10-10-2017, 03:46 PM
In the dark, her amethyst eyes seem nearly black. The look on her young face grows stern as the stranger scolds her - even her own mother didn't scold her. Luckily, before she can truly show her displeasure and ruin her chances of a tour, the scaled stallion says something else which makes her smile.
He asks about her mother and the concerns she hears sounds selfish. "Why? are you afraid I will have to make do with you as my mother?" A peal of laughter causes her chest to shake as she pictures the young man in front of her trying to be motherly.
In the back of her mind a little bell is ringing, warning her that he is dangerous, but she finds she is more intrigued than frightened. Her mother would turn and run, she thinks, but Celest held very little respect for her mother and that knowledge does nothing to spur her back to the safety of the shadows.
With a flick of her fluffy violet tail, she trots towards the cave he had alluded to, calling back over her two-tone shoulder to him.
"C'mon mamma! Or you will miss the bats." Another laugh, and a buck for good measure.
He asks about her mother and the concerns she hears sounds selfish. "Why? are you afraid I will have to make do with you as my mother?" A peal of laughter causes her chest to shake as she pictures the young man in front of her trying to be motherly.
In the back of her mind a little bell is ringing, warning her that he is dangerous, but she finds she is more intrigued than frightened. Her mother would turn and run, she thinks, but Celest held very little respect for her mother and that knowledge does nothing to spur her back to the safety of the shadows.
With a flick of her fluffy violet tail, she trots towards the cave he had alluded to, calling back over her two-tone shoulder to him.
"C'mon mamma! Or you will miss the bats." Another laugh, and a buck for good measure.
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