08-09-2018, 09:54 PM
The thickets rustled louder as Kove came closer. Eifa stoped her whining to look at the older filly, ears high with interest. A quick sniff was taken as Eifa inspected the other, whilst quietly listening to her mother speak. Yet again she heard her mother say she was Kove’s sister, though she wasn’t entirely sure what that meant quite yet. But, she had instincts that told her Kove was unsure, and quite possibly unsettled or disappointed by Eifa’s presence. Young ones have some odd ability to sense that sort of thing. Her ears lowered in reaction to her senses as she suddenly felt a little saddened. Did they not like her?
Her mother finally stood, and Eifa’s attention switched to her. She glanced at her belly longingly, licking her lips with hunger. Eifa was reminded of her hunger, and wanted to finally taste her mother’s milk. But first, she needed to stand too. With a quick whine, she shuffled and struggled to get her little legs beneath her. She was very light, yet her legs were wobbly and weak, for they had never been used. Almost immediately she fell before she could even balance herself. With a muffled thump she landed on the ground awkwardly, and paused for a moment before trying again. The little filly snorted with slight impatience and irritation, and slipped her noodle legs beneath her once more. She stumbled and swayed as she struggled to find balance, but her persistence finally payed off.
Though her stance wasn’t very sturdy and her legs wobbled with each step, she made her way to her mother. Her tail was raised up high with pride from her accomplishment, and she briefly flapped her fuzzy feathered wings with excitement. Eyes gleaming, she looked up at her mother to see if she was just as proud, before she lowered her head and began eagerly drinking her mother’s milk.
@[Mosrael] @[Kove]
Her mother finally stood, and Eifa’s attention switched to her. She glanced at her belly longingly, licking her lips with hunger. Eifa was reminded of her hunger, and wanted to finally taste her mother’s milk. But first, she needed to stand too. With a quick whine, she shuffled and struggled to get her little legs beneath her. She was very light, yet her legs were wobbly and weak, for they had never been used. Almost immediately she fell before she could even balance herself. With a muffled thump she landed on the ground awkwardly, and paused for a moment before trying again. The little filly snorted with slight impatience and irritation, and slipped her noodle legs beneath her once more. She stumbled and swayed as she struggled to find balance, but her persistence finally payed off.
Though her stance wasn’t very sturdy and her legs wobbled with each step, she made her way to her mother. Her tail was raised up high with pride from her accomplishment, and she briefly flapped her fuzzy feathered wings with excitement. Eyes gleaming, she looked up at her mother to see if she was just as proud, before she lowered her head and began eagerly drinking her mother’s milk.
@[Mosrael] @[Kove]