06-03-2018, 06:33 PM
And if the stars aligned, would it be you and I?
Ketzia
It was comforting to be so close to her sister. The familiar scent of the younger filly’s coat brought a wash of relaxation throughout the soft of her body, a momentary distraction to the aching pain in her belly. Kove was smaller than she was and Ketzia felt a sudden urge to protect her little sister. She remembered the closeness of their time spent alone inside of their mother. As they had grown, Ketzia had taken the majority of the space allotted to them leaving Kove with very little wiggle room. Theirs had been small, unnaturally so and, as they were battered about, it was often times difficult to hang on.
Slowly her vision began to clear and the colors belonging to their new world painted themselves upon their surrounding fixtures. Lavender laced eyes darted around her, confused and amazed by the sights and sound that accosted her senses. Before them, the two figures she recognized as her parents stared at each other, but not in a way that she would have expected them too. Her mother’s face was pinched and hash, her eyes keeping themselves locked upon Papa. It confused her. She wanted to be close to her, to feel the affection of her touch once more. The little filly peeled herself away from Kove and took a tentative step forward. Her nose extended she sniffed the hot air.
“Mama?”
Slowly her vision began to clear and the colors belonging to their new world painted themselves upon their surrounding fixtures. Lavender laced eyes darted around her, confused and amazed by the sights and sound that accosted her senses. Before them, the two figures she recognized as her parents stared at each other, but not in a way that she would have expected them too. Her mother’s face was pinched and hash, her eyes keeping themselves locked upon Papa. It confused her. She wanted to be close to her, to feel the affection of her touch once more. The little filly peeled herself away from Kove and took a tentative step forward. Her nose extended she sniffed the hot air.
“Mama?”
Or would you bid me a celestial goodbye?