05-09-2015, 07:45 PM
About a month or so had passed since she was that poor little girl in the meadow, trying to prove herself to the world on her own. A feat not possible for a mortal child who still needed her mother's milk. However, fortune favored the young that fateful day when she'd been brought to a new home with a family who loved her and nourished her back to health. She wasn't much to look at, petite little frame fully feminine in her small grace with legs that seemed to stretch for miles. She is bay in color, a crooked interrupted stripe on her dished face and white on three of her legs. Her eyes are the color of milk chocolate, rich and bright with youth and innocence. They say eyes are windows to the soul, and I think they're right. One look into this little girl's face and one would see the fire burning, shining its light on her strength. She is unbreakable, taking whatever life throws at her and returning it tenfold. Or perhaps, she would be. She's only a couple of months old, give her time. But already she has survived the awful rejection of her mother, the week without her fighting for her life, and the time after that regaining all that she'd lost. Triske knows, as Tyrna and Shatter have told her, that there are dangers out there. Obstacles in the pattern of life. But she has made it this far; she can make it through anything.
The bay filly prances into the playground, not overly disappointed at the lack of activity. The absence of scents of others, only those of wildlife, rather intrigue her. She is excited to explore the place. She has all day, the whole day to play! Tyrna and her new momma, Shatter Me, had told her so. She was to be careful on the way, of course. But there was magic protecting the Playground's visitors, so she could stay all day until the sun starts to go down. She would probably be getting hungry by then anyway, so the terms were easy to agree to.
And so she goes, further into the play area; zigging between trees, zagging around bushes, zipping over logs. All with a carefree smile on her blackish lips and her tail up high in the air. She pays no mind to the suddenly dark gray clouds encroaching over the blue sky, the ominous way they swirl and tumble together. She does notice the way the winds kick up, but she delights in that, letting them urge her onward. This was fun! Having the whole place to herself. She giggles as leaves are picked up and scattered in certain areas, dancing with them and liking the occasional crunch, crunch when she steps on some of them. She takes a sharp turn around a tree and stops under its branches when the clouds finally move in front of the sun, casting a huge shadow over the area. Huge, brown eyes look out over the clearing and then up and up to the now-dark sky. She's never seen a storm before, but thinks how cool the clouds look churning and swirling. She watches, entranced, and gasps when there is a small flickering of light followed shortly by a gentle rumbling. What was that?! But very soon, her smile returns and her gaze never leaves the show in the sky.
Focused as she is, the filly can feel the power of the storm all the way through to her bones. Sharp ears pick up the subtle rolling of another of those growls and Triske imagines some of the clouds are monsters, and the light flashes are the heroes that save the sky. She dances from one foot to the other, anticipating the next strike, held captive by what she imagines could come next. There is another breeze that passes, toying with her foal fuzz and she smiles brighter. And then there is a huge flash of that wicked light across the dark sky, and a BIG BOOM that follows in the next moment. The sound startles the girl and she jumps, her heart nearly skipping a beat. She squeals (not in fear, but in absolute wonder), her energy soaring with that of the storm overhead. Grin spread wide, she kicks up her hinds and bounces around in a huge circle before coming to a stop under another tree. Laughing a bit, she looks up again, just as huge droplets of rain fall from above. Whoa!
Intrigued, she steps out from the tree with velveteen muzzle raised until she feels the drops pitter-patting on her face. She squeals again, lifting her front end and kicking her forelegs up high before she dashes out into the rain. Dancing, she tries to see if she can predict where they are going to fall next, and fails miserably, her bay hide quickly becoming dotted with wetness. Before long, the dots begin to connect themselves, which tickles her skin. Giggling girlishly once more, she stops to shake herself off, sending her own little droplets every which way. And then suddenly, she catches a glimpse of something in the bushes across the clearing from her. Sparking little bits of light like in the sky, or so she thought. How could that be possible, though? Fascinated, her head tilts slightly to the right as she strains to peer through the darkness, her dainty little hooves drawing her closer of their own accord. "Is someone there?" Her voice is quiet against the turmoil taking place in the sky, but she hopes the other has heard her. If there was even anyone really there.
[ Silly girl xD ]
The bay filly prances into the playground, not overly disappointed at the lack of activity. The absence of scents of others, only those of wildlife, rather intrigue her. She is excited to explore the place. She has all day, the whole day to play! Tyrna and her new momma, Shatter Me, had told her so. She was to be careful on the way, of course. But there was magic protecting the Playground's visitors, so she could stay all day until the sun starts to go down. She would probably be getting hungry by then anyway, so the terms were easy to agree to.
And so she goes, further into the play area; zigging between trees, zagging around bushes, zipping over logs. All with a carefree smile on her blackish lips and her tail up high in the air. She pays no mind to the suddenly dark gray clouds encroaching over the blue sky, the ominous way they swirl and tumble together. She does notice the way the winds kick up, but she delights in that, letting them urge her onward. This was fun! Having the whole place to herself. She giggles as leaves are picked up and scattered in certain areas, dancing with them and liking the occasional crunch, crunch when she steps on some of them. She takes a sharp turn around a tree and stops under its branches when the clouds finally move in front of the sun, casting a huge shadow over the area. Huge, brown eyes look out over the clearing and then up and up to the now-dark sky. She's never seen a storm before, but thinks how cool the clouds look churning and swirling. She watches, entranced, and gasps when there is a small flickering of light followed shortly by a gentle rumbling. What was that?! But very soon, her smile returns and her gaze never leaves the show in the sky.
Focused as she is, the filly can feel the power of the storm all the way through to her bones. Sharp ears pick up the subtle rolling of another of those growls and Triske imagines some of the clouds are monsters, and the light flashes are the heroes that save the sky. She dances from one foot to the other, anticipating the next strike, held captive by what she imagines could come next. There is another breeze that passes, toying with her foal fuzz and she smiles brighter. And then there is a huge flash of that wicked light across the dark sky, and a BIG BOOM that follows in the next moment. The sound startles the girl and she jumps, her heart nearly skipping a beat. She squeals (not in fear, but in absolute wonder), her energy soaring with that of the storm overhead. Grin spread wide, she kicks up her hinds and bounces around in a huge circle before coming to a stop under another tree. Laughing a bit, she looks up again, just as huge droplets of rain fall from above. Whoa!
Intrigued, she steps out from the tree with velveteen muzzle raised until she feels the drops pitter-patting on her face. She squeals again, lifting her front end and kicking her forelegs up high before she dashes out into the rain. Dancing, she tries to see if she can predict where they are going to fall next, and fails miserably, her bay hide quickly becoming dotted with wetness. Before long, the dots begin to connect themselves, which tickles her skin. Giggling girlishly once more, she stops to shake herself off, sending her own little droplets every which way. And then suddenly, she catches a glimpse of something in the bushes across the clearing from her. Sparking little bits of light like in the sky, or so she thought. How could that be possible, though? Fascinated, her head tilts slightly to the right as she strains to peer through the darkness, her dainty little hooves drawing her closer of their own accord. "Is someone there?" Her voice is quiet against the turmoil taking place in the sky, but she hopes the other has heard her. If there was even anyone really there.
[ Silly girl xD ]
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