09-14-2016, 10:17 AM
Mother said she was weak. That she couldn't handle what's gifted to her. Perhaps it was how she cried, when she held her gift momentarily. How every emotion was channeled through every bone in her body spiraling towards her head. As she expelled that first cry in distress. How her own mother disdainfully stared at her, in mere disbelief before abandoning her own child.
So there she remained. Until today.
It wasn't uncommonl to see many children wandering about the den, for many parents abandoned them here. But to see such a group of foals was quite peculiar. Many of the other children remained away from each other allowing pitiful bleats to be emitted from their lips, awaiting for their lucky day. For their new mothers and fathers.
In truth, Heda doesn't want a new mother. She has already suffered enough heartbreak from that alone, so the little girl ad been waiting in a sense. For something or somewhere where she could lose herself. rather than kindle in the flames of hatred and greed that hailed from every equine within Beqanna. Except for them.
She is cautious to enter the group, as her petite navy blue pistons driver her forwards. She over hears them and their plan, a home without parents count her in. Blue tinged wings flutter at her sides for a sense of warmth and assurance and even a touch of confidence since she has little of it. "Hi there. I'm Heda." She interjects allowing a honey sweet smile to tug at the corners of her lips. "Mind if I jump in on this idea of yours?" Her vocals are a bit deep laced with a roughness and a feeling of hope. As her hazel optics meet with each of them.
So there she remained. Until today.
It wasn't uncommonl to see many children wandering about the den, for many parents abandoned them here. But to see such a group of foals was quite peculiar. Many of the other children remained away from each other allowing pitiful bleats to be emitted from their lips, awaiting for their lucky day. For their new mothers and fathers.
In truth, Heda doesn't want a new mother. She has already suffered enough heartbreak from that alone, so the little girl ad been waiting in a sense. For something or somewhere where she could lose herself. rather than kindle in the flames of hatred and greed that hailed from every equine within Beqanna. Except for them.
She is cautious to enter the group, as her petite navy blue pistons driver her forwards. She over hears them and their plan, a home without parents count her in. Blue tinged wings flutter at her sides for a sense of warmth and assurance and even a touch of confidence since she has little of it. "Hi there. I'm Heda." She interjects allowing a honey sweet smile to tug at the corners of her lips. "Mind if I jump in on this idea of yours?" Her vocals are a bit deep laced with a roughness and a feeling of hope. As her hazel optics meet with each of them.
HEDA
Go right ahead, laugh at the girl who loved too easily
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