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Looking up, as she nearly always is, it is easy to get distracted with what is all above her. The trees tower above her- above all their visitors really, but especially her. They are like skyscrapers, but more like their own beings, with their arms stretched out wide to the sky. Their trunks are wider than she is long, though in varying widths, and as she looks, they seem to go on and on. The forest is a community, with all their arms and fingers intertwined to create this shadowy shelter.
Smidge decides she feels comfortable here among them, under their love and protection. And clearly her new companion does too, with the way she has found the lady hiding- clinging almost. She wonders though, why the other feels the need to hide at all, and so she asks. Smidge herself feels perfectly safe here, although she can't remember a time she has truly felt fear or danger. Well, anyway. She looks up at the larger body, gray like her but more white, with her silvery eyes wide as they locked on her approach. She smiles big and bright up at her, especially as she watches some of the tension slowly leave the mare's body. Smidgen is nothing to be scared of, she doesn't think. She's only a very small girl.
The pale lady speaks to her a moment or two after she had asked her question, but instead of an answer, she has a question of her own. "Are you truly a child? You look much too young to be about on your own." Smidge tilts her tiny head at the bewilderment in her tone, her face is soft and fuzzy and the bone structure is very fine. She has never thought about it before really, her being alone. She is, most of the time, but not always.
When she was smaller, she had the fairies. As she grew, she had begun to wander more, meeting a few others along the way. And then she had met Weir! And he said he would be close, whatever that meant. But before the girl has a chance to answer, the taller lady is looking all around as though she has heard something and is all afright again. So Smidge looks too, craning her neck to see what she might see, but all she can see is trees and brush.
She hears birds and squirrels, and then sees where one is chasing the other in a small distance from them, chattering something fierce. The display is more amusing than anything though, certainly not enough to cause her friend to stir. Clearly, she must have realized that, because she seems to settle down again as she returns her attention to only ask another question about what she is.
This time, the filly giggles, the sound melodious and feminine. Looking back up with her leaked blue eyes bright and a touch concerned, she rolls her little shoulders. "I'm just a Smidgen." She smiles when she says her name, but then glances around and ducks her head a little before she whispers. "Am a faiwy child, though, but dat's a secwet. Don't tell nobody." She wants to snicker, but she stifles it. Although she can't hide her crooked grin at telling the blanched lady her 'secret'. She had told Mister Weirry man the same thing, but this new friend had guessed it herself. "But um.. Ret- retweeve you fum what?" Smidge can't help but ask. She still just can't understand what the pretty white-haired lady had to be afraid of.
Smidgen!
small in stature, not heart