Again I hear the word sister, but this is not Ketzia. Besides the broken white patterns this sister looks nothing like the one I know. All explanation eludes me, even as I gaze upon my mother with soft questioning eyes.
The foal stirs and my eyes flicker towards its movement. I watch curiously as she stumbles about on wobbly stilts before collapsing into the lush ferns of Ischia. A small snort of annoyance exits the small body and I take a single step nearer. My crown lowering to the foals level and extend an encouraging nuzzle to the fillies cheek, "Come'n... you can do it," I whisper gently. The foal tries again with a newfound determination, I smile and pull a few tendrils of light from the sunlit sky to assist unknowingly to the young one. Wrapping them around her smallish form and willing her to stand again. Feathered limbs -like my fathers- teeter with imbalance as she manages to move closer to my mothers warm body. Beaming with pride, the filly finds a food source that I had lived off of only a year ago.
My gaze shifts back to my mother's face and a smile lights my features. "Eifa," I repeat the name my mother had given, nodding in approval.
@[Mosrael] @[Eifa] Short and I hope what she does with her magic is ok. If not let me know
Perhaps we can do a new thread with Kove, Eifa, @[Kyveli]?? My spell check is not working either so... sry lol