11-29-2016, 07:12 PM
Everything had been perfect. Life had been perfect.
It had been just the two of them - Eri and mommy - but the two of them had been all she’d needed. They’d spent their days exploring, and their nights snuggled up to each other’s sides. Everything had been wonderful.
Until the morning she’d woken up, and had been gone. She’d looked for her, had searched and searched until she’d collapsed from exhaustion. And she hadn’t been able to find a single sign.
So she’d continued to wander, trying to seek out even the slightest trace of her mommy’s scent. And wandered … and wandered … until she’d come across this little quiet hollow and its fairy. The fairy had welcomed her, had ushered her in, and while she had agreed to stay (what else can she do?), her heart still pines for her mother, wherever she is.
On this particular day she’s staying near the hollow’s entrance, lingering in the vain hope that her mother will come to look for her. She’s had no luck so far, in fact, no one has come to the den … besides another pair of foals that she’s avoided.
But, on this day, she hears something. There’s a rustling in the bushes near the entrance, and her little blue head pops up in excitement. “Mommy! Is that you?”
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ooc: Blaaargh, first post as her.
It had been just the two of them - Eri and mommy - but the two of them had been all she’d needed. They’d spent their days exploring, and their nights snuggled up to each other’s sides. Everything had been wonderful.
Until the morning she’d woken up, and had been gone. She’d looked for her, had searched and searched until she’d collapsed from exhaustion. And she hadn’t been able to find a single sign.
So she’d continued to wander, trying to seek out even the slightest trace of her mommy’s scent. And wandered … and wandered … until she’d come across this little quiet hollow and its fairy. The fairy had welcomed her, had ushered her in, and while she had agreed to stay (what else can she do?), her heart still pines for her mother, wherever she is.
On this particular day she’s staying near the hollow’s entrance, lingering in the vain hope that her mother will come to look for her. She’s had no luck so far, in fact, no one has come to the den … besides another pair of foals that she’s avoided.
But, on this day, she hears something. There’s a rustling in the bushes near the entrance, and her little blue head pops up in excitement. “Mommy! Is that you?”
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ooc: Blaaargh, first post as her.