05-11-2015, 11:08 PM
Oh look, oh my star is fading
And then the roughness breaks, soothed by a male voice. She looks to him immediately, her kaleidoscope eyes gently curious. She stumbles toward him, distracted from the anger of the woman she vaguely recognizes as her mother. The man seems pleased with her eyes, and she gives him a gentle smile. Everything about her is gentle, sweet, kind – such a contrast to Scorch herself, such a contrast to the magician through whose meddling Wrynn herself had been made possible.
The voice coos to her, and she is transfixed. She smiles at him, a toothy, sweet grin, and giggles a little bit. "My-el-e" she tries to mimic his words, failing adorably and giggling as she does. With a filly's determination, she pushes herself up, starting to toddle over to him relatively unsteadily, but adorably. But before she gets very far, she remembers the angry one, and takes a few tentative steps to close the distance, intending to touch angry mare with her muzzle, hoping to calm the anger somewhat. She wants to know this new horse, this stallion, this one who seems calm and happy, but she has to make angry happy first.
"Sorry." she whispers, softly, close to Scorch's skin. She is not afraid, but she is terribly gentle. She knows only kindness, and how to be sweet. The world will teach her unkindness, but it hasn't quite yet.
And then she turns back to the stallion, her eyes shifting to match his eyes, pausing momentarily in their rainbow mood-ring effect. "Hello." she walks toward him, her eyes wide as she focuses on him. She pauses when she reaches him, touching him gently with her small nose. "But she's angry." the small girl explains, obviously referencing Scorch. "Can you fix?"
Because that's all she cares about, fixing the angry.
wrynn