04-08-2020, 08:03 PM
Their little family is an odd one.
A good one, but odd.
Tick smiled at the children's antics, her spring-molting shoulder comfortably being itched by Keeper's gentle gnawing. She'd emerged with the new year's sun, leggy filly in tow. Her own Mikael had bounded with joy at the introduction of his half sister, and Tick had crooned and crowed at the beautiful lass her sweet Keeper had given them.
They'd held on to bright, warm days of springtime. Easy, hopeful days that the roan mare never wanted to see the end of. Land knew there had been enough strife in the world, enough grief and pain to last many lifetimes. She knew her blessings when she saw them, and leaned easily into the embrace of her loved ones. Her inky tail swayed idly in the sunshine as the trio of adults watched the youngster's play.
One by one the pieces of the game moved.
Tick's mischief-loving heart laughed to see her son prowl so carefully towards his elder cousin. Young Noma was such a sweet soul, ever patient with the two foals and their never ending energy. There was another player in this game, however, and it took following Ryan's line of sight to notice her. Fiadh. Clever girl, so alike Mikael in looks and as daring as they came. Today her figure borrowed its predatory likeness, a shape Tick had no name for but what was clearly somewhere between Keeper and Ryan's shifted shapes.
It was a struggle to hold back her snort of amusement when she saw the girl's focus was not on the unwitting Noma, but on her own sneaking son. Inch by inch they moved, Fee carefully angling herself to intercept her brother. It was a slow motion dance, until it wasn't.
"ARGGGGG!"
The snail's paced race came to an explosive conclusion when colt and filly leapt, one just behind the other. A hair too slow, Mikael rolled beneath his sister's weight. She'd caught him mid-pounce, hefty paws bringing down her brother just as he'd erupted from his hide to bring down their pied cousin. The siblings tussled in the grass, paws and hooves flailing amid shrieks of outrage and laughter.
Tick's own mirth burbled out in a hearty laugh. "Oh, well done!" She called out, breaking away from Keeper and Ryan to referee the impromptu wrestling match. Mikael had developed a tendency to bite harder than was strictly necessary, perhaps making up for his blunted teeth. As if that made it not hurt.
@[keeper] @[Ryan]
A good one, but odd.
Tick smiled at the children's antics, her spring-molting shoulder comfortably being itched by Keeper's gentle gnawing. She'd emerged with the new year's sun, leggy filly in tow. Her own Mikael had bounded with joy at the introduction of his half sister, and Tick had crooned and crowed at the beautiful lass her sweet Keeper had given them.
They'd held on to bright, warm days of springtime. Easy, hopeful days that the roan mare never wanted to see the end of. Land knew there had been enough strife in the world, enough grief and pain to last many lifetimes. She knew her blessings when she saw them, and leaned easily into the embrace of her loved ones. Her inky tail swayed idly in the sunshine as the trio of adults watched the youngster's play.
One by one the pieces of the game moved.
Tick's mischief-loving heart laughed to see her son prowl so carefully towards his elder cousin. Young Noma was such a sweet soul, ever patient with the two foals and their never ending energy. There was another player in this game, however, and it took following Ryan's line of sight to notice her. Fiadh. Clever girl, so alike Mikael in looks and as daring as they came. Today her figure borrowed its predatory likeness, a shape Tick had no name for but what was clearly somewhere between Keeper and Ryan's shifted shapes.
It was a struggle to hold back her snort of amusement when she saw the girl's focus was not on the unwitting Noma, but on her own sneaking son. Inch by inch they moved, Fee carefully angling herself to intercept her brother. It was a slow motion dance, until it wasn't.
"ARGGGGG!"
The snail's paced race came to an explosive conclusion when colt and filly leapt, one just behind the other. A hair too slow, Mikael rolled beneath his sister's weight. She'd caught him mid-pounce, hefty paws bringing down her brother just as he'd erupted from his hide to bring down their pied cousin. The siblings tussled in the grass, paws and hooves flailing amid shrieks of outrage and laughter.
Tick's own mirth burbled out in a hearty laugh. "Oh, well done!" She called out, breaking away from Keeper and Ryan to referee the impromptu wrestling match. Mikael had developed a tendency to bite harder than was strictly necessary, perhaps making up for his blunted teeth. As if that made it not hurt.
@[keeper] @[Ryan]