05-26-2018, 11:48 AM
Sibyl's days were a flurry of motion. She grew strong and quick as she entertained herself by exploring the Islands of her home, and at six weeks of age, she was not old enough to know that one day she would see it's scent lines as confines. For now, Tephra was all she needed, and she had few thoughts of what, if anything, lies beyond.
But someone from beyond comes to see her today, and later this visit would spark a flurry of questions Warrick would be loath to answer.
"Helooooo!" She calls to the mare as she gallops across the dark sands of the bay. Bouncing to a halt in a shower of sand and saltwater the filly beams up into her sister's dark eyes.
"Wishbone!" She declares with pride.
"I found something for you, but he's over here," she manages to say threw gulps of air. The midnight-painted filly spins on her haunches and once again springs into a rangy gallop, gone as quick as she came, but having no doubt that her elder will follow.
A quarter mile down the beach her prize becomes visible. This time her halt is a little more cautious as she comes to stand before a tiny equine skull. Its polished shape stands in high contrast on the dark sand, where it had been pulled to just above the waterline. Reverently she reaches out to touch the bone with her muzzle, before looking up once again to the dark mare.
"Make a wish," she says with a lopsided smile.
But someone from beyond comes to see her today, and later this visit would spark a flurry of questions Warrick would be loath to answer.
"Helooooo!" She calls to the mare as she gallops across the dark sands of the bay. Bouncing to a halt in a shower of sand and saltwater the filly beams up into her sister's dark eyes.
"Wishbone!" She declares with pride.
"I found something for you, but he's over here," she manages to say threw gulps of air. The midnight-painted filly spins on her haunches and once again springs into a rangy gallop, gone as quick as she came, but having no doubt that her elder will follow.
A quarter mile down the beach her prize becomes visible. This time her halt is a little more cautious as she comes to stand before a tiny equine skull. Its polished shape stands in high contrast on the dark sand, where it had been pulled to just above the waterline. Reverently she reaches out to touch the bone with her muzzle, before looking up once again to the dark mare.
"Make a wish," she says with a lopsided smile.