09-06-2016, 12:02 PM
The black and yellow filly watches them with unreadable, golden eyes. She’s not entirely sure how to take these horses, these horses that weren’t Mama and weren’t Ali. They seemed friendly enough, and her mama didn’t seem to see them as a threat like she had seen the big mean snarly-things, so she decides that maybe they are okay.
She looks back up to her white and golden mother a little apprehensively, and then to her sister, to see how she is reacting to this all. Of course, up on the Mountain, there had been other foals but they had been bigger and they weren’t quite so… icy.
”Her legs, mama.” she says insistently to her mama, looking at the frozen ends of the other filly’s legs. ”What happened to her legs? Is she broken?” she looks at the other filly almost pityingly, and then back to her twin, and rubbed her nose on blue shoulder. ”We’re not broken, see.” she held out a leg and shook it. She didn’t feel broken, anyway. Maybe she was, though, she just couldn’t see it for herself just yet.
She looks back up to her white and golden mother a little apprehensively, and then to her sister, to see how she is reacting to this all. Of course, up on the Mountain, there had been other foals but they had been bigger and they weren’t quite so… icy.
”Her legs, mama.” she says insistently to her mama, looking at the frozen ends of the other filly’s legs. ”What happened to her legs? Is she broken?” she looks at the other filly almost pityingly, and then back to her twin, and rubbed her nose on blue shoulder. ”We’re not broken, see.” she held out a leg and shook it. She didn’t feel broken, anyway. Maybe she was, though, she just couldn’t see it for herself just yet.
:| She's not very nice.