11-29-2016, 06:42 PM
The soft sound of approaching hooves reaches her ears, and her head lifts with a smile, expecting to see Weir. But the approaching stallion is not her love, and her smile falters for a moment before reforming. Even if it’s not Weir, it will be nice to finally meet another inhabitant of their new home.
The stallion swings wide, keeping a respectful distance, then stops and offers a nod in greeting. She returns the nod, still smiling. “Thank you.” She nudges at little Hope down at her feet. “This is Hope.” Her smile widens as she touches the soft baby fur. She and Weir have been so, so lucky. She turns her head to Taiga, pointing out the girl. “This is Taiga. And I am Eira.”
Taiga unfortunately takes this as permission. The young mare rushes forward, wings flapping in excitement. “Helloooooooo!” She prances up to the stallion, sniffing him in interest. “You smell like Tephra. Do you live here? What’s your name?”
“Taiga! Don’t crowd him!” Eira’s jaw sets as the chestnut mare shoots her a look, sighs, and returns to her mother’s side. Despite being two years old, Taiga can still be ridiculously immature at times, much to Eira’s frustration. She’d hoped that the girl would grow out of it … so far, no luck. But at least she’d been somewhat polite. “I’m sorry for my daughter’s … enthusiasm.”
The stallion swings wide, keeping a respectful distance, then stops and offers a nod in greeting. She returns the nod, still smiling. “Thank you.” She nudges at little Hope down at her feet. “This is Hope.” Her smile widens as she touches the soft baby fur. She and Weir have been so, so lucky. She turns her head to Taiga, pointing out the girl. “This is Taiga. And I am Eira.”
Taiga unfortunately takes this as permission. The young mare rushes forward, wings flapping in excitement. “Helloooooooo!” She prances up to the stallion, sniffing him in interest. “You smell like Tephra. Do you live here? What’s your name?”
“Taiga! Don’t crowd him!” Eira’s jaw sets as the chestnut mare shoots her a look, sighs, and returns to her mother’s side. Despite being two years old, Taiga can still be ridiculously immature at times, much to Eira’s frustration. She’d hoped that the girl would grow out of it … so far, no luck. But at least she’d been somewhat polite. “I’m sorry for my daughter’s … enthusiasm.”
EIRA
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