06-05-2016, 07:28 AM
For days he's lingered in the shadows of the Den, just watching. Some faeries cast suspicious looks, but none chase him off. He's not here to steal or harm, he muses, so they must know that and so they leave him be while he watches. Children are matched with new mothers and shuffled off, some are simply fed and coddled, cleaned and played with until they're napping happily in the Spring sunlight. Upon inspection though, one child stands off to the side, the faeries pay her no mind and so she blends with the wild flowers around her.
Hm, he thinks. What a curious little one, the voice in his head mumbles.
He blows a loud snort and props his head upright, ears string forward and his forelock cast off to the side to reveal his right eye. He's far enough away for her to turn heel and scamper off if she wants nothing to do with him. Surely she could come off the edges and go where the faeries buzz with care, in the center of the Dens. He watches carefully before taking a few steps forward, his ghostly white patches make him easy to see, and his speckles move like stars under flowing clouds while he takes those few steps. He waits for her potential retreat, stopping some ten feet or so away to peer curiously and offer another low call (snort or whicker, something small).
“If you're in need of a home, a mother, a herd – I've room for you, flowery girl.” She looked hardened by life already, even as young as she is. Even as he offers he thinks maybe she's passed the need of a mother, forced to be a mare-child sooner than she should, perhaps. Her lavender hints remind him of the shade purple of flowers, especially the one that covers the ground of the groves in Volcanic Village in the Spring.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Helleborn]
So he's awkward with kids, but you get the idea xD
