she appears out of thin air. It is something that she excels at and spares little thought to how it might look to them or how they’ll respond. Still, her lips comb the smallest whorl of hair upon that babe’s brow for a moment more before the little one attempts to talk. Progress! Femur feels an odd sensation inside her - pride, it inflates like the insides of a corpse full of gases and she smiles down upon the girl.
She can feel the foal start to relax beneath her motherly ministrations before the girl bumps her whiskery muzzle along Femur’s skin. This too, is progress, she thinks. Showing a more decided interest in the babe as the pride continues to build in her like a hot gas that is close to igniting into something fierce and unstoppable. Uh oh! Femur is enamored once again by a child seemingly orphaned, left to fend for itself against the cruelties of the world of which Femur just happened to get to the foal first before something more dastardly could.
The foal presses closer and Femur does not stop her.
Their gazes meet for a moment before the little muzzle ghosts along her flesh and then the wings flap in a bid for attention. Curious, the girl redirects her attention to the wings and Femur follows her with her black eyes. Proud that the girl is smart enough to ask about these extra appendages. “Wings,” she breathes in one short quiet breath before continuing on with her explanation and directing her own muzzle to touch first the feathered wing than the bony one.
“These are feathers,” as her lips touch against the soft short feathers that still have lots of growing to do. “This is bone,” she iterates as her lips slide along the smoothness of the gleaming skeleton. “With them you should be able to fly but mayhap not with that one,” she gestures to the bone-wing with her nose, a flippant gesture because Femur has no experience with flight - fright, yes but not the act of taking to the skies like she’s seen others do but the new Overseer could explain the mechanics of flight better to this one than Femur could. She could get the girl an introduction with the new king though to further her knowledge of wings and flight.
Her lips touch down upon that little head again with one more singular utterance, “Come with me.”
@[Valensia]