xiah
Ever since that fateful day when Daddy warmed the cave for Xiah, the Tundra has metaphorically warmed up for her. Instead of shying from the snow drifts which loom atop her delicate head or skirting around the foxes’ burrowing grounds, Xiah has taken the Tundra by storm. Or shall I say, by flight. Her power has not quite been perfected; yes, she often limps when forced to walk. But it’s a happy limp! With a knowing little smile and a toss of her freshly horned head, she relieves her legs of their duty and takes to flight. Or shall I say, extended hops.
No matter.
Mother has become noticeably fatter during these times, a fact which Xiah pondered and often questioned aloud. Lea certainly did not get a respite from the pesky children, but for all her peskiness, the little black is ever cuter.
Having learned Mother’s diagnosis through incessant pestering (pregnancy; yucky!), Xiah now zooms unsteadily towards the cave. Mother said it would be some time soon, her sibling’s arrival that is. Whatever that meant. Besides being utterly clueless in almost every way, Xiah finds herself highly excited. Clipping her hoof on a tall rock, the tiny unicorn relinquishes her telekinesis and ecstatically stumbles the rest of the way to the cave.
”Kida! That’s a nice name.” Xiah exclaims the moment she sets eyes on her little family (in her perception, that is). Trotting forward lamely, the yearling finds herself staring down at her sister. She decides that being taller than someone is weird. Tilting her head, the small girl investigates the puddle of pony. “I’m Xiah, your sister,” She explains helpfully to the sleepy filly. “This is Mother. Daddy should be along soon.” With a firm nod, Xiah swivels to stand guard over her sister, determined to protect her until Daddy came to say hello.
And, of course, she completely misses the fact that Kida is a cyclops. Go figure.
You won't have any friends, and I'll live in a room
With flowers on the walls, and golden doorknobs