05-31-2019, 09:53 PM
Soleil rarely strays from her parents’ sides. As a naturally sweet and quiet girl, she is often overwhelmed by the constant waves of magic she can hardly control. There are far too many nights she spends tossing and turning because others have wandered too close to where she is sleeping: their thoughts crowd her mind and set off her anxieties.
When the vision of the meadow presses gently into her mind, she stops her diligent digging at the damp soil and listens. Little ears flick back and forth, but still she finds no noise to the accompany the invasion. Odd that the faded burble of chirping birds was there a moment and then gone . . . Soleil shakes her head and squeaks. Sure, she can paint infinite pictures in her head of the thoughts of others, but to have a sensation of reading thoughts without any actual thoughts. . . The babe blinks, dazed; then, steps in the direction her gut pulls.
The thoughts of Lynx and Fox fade into the chaos of the physical universe - Soleil so enraptured that she does not notice when their telepathic murmurs are entirely gone.
A meadow, covered in wildflowers and interrupted by a small gathering, is where the blue roan filly arrives. Her steps are quiet, and her open face is covered in awe. The group’s leader is a color she has yet to discover, shiny in the way only gold can be. The rosey sheen of Djinni’s coat sparkles beneath the sun, a gentle delight the filly discovers.
Her patience is deep, and her mind wide open, accepting what thoughts may pass.
When the vision of the meadow presses gently into her mind, she stops her diligent digging at the damp soil and listens. Little ears flick back and forth, but still she finds no noise to the accompany the invasion. Odd that the faded burble of chirping birds was there a moment and then gone . . . Soleil shakes her head and squeaks. Sure, she can paint infinite pictures in her head of the thoughts of others, but to have a sensation of reading thoughts without any actual thoughts. . . The babe blinks, dazed; then, steps in the direction her gut pulls.
The thoughts of Lynx and Fox fade into the chaos of the physical universe - Soleil so enraptured that she does not notice when their telepathic murmurs are entirely gone.
A meadow, covered in wildflowers and interrupted by a small gathering, is where the blue roan filly arrives. Her steps are quiet, and her open face is covered in awe. The group’s leader is a color she has yet to discover, shiny in the way only gold can be. The rosey sheen of Djinni’s coat sparkles beneath the sun, a gentle delight the filly discovers.
Her patience is deep, and her mind wide open, accepting what thoughts may pass.