05-21-2018, 01:46 PM
On lanky legs, the navy and white filly moves at a speed which makes her mother nervous. The soft earth and lush grasses of her home have softened all her falls thus far, and Sibyl doesn't see any restrain her excitement.
"Mama, This way!" Warrick's daughter calls breathlessly, as she picks up a wobbly canter. Soon, her mother is far behind her, but she can not bring herself to wait.
"Faster, Mama!" The little filly pleads as she runs, yelling over her shoulder to make sure her point is not lost on the wind. But as she catches sight of Tangerine trotting (annoyingly slowly) along behind her, she decided that it doesn't really matter if her mother manages to keep up or not.
Sibyl knew where she was going.
With a rebellious toss of her tiny skull, the Overseer's daughter leaves her mother behind, and it isn't long before she sees the object of her search right where she knew she would find him. Sibyl isn't old enough to suspect that the way she simply knows things is unusual, or that she is the only one who so vividly sees stories in the stars.
"Papa!" she squeals with joy as the dark figure becomes recognizable. Lengthening her stride, Sibyl gallops over the final stretch of grassland between them, before sliding to a halt a few paces further than she meant to. Turning back, she closes the gap between them with a bound, placing herself at his elbow. "Found you," she says through her haphazard smile, her eyes full of laughter and adoration.
"Mama, This way!" Warrick's daughter calls breathlessly, as she picks up a wobbly canter. Soon, her mother is far behind her, but she can not bring herself to wait.
"Faster, Mama!" The little filly pleads as she runs, yelling over her shoulder to make sure her point is not lost on the wind. But as she catches sight of Tangerine trotting (annoyingly slowly) along behind her, she decided that it doesn't really matter if her mother manages to keep up or not.
Sibyl knew where she was going.
With a rebellious toss of her tiny skull, the Overseer's daughter leaves her mother behind, and it isn't long before she sees the object of her search right where she knew she would find him. Sibyl isn't old enough to suspect that the way she simply knows things is unusual, or that she is the only one who so vividly sees stories in the stars.
"Papa!" she squeals with joy as the dark figure becomes recognizable. Lengthening her stride, Sibyl gallops over the final stretch of grassland between them, before sliding to a halt a few paces further than she meant to. Turning back, she closes the gap between them with a bound, placing herself at his elbow. "Found you," she says through her haphazard smile, her eyes full of laughter and adoration.