Ygritte
07-09-2016, 08:37 AM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The queen mare had recently been able to rise to her feet. The labor of her recent child, Marlyn, had weakened her to the state of extended bed rest. But perhaps summer had coaxed her to her feet, the small spotted foal was also relentless in getting up and moving, Her tiny body could not be sat still and poor Ygritte was finding herself in distress about constantly corralling the child.
A few weeks had passed since Ygritte had bedded down to birth Marlyn so when she sees the familiar face of Blazed, a smile is creasing her pink tinted lips before a small call is sent forth. The spotted child at her side is bubbling with curiosity and questions but she shies to her mother as they approach the mare and the older girl. "Blazed, good to see you friend." Her tones are low but a bit labored as her strength is still returning. A warm glint is reflected in her eyes as her gaze is met by Mandalocks. "How are you both?" The inquiry is genuine and compassionate as little Marlyn peeks her tiny face from behind Ygritte, splitting the salmon hued tail with her head and peeking around from the bay quarters.
"Marlyn, come say hello, sweet one." The soft tones coax the girl towards them, creeping under her mother's barrel and between her front limbs to stand at Ygritte's breast before looking towards the unknown faces. The spotted princess gives a tiny smile as she is unsure what to do (being only a few days old after all).
A few weeks had passed since Ygritte had bedded down to birth Marlyn so when she sees the familiar face of Blazed, a smile is creasing her pink tinted lips before a small call is sent forth. The spotted child at her side is bubbling with curiosity and questions but she shies to her mother as they approach the mare and the older girl. "Blazed, good to see you friend." Her tones are low but a bit labored as her strength is still returning. A warm glint is reflected in her eyes as her gaze is met by Mandalocks. "How are you both?" The inquiry is genuine and compassionate as little Marlyn peeks her tiny face from behind Ygritte, splitting the salmon hued tail with her head and peeking around from the bay quarters.
"Marlyn, come say hello, sweet one." The soft tones coax the girl towards them, creeping under her mother's barrel and between her front limbs to stand at Ygritte's breast before looking towards the unknown faces. The spotted princess gives a tiny smile as she is unsure what to do (being only a few days old after all).
Ygritte.