09-29-2024, 08:39 AM
Both pairs of pleading young eyes are a stormy blue grey, though Ravin’s are only so because that is the shade of the sky overhead - full of clouds and the promise of rain. Myrna looks down into those eyes, her own narrowed as if in deep thought, as if denying their request is a significant possibility.
But her eyes soften, and are joined by a smile as she nods and laughs: Yes, yes you may go play in the waterfall, but you must watch out for each other, and you must not go too deep, and you must take Feather and no, no you may not ditch Feather if she herds you back from the deep water.
Twin nods of excitement agreement are the answer, and soon the sound of eight hooves, four paws, and two (still uselessly) flapping wings fades into the distance. Myrna turns from where she has watched them crest the hill, and slowly meanders back down a flower lined path on her way to nowhere in particular.
@anyone
But her eyes soften, and are joined by a smile as she nods and laughs: Yes, yes you may go play in the waterfall, but you must watch out for each other, and you must not go too deep, and you must take Feather and no, no you may not ditch Feather if she herds you back from the deep water.
Twin nods of excitement agreement are the answer, and soon the sound of eight hooves, four paws, and two (still uselessly) flapping wings fades into the distance. Myrna turns from where she has watched them crest the hill, and slowly meanders back down a flower lined path on her way to nowhere in particular.
@anyone