Valensia
She is so very proud of herself today. The black roan filly can’t contain the giddy frolics of excitement inside her anymore. She immediately takes off to the meadow (without knowing that she’s left Tephra) where she can let it all out, and possibly get in some more practice at battling. She’s so excited she doesn’t really pay attention to her surroundings. Instead just letting out the bucks, kicks, and head tossing like any other yearling would at being chosen. And while she dances lost in her little fuzzball world. Her writer remembers those days, and sometimes wonders how it is that we did not collapse and fall into oblivion after one sentence. Though it WAS good practice for extending the writers vocabulary. Sometimes even so far as to be getting strange looks or jaw drops when she started talking like how she wrote (was writing?).
But Val does make it to the meadow, and sadly doesn’t seem to pay enough attention, so that she stumbles, her side doing this falling thing against Satire. (hopefully she doesn’t gouge him with one of her bones from her wing!). With a little filly type grunt, she gathers her footing once more. Shaking out her mane and folding her wings so that they are no longer loose and a danger to others around her. I’m so sorry! She gasps out, wide eyed and horrified that her silly antics caused her to get into trouble.
She takes a moment looking him up and down. I’m Valensia, she finally decides its okay to talk to this stranger. She’s near bursting with questions. He doesn’t look familiar, and he doesn’t smell like Tephra… she looks around herself noticing the difference in scenery. Oops! Her whole face expresses everything that runs through her mind, she’s never been very good at holding it in. Never had a reason too, she has a good family, and a good home, with lots of good friends. She’s never met another girl before and she likes it this way. She’s rather spoiled and hopes that it will forever remain as such.
But Val does make it to the meadow, and sadly doesn’t seem to pay enough attention, so that she stumbles, her side doing this falling thing against Satire. (hopefully she doesn’t gouge him with one of her bones from her wing!). With a little filly type grunt, she gathers her footing once more. Shaking out her mane and folding her wings so that they are no longer loose and a danger to others around her. I’m so sorry! She gasps out, wide eyed and horrified that her silly antics caused her to get into trouble.
She takes a moment looking him up and down. I’m Valensia, she finally decides its okay to talk to this stranger. She’s near bursting with questions. He doesn’t look familiar, and he doesn’t smell like Tephra… she looks around herself noticing the difference in scenery. Oops! Her whole face expresses everything that runs through her mind, she’s never been very good at holding it in. Never had a reason too, she has a good family, and a good home, with lots of good friends. She’s never met another girl before and she likes it this way. She’s rather spoiled and hopes that it will forever remain as such.
“And there was you - your fair self,
always delicately dressed,
with white firm fingers sure of touch
in delicate true work.
I loved you then.”
- Charlotte Gilman
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