11-01-2017, 08:25 AM
Kahvi
Differences make good sparks.
A pair of pale eyes closely follow the minimal grullo tobiano girl’s movements. She hadn’t been in Nerine very long – she was only a newborn after all – but right from the start the other girl had caught her attention. And from that moment on Kahvi had decided that she wanted to be just like Starlin.
Though born in Beqanna, her linage is unknown. It had been Nayl who found her in Nerine and she was the only motherly figure the navy blue filly knew. No linage to boost with, though already starting to become part of a different family. And hopefully be part of a circle of friends too.
The only reason why she was able to keep up with Starlin, during the hike from Nerine to the Field, is because of the low pace. Her short legs are only just able to keep up: Kahvi is barely in shape to make such trip. The icy wind ruffles her transparent wings, but the cold doesn’t bother her.
From a slight distance she watches Starlin approach a pale golden mare and she cannot help herself but to wonder who this was, and why Starlin had left Nerine in the first place. Due to her curiosity – that and her adoration of Starlin – Kahvi had followed her, not sure if she was even allowed to. Not wanting to get send back, she lingers behind.
Only a child would think that pretending to not be there or someone else would work, Kahvi moves closer. Her head dips towards the grass, like she’s paying close attention to something in particular, but her ear is focussed on Starlin and the stranger. She’s trying to overhear their conversation, so she would be able to see and learn more of Starlin.
And imitate it. After all, the young filly is sure that it’s the right example to follow.
Though born in Beqanna, her linage is unknown. It had been Nayl who found her in Nerine and she was the only motherly figure the navy blue filly knew. No linage to boost with, though already starting to become part of a different family. And hopefully be part of a circle of friends too.
The only reason why she was able to keep up with Starlin, during the hike from Nerine to the Field, is because of the low pace. Her short legs are only just able to keep up: Kahvi is barely in shape to make such trip. The icy wind ruffles her transparent wings, but the cold doesn’t bother her.
From a slight distance she watches Starlin approach a pale golden mare and she cannot help herself but to wonder who this was, and why Starlin had left Nerine in the first place. Due to her curiosity – that and her adoration of Starlin – Kahvi had followed her, not sure if she was even allowed to. Not wanting to get send back, she lingers behind.
Only a child would think that pretending to not be there or someone else would work, Kahvi moves closer. Her head dips towards the grass, like she’s paying close attention to something in particular, but her ear is focussed on Starlin and the stranger. She’s trying to overhear their conversation, so she would be able to see and learn more of Starlin.
And imitate it. After all, the young filly is sure that it’s the right example to follow.