Legs? No, sticks. Weird sticks with no purpose - but then her mother stands and the girl knows that the purpose is to run, to be even free-er than she felt just before. She’s not cold, but she is hungry, and the filly takes interest in everything that seems edible at the moment.
A grass stalk - no, yuck.
Maybe the dirt?
Nope.
She needs to stand to eat then, and wobbles just like her twin. As both foals come to their supposed height, she notices his size difference, but shrugs it off as normal. Instead, the silver-maned girl suckles on his ear, but decided that that is not food either. Finally she moves to her mother, and there she is guided quickly to the milk.
She forgets her distaste for wetness, and drinks.
@[Intoxication]
A grass stalk - no, yuck.
Maybe the dirt?
Nope.
She needs to stand to eat then, and wobbles just like her twin. As both foals come to their supposed height, she notices his size difference, but shrugs it off as normal. Instead, the silver-maned girl suckles on his ear, but decided that that is not food either. Finally she moves to her mother, and there she is guided quickly to the milk.
She forgets her distaste for wetness, and drinks.
@[Intoxication]