09-06-2016, 04:56 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Reagan’s mind settled as she looked up from her lunch to realize that there was a very special little girl bounding off, under the loving watchful eye of her father. Sahm was always watching—and so was Newton, to be fair—but under the tutelage of Reagan, there seemed to be a camaraderie between them that allowed her the exclusive right to approach the precious Elora without fear of retribution from her overprotective fathers. She smiled and bounded up—much like a newborn filly herself—and got down on the ground so that she was not much taller than the little girl.
She smiled, her green eyes painted on little Elora, while picking daisies up with her teeth, winding them around into a little flower crown. Placing them gingerly upon the little girl’s head, she army crawls close to Elora until their noses touch, and then she smiles again.
“Boop.