i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
The tiny girl likes making the big stallion smile. She knows this much for sure. The small head turns to see that of another stallion nearing the pair. Little limbs pivot the stubby frame as she listens to his words, not quite understanding what he meant but not really listening either. The spots on his coat were fascinating. "Ooo!" The delighted voice pipes as she nears Demian, eyes wide and big. The tiny muzzle reaches out to give his elbow a little bit of a nibble. "You taste like sunshine, Deminin." Sunshine pretty much equaled to good since sunshine is good and Maribel likes it...she's still working on her words too. Forgive her. Upon unsteady legs does the child attempt to rear up once she has noticed the wings on his back. How neat! Maribel firmly (and rudely) plants her fore hooves against the side of Demian to get a better look.
The small head swivels back to Offspring, giving him the biggest smile she can. She doesn't want him to leave her. She likes him and he tastes like starshine. Stars are pretty and twinkly. The petite crown looks back to Demian and her coat ripples to mimic the spotted male. A small giggle follows before she bounces back in a little skip to Offspring, little heels kicking out playfully as she pops like popcorn in a skillet. Maribel does not notice Demian is blind nor the fact he knew her name. When you are a child you take things at face value. Everyone in the world was your friend. All the trees and the butterflies and the flowers and the rocks and the bunnies...
Maribel finally gives a small shake and her skin fades away from the spotted form like a tiny Demian to her honey gold coat with the shockingly silver white hair. Big blue eyes look up at the tall, tall stallions, oblivious to the power they held. "Off-ping and Deminin. Deminin and Off-ping. Sunshine and starshine." The child sang as she bounces under the stallions in a playful weave.
Please stay and play wiff me, Off-ping and Deminin." Maribel stops to stand between the two, her voice shaking slightly with earnest desperation. The lovely cheer of her tiny voice now gone. The little girl did not want to be alone in the grass anymore. She likes her new friends, no matter how big or how spotted. If she could cling to both of them and wrap her little arms around their legs she would. The small chin trembles slightly and she runs to Offspring and rubs against his leg then does the same to Demian, her little heart pounding hard and fast in the small chest.
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