12-14-2018, 07:37 AM
Oisin
Sure it was fine to hang around with Mama and Papa. It was warm and safe and comfortable and dreadfully boring sometimes. Yeah, Mama did her best to take them around the island and show them new things. Yeah, that had been fun enough and it had worked, for a while. But the little chocolate toned filly had still grown restless; there were only so much snow and rocks and ugly trees you could look at and explore for so long.
Oisin's little legs itched to go to the mainland of Beqanna. Mama had told them stories of the different places that waited for them across the sea when they were big enough to cross it. Well, okay, maybe Mama hadn't willingly told them the stories. More like, Sheen's mouth continually asked questions of their mother's whereabouts when she had gone for a time until the leopard mare would finally, begrudgingly give the annoying filly a tidbit of information. Her dark eyes would light up with wonder, but only temporarily satisfied with the news because one day soon, she was determined to get her little butt over there.
But impatiently she had trotted circles around her sister that morning, coercing (maybe more like pestering) her into going along with her to a different part of the isle today. "Come on, Wenny!" she chattered, tugging at her younger sister's metallic mane with every circled pass, "Let's go do something! We won't be gone long! Let's go over there! Or wait, no. Over there! No, we went to that rock before already, I think. Yes, let's go to the first place I said!" She'd been practicing her quieter voice lately, and she was quite proud of herself for not making her sister cringe just now. Not that she cared if she made other people cringe, but she cared about her sister.
Satisfied that Wenny was finally following, she began to lead the way to a different ugly tree that they had never been to yet. Tossing her head over her shoulder to look at the fairer twin she giggled with anticipation, "What do you think we'll find today?!"
Oisin's little legs itched to go to the mainland of Beqanna. Mama had told them stories of the different places that waited for them across the sea when they were big enough to cross it. Well, okay, maybe Mama hadn't willingly told them the stories. More like, Sheen's mouth continually asked questions of their mother's whereabouts when she had gone for a time until the leopard mare would finally, begrudgingly give the annoying filly a tidbit of information. Her dark eyes would light up with wonder, but only temporarily satisfied with the news because one day soon, she was determined to get her little butt over there.
But impatiently she had trotted circles around her sister that morning, coercing (maybe more like pestering) her into going along with her to a different part of the isle today. "Come on, Wenny!" she chattered, tugging at her younger sister's metallic mane with every circled pass, "Let's go do something! We won't be gone long! Let's go over there! Or wait, no. Over there! No, we went to that rock before already, I think. Yes, let's go to the first place I said!" She'd been practicing her quieter voice lately, and she was quite proud of herself for not making her sister cringe just now. Not that she cared if she made other people cringe, but she cared about her sister.
Satisfied that Wenny was finally following, she began to lead the way to a different ugly tree that they had never been to yet. Tossing her head over her shoulder to look at the fairer twin she giggled with anticipation, "What do you think we'll find today?!"
per angusta ad augusta
through difficulties to honors
@[Eurwen]