05-14-2016, 09:14 PM
Mom was waiting for someone. She calls for them and waits ever so patiently. I was leaning just about my whole body against her. I was tired, my eyes were starting to get really heavy. Finally, I just fold my body up, laying at her hooves. I start out curled up but then I shift so I am sprawled out on the ground, my back brushing against her left front hoof. My face is faced in the direction we were looking and I blink against the heaviness of my eyes.
I want to see who answers mom's call, but I'm dozing off. It's a losing battle really. I closed my eyes. I'm not sure for how long I start to sleep before I feel the cold wind against my face and my body. I jerk up, blinking as I look that these white things flying around me.
I lurch to my feet, curious about them and my sleep forgotten about. I step closer to this whirlwind of snow and when it solidifies into a horse I still. But he's speaking to momma as if he knows her and so I am content with the nice sounds in his voice. He doesn't seem mean or hostile. "Momma, who's this?" I say once he was done and then he is asking me about my wings.
"Not really..?" I stretch them out, peering at them. But I remember what he said before.
"Thank you! I haven't learned to use them yet but I will! I think I should probably grow a little bigger first before I do, don't you think? Or do you think I can try to fly with them now?" My smile stretches across my face and I step forward to inhale his scent.
My ears flicker with his name and I label him as friend in my mind. "I imagine that they might be heavy if they got wet...I don't know though." And then I turn back to my mom, dark eyes flashing with curiosity. "Mom do you know anyone with wings that could teach me?" I certainly seemed talkative right now, but I was really excited to not be by myself. After all the faeries had so many other babies that it was sometimes hard. They would play with you when they could but if someone else needed fed or watched over play time would have to wait.
I knew I had been lucky. My birth day had been full of amazing things. I had lost a mom, found a mom, and found a home.
I want to see who answers mom's call, but I'm dozing off. It's a losing battle really. I closed my eyes. I'm not sure for how long I start to sleep before I feel the cold wind against my face and my body. I jerk up, blinking as I look that these white things flying around me.
I lurch to my feet, curious about them and my sleep forgotten about. I step closer to this whirlwind of snow and when it solidifies into a horse I still. But he's speaking to momma as if he knows her and so I am content with the nice sounds in his voice. He doesn't seem mean or hostile. "Momma, who's this?" I say once he was done and then he is asking me about my wings.
"Not really..?" I stretch them out, peering at them. But I remember what he said before.
"Thank you! I haven't learned to use them yet but I will! I think I should probably grow a little bigger first before I do, don't you think? Or do you think I can try to fly with them now?" My smile stretches across my face and I step forward to inhale his scent.
My ears flicker with his name and I label him as friend in my mind. "I imagine that they might be heavy if they got wet...I don't know though." And then I turn back to my mom, dark eyes flashing with curiosity. "Mom do you know anyone with wings that could teach me?" I certainly seemed talkative right now, but I was really excited to not be by myself. After all the faeries had so many other babies that it was sometimes hard. They would play with you when they could but if someone else needed fed or watched over play time would have to wait.
I knew I had been lucky. My birth day had been full of amazing things. I had lost a mom, found a mom, and found a home.
Graeme
Sorry she couldn't wait. She saw Weir's post and had to post RIGHTNOW.