05-26-2018, 12:10 PM
Sibyl is gloriously oblivious to anything but happiness. She takes her father at his word, accepting his warm greeting without a second thought or deeper look. He wuffs her scent, and the midnight and moonlight filly laughs when his breath tickles her ears.
"Yes, Papa!" she says in response to his question; she was pretty sure it was true. The only thing she knew about misbehaving was that her mother liked to sigh big, heavy sighs when she did something which may fall under that description, and she couldn't remember her mother sighing this morning.
That same woman is finally catching up, and Sibyl rears up as she sees her father's attentions sifting. Her spindly front legs dancing in the air by his shoulder before two delicate, cream hooves alight on his shoulder. With blue-black lips, she reaches for a feather half-hidden in the tangle of his dark mane. "Take me to the ocean, Papa! Can we go now?"
Tangerine greets Warrick with a deep nicker, but her friendly repark dies on her lips. She senses that something is not right at once, and with a tightening in her gut she wonders what she has missed. But whatever it is can not dampen Warrick's fondness for his youngest daughter, and she watches with a wavering smile as he suppresses his troubles for Sibyl's sake.
"Lead the way, Sibly." Tangerine asks with a gentle nudge to her daughter's shoulder. The girl consents, returning all four of her hooves to the earth before bolting in the direction of the beach. Tangerine takes this opportunity to press a soft kiss to the corner of Warrick's muzzle, reaching with her mind for any hint of what may be wrong. But that was not the way her peculiar foresight worked, and her amber eyes resort to searching his.
"What has happened?" The painted mare ask softly as their daughter callops out of range. Her heart beats a little faster as the thinks of Svedk, Solace, and even Wishbone.
Sibly had assumed that they would follow in her gleeful gallop, but as her long strides were not echoed by those of her parents she halts. Starting to feel like she had been tricked, she wheels around and scrambles to the top of a grassy knoll. "Com'on guys!" she yells to the two sedentary forms with a stamp of her hoof.
"Yes, Papa!" she says in response to his question; she was pretty sure it was true. The only thing she knew about misbehaving was that her mother liked to sigh big, heavy sighs when she did something which may fall under that description, and she couldn't remember her mother sighing this morning.
That same woman is finally catching up, and Sibyl rears up as she sees her father's attentions sifting. Her spindly front legs dancing in the air by his shoulder before two delicate, cream hooves alight on his shoulder. With blue-black lips, she reaches for a feather half-hidden in the tangle of his dark mane. "Take me to the ocean, Papa! Can we go now?"
Tangerine greets Warrick with a deep nicker, but her friendly repark dies on her lips. She senses that something is not right at once, and with a tightening in her gut she wonders what she has missed. But whatever it is can not dampen Warrick's fondness for his youngest daughter, and she watches with a wavering smile as he suppresses his troubles for Sibyl's sake.
"Lead the way, Sibly." Tangerine asks with a gentle nudge to her daughter's shoulder. The girl consents, returning all four of her hooves to the earth before bolting in the direction of the beach. Tangerine takes this opportunity to press a soft kiss to the corner of Warrick's muzzle, reaching with her mind for any hint of what may be wrong. But that was not the way her peculiar foresight worked, and her amber eyes resort to searching his.
"What has happened?" The painted mare ask softly as their daughter callops out of range. Her heart beats a little faster as the thinks of Svedk, Solace, and even Wishbone.
Sibly had assumed that they would follow in her gleeful gallop, but as her long strides were not echoed by those of her parents she halts. Starting to feel like she had been tricked, she wheels around and scrambles to the top of a grassy knoll. "Com'on guys!" she yells to the two sedentary forms with a stamp of her hoof.