05-23-2018, 01:38 PM
Kyveli
The dark purple girl is as satisfied as she'd always been - that is until she has a little weird, rumbling sound coming from her stomach, and a kind of aching that is near to pain - discomforted, she makes a face and, instinctively tries to move about now that her mother has done cleaning her.
As she pulls out a shaky foreleg from under her purple body, she makes a soft 'ooh' sound, seeing that the bottom half of it is the same colour as her mother. She waves it at her, completely forgotten that she was to stand on it, as if to show 'see! I'm like you!' but this act makes her roll over on her back.
Doing so, she understands why her mother doesn't pay so much attention to the colour match - someone's coming! He's huuuge (from her position on the ground that is), and she awes at him almost as much as she had at her mother; but this one doesn't lick her clean or cuddle her, this one is not where she came from, this one was not her world. In fact, he takes the attention of her world away, and for that, she dislikes him at the moment.
She eyes the two adults, unaware of whatever conversation they have, not understanding the words. But then he says her name, Kyveli, and her dark purple eartips swivel to catch the sound. So different from mother's! And then something else, similar to her own name, but he doesn't look at the amethyst baby then. Kylin. Is that the word for her world? She blinks, but seeing that the mare and stallion are both standing, the filly finally attempts what she was supposed to do some time ago now, before rolling over - folds her legs under herself and wobbly makes for a stand; she falls but, very conveniently, into Kylin's side, so she doesn't really drop back to the rock floor any more.
It doesn't help - the talking stranger is still huge, and by now he's also taking up the other side of her mother's by hugging her! If she knew what to call the feeling, it would be jealousy, but for now, she settles with a wide-eyed glare.
As she pulls out a shaky foreleg from under her purple body, she makes a soft 'ooh' sound, seeing that the bottom half of it is the same colour as her mother. She waves it at her, completely forgotten that she was to stand on it, as if to show 'see! I'm like you!' but this act makes her roll over on her back.
Doing so, she understands why her mother doesn't pay so much attention to the colour match - someone's coming! He's huuuge (from her position on the ground that is), and she awes at him almost as much as she had at her mother; but this one doesn't lick her clean or cuddle her, this one is not where she came from, this one was not her world. In fact, he takes the attention of her world away, and for that, she dislikes him at the moment.
She eyes the two adults, unaware of whatever conversation they have, not understanding the words. But then he says her name, Kyveli, and her dark purple eartips swivel to catch the sound. So different from mother's! And then something else, similar to her own name, but he doesn't look at the amethyst baby then. Kylin. Is that the word for her world? She blinks, but seeing that the mare and stallion are both standing, the filly finally attempts what she was supposed to do some time ago now, before rolling over - folds her legs under herself and wobbly makes for a stand; she falls but, very conveniently, into Kylin's side, so she doesn't really drop back to the rock floor any more.
It doesn't help - the talking stranger is still huge, and by now he's also taking up the other side of her mother's by hugging her! If she knew what to call the feeling, it would be jealousy, but for now, she settles with a wide-eyed glare.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing
in the purple rain
in the purple rain
@[Kylin] @[Klaudius]