01-09-2018, 06:18 PM
This darling girl has not disappointed!
Anything asked of her and she has complied, and in a manner that is befitting one of good nature and bearing. Femur is proud. She has picked well. Or Fate has seen fit to favor her one more time. No matter, she spoils her daughter with compliments and cuddles.
The river had been met and conquered even if it had tested her daughter’s mettle. Only for a moment and the girl had been quick to seek her mother’s side for solidified strength and forged on. Not a disappointment at all! Nor had Femur expected her to be one. She had seen something in the filly the moment she’d laid eyes on her. Some inner strength of character that had momentarily shone outward in that sweet little face before innocence and youth swallowed it back up.
Now on the shore, she can see how the girl burns with the light of desire in her eyes and face. It is a look that Femur is all too familiar with - Wildling had looked this same way the first time she lead him here. But the girl answers her and with a boldness that Femur finds charming. “My darling Valensia,” she murmurs, touching her lips to that little head just as her son finds them and more introductions abound. She is springing much upon Valensia so quickly but she has never been all that patient when there is much to be accomplished, like the introduction of siblings to one another.
So far the interaction is par for the course - politeness on both the foals’ parts and a little shyness on her daughter’s behalf which is becoming of a girl. She looks on, gives Val a tiny encouraging nudge from behind as she gives them a moment more to acquaint themselves.
Wildling tilts his head to the side as the girl - no, she is sister now - only manages a shy greeting. He cannot blame her. Mother gives them so little time to assimilate before thrusting them together. Why, she hadn’t even told him she was going off to apprehend more siblings for him and he certainly hadn’t expected her to come back with a girl! But he’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she doesn’t have those dreaded cooties that he assumes all girls but mother have.
He then realizes that he is staring. Perhaps a little too long and a little too boldly. But in this, he notes that both of their skins are similarly speckled - she is black to his blue except she doesn’t seem to fade into a more fantastic coloration like he does, amethyst purple like the end of his nose and the tuft of forelock between his ears. But whoa! What are those? Seems he’s just now caught sight of the birdlike appendages tucked against her sides. Well, one resembles a bird’s wing but the other? Bone! So cool!
“I like your wings.” he says quietly with a smile.
As if that alone cements her inclusion into their family. To him, it does. He can’t wait to show her what he can do! It’s something newly discovered and even their parents don’t know about it quite yet. He suspects mother does but… a glance at her shows her to just be smiling, even nodding her head in encouragement to the two of them and her black eyes seem to glow with nothing but pride in them both which makes him puff out his little blue chest that much more.
@[Valensia] i should tag Longclaw soon so she can meet her adoptive father. <3
Anything asked of her and she has complied, and in a manner that is befitting one of good nature and bearing. Femur is proud. She has picked well. Or Fate has seen fit to favor her one more time. No matter, she spoils her daughter with compliments and cuddles.
The river had been met and conquered even if it had tested her daughter’s mettle. Only for a moment and the girl had been quick to seek her mother’s side for solidified strength and forged on. Not a disappointment at all! Nor had Femur expected her to be one. She had seen something in the filly the moment she’d laid eyes on her. Some inner strength of character that had momentarily shone outward in that sweet little face before innocence and youth swallowed it back up.
Now on the shore, she can see how the girl burns with the light of desire in her eyes and face. It is a look that Femur is all too familiar with - Wildling had looked this same way the first time she lead him here. But the girl answers her and with a boldness that Femur finds charming. “My darling Valensia,” she murmurs, touching her lips to that little head just as her son finds them and more introductions abound. She is springing much upon Valensia so quickly but she has never been all that patient when there is much to be accomplished, like the introduction of siblings to one another.
So far the interaction is par for the course - politeness on both the foals’ parts and a little shyness on her daughter’s behalf which is becoming of a girl. She looks on, gives Val a tiny encouraging nudge from behind as she gives them a moment more to acquaint themselves.
Wildling tilts his head to the side as the girl - no, she is sister now - only manages a shy greeting. He cannot blame her. Mother gives them so little time to assimilate before thrusting them together. Why, she hadn’t even told him she was going off to apprehend more siblings for him and he certainly hadn’t expected her to come back with a girl! But he’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she doesn’t have those dreaded cooties that he assumes all girls but mother have.
He then realizes that he is staring. Perhaps a little too long and a little too boldly. But in this, he notes that both of their skins are similarly speckled - she is black to his blue except she doesn’t seem to fade into a more fantastic coloration like he does, amethyst purple like the end of his nose and the tuft of forelock between his ears. But whoa! What are those? Seems he’s just now caught sight of the birdlike appendages tucked against her sides. Well, one resembles a bird’s wing but the other? Bone! So cool!
“I like your wings.” he says quietly with a smile.
As if that alone cements her inclusion into their family. To him, it does. He can’t wait to show her what he can do! It’s something newly discovered and even their parents don’t know about it quite yet. He suspects mother does but… a glance at her shows her to just be smiling, even nodding her head in encouragement to the two of them and her black eyes seem to glow with nothing but pride in them both which makes him puff out his little blue chest that much more.