11-04-2024, 09:30 PM
As Wynter’s eyes widen, Myrna’s own grey-blue gaze softens even as her friendly smile remains the same. Fear keeps the young alive; the palomino mare has no doubt that the child’s confidence will grow as she does.
“I can be a bit much,” Myrna responds lightly, tilting her head in a way that highlights the crown of flowers and the pair of curved, glowing opalescent horns that support it, each ending sharp and dangerous looking point. Myrna’s charming smile and mannerism are enough to detract from the danger of them to most she encounters, but the young filly is wise to be wary, especially if she is trusting her past experience.
There’s wariness in Cascadia’s tone as well, Myrna hears, flicking her golden ears back toward the mother as she speaks. How deep is the river, she asks, and Myrna glances back toward Wynter.
“May just up to her knees in the deepest parts, at least this time of year. Once the spring thaw comes through though, only the bravest and the fish can swim across.” Cascadia is right to trust that she would not endanger the child, or even the child’s mother. Company is rare enough that she treasures it, and she is doubly invested for her own children’s sake; she is sure they will be elated at the thought of a playmate.
“We’ll probably arrive before nightfall,” Myrna says as she begins to head toward the River. “But if either of you get too tired and need a rest, I don’t mind keeping an eye out.”
“I can be a bit much,” Myrna responds lightly, tilting her head in a way that highlights the crown of flowers and the pair of curved, glowing opalescent horns that support it, each ending sharp and dangerous looking point. Myrna’s charming smile and mannerism are enough to detract from the danger of them to most she encounters, but the young filly is wise to be wary, especially if she is trusting her past experience.
There’s wariness in Cascadia’s tone as well, Myrna hears, flicking her golden ears back toward the mother as she speaks. How deep is the river, she asks, and Myrna glances back toward Wynter.
“May just up to her knees in the deepest parts, at least this time of year. Once the spring thaw comes through though, only the bravest and the fish can swim across.” Cascadia is right to trust that she would not endanger the child, or even the child’s mother. Company is rare enough that she treasures it, and she is doubly invested for her own children’s sake; she is sure they will be elated at the thought of a playmate.
“We’ll probably arrive before nightfall,” Myrna says as she begins to head toward the River. “But if either of you get too tired and need a rest, I don’t mind keeping an eye out.”