02-12-2018, 08:32 PM
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W ishbone decides she likes this fox-girl very much. Tephra holds quite a few interestingly-gifted members — her own father has wings, some of them can heal with fire, her playmates’ father can shift into a blue wolf — but none of them are as cool as this girl. “I love your tail!” They are similar creatures, practically vibrating with energy and dancing around each other to the song of Mother Earth.By this time, Wound has reached the pair. She’s about to scold Wishbone before carefully asking about the fox-girl when she bounces forward with her own plethora of questions, tail whipping behind her. Although Siona’s mouth holds sharp canines, Wound is not concerned with either her personal or her daughter’s safety. “I’ll be able to help you.” The silver bay’s smile is warm. Wishbone quickly scrambles in front of her mother, sunset eyes wild with excitement at finding a new friend in a new place. “This is my mom and her name is Wound! You’re in the Field.” The mahogany girl beams with pride at explaining the situation, and Wound gently touches her daughter’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her. It works, as it always does, when she pushes a soft breath of air across the slope of Wishbone’s shoulder and along her slender neck. The girl settles down alongside her mother, tangled knots of her growing forelock dancing along her forehead. “Are you looking for a home, Siona?” Wound’s eyes are pleasant — they are the eyes of a mother — as she looks down at the girl, curious to her answer. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[siona]