She is perhaps the most beautiful thing the girl has ever seen.
And Dear feels an immediate stab of guilt when the green girl rises to her feet.
She hadn’t meant to startle her, really. But she’d seen her from the edge of the meadow and had not been able to stop herself from approaching.
They are roughly the same age, Dear can tell it in the way that they are both unsteady on their new legs, but the green girl towers over her in a way that Dear will have no choice but to get used to. She will always be smaller, thinner, more deer than horse. She grins up at the green girl, blinking boldly in the face of her beauty before she teeters forward and presses her nose against the girl’s shoulder. As if she does not trust her to be made of flesh and bone. She is, though, and this delights Dear.
Where did she come from? She staggers backwards, swaying on her feet as she comes to a stop less than a foot away. Still too close, perhaps, but she likes it here. She glances over her shoulder to the edge of the meadow where she knows her mama must be watching. “There!” she says and giggles because she can see her mama’s outline in the shadows. Silly mama. She shakes her head and shifts her focus back to the green girl. “My mama is there,” she whispers it like a secret, wrinkling her baby nose in amusement.
She opens her mouth to ask the girl where she came from, too but finds her attention arrested by another stranger. He is larger, older, white and green. Her eyes widen and her grin grows. “Look!” she cries, gesturing wildly to the stranger. “Look, he’s green like you!” She stamps her little feet in excitement.
“Hey!” she calls, “hey, you!” The stranger turns to face her and it is then that Dear notices the vines snaking their way through his mane. This compounds her excitement. “Come here, please!” she says and the stranger obliges. She turns then to the green girl, her eyes ablaze with wonder. The slightly older boy stops a short distance away and smiles good-naturedly, glancing between the two girls.
“Hi!” Dear chirps, thrumming with delight. “My name is Dear and this is my friend…,” she pauses then, glancing at the green girl, realizing that she had not gotten her name.
And Dear feels an immediate stab of guilt when the green girl rises to her feet.
She hadn’t meant to startle her, really. But she’d seen her from the edge of the meadow and had not been able to stop herself from approaching.
They are roughly the same age, Dear can tell it in the way that they are both unsteady on their new legs, but the green girl towers over her in a way that Dear will have no choice but to get used to. She will always be smaller, thinner, more deer than horse. She grins up at the green girl, blinking boldly in the face of her beauty before she teeters forward and presses her nose against the girl’s shoulder. As if she does not trust her to be made of flesh and bone. She is, though, and this delights Dear.
Where did she come from? She staggers backwards, swaying on her feet as she comes to a stop less than a foot away. Still too close, perhaps, but she likes it here. She glances over her shoulder to the edge of the meadow where she knows her mama must be watching. “There!” she says and giggles because she can see her mama’s outline in the shadows. Silly mama. She shakes her head and shifts her focus back to the green girl. “My mama is there,” she whispers it like a secret, wrinkling her baby nose in amusement.
She opens her mouth to ask the girl where she came from, too but finds her attention arrested by another stranger. He is larger, older, white and green. Her eyes widen and her grin grows. “Look!” she cries, gesturing wildly to the stranger. “Look, he’s green like you!” She stamps her little feet in excitement.
“Hey!” she calls, “hey, you!” The stranger turns to face her and it is then that Dear notices the vines snaking their way through his mane. This compounds her excitement. “Come here, please!” she says and the stranger obliges. She turns then to the green girl, her eyes ablaze with wonder. The slightly older boy stops a short distance away and smiles good-naturedly, glancing between the two girls.
“Hi!” Dear chirps, thrumming with delight. “My name is Dear and this is my friend…,” she pauses then, glancing at the green girl, realizing that she had not gotten her name.
careful, child, light the fuse and get away 'cause happiness throws a shower of sparks
Dear,
@[catnip]