06-21-2018, 10:19 AM
Sibyl is elated that @[Wishbone] so readily joins her on her run, keeping close to her flank in a way which makes Sibyl feel like she really wants to be there... not like the older girl is being dragged along. With few playmates, the feeling is a relatively new one and it makes her feel very grown up and confident.
Wishbone reacts to her most prized possession in a way which pleases the girl, and she is glad she has shown it to someone who can appreciate the beautiful oddity. But soon she realizes there has been a small misunderstanding.
"Oh!," she says, a little embarrassed. "He already has a name."
But the moment of awkwardness passes in a blink, and she gets back to the business of making her wish. As Wishbone closes her eyes, Sibyl does the same. Her prayer is far less well formed - something about making friends and hoping Wishbone could stay the night.
Then Wishbone asks a question which the moonlight and midnight filly takes as a challenge. Her fluffy, short tail shots into the air as she takes several prancing steps towards the waves, but quickly she remembers herself and scurries back to the skull. With hooded eyes she bends low, the picture of a demure worshiper, and places a gentle kiss on the bride of his noes.
"Goodbye Kaiode, I'll visit tomorrow."
Then again she is off, and her head is filled with thoughts of warm, salty water and sea-foam. "Only a little!" she replies, looking up into the dark, world-wise face of her sister. "I'm not supposed to go out farther than I can touch."
Wishbone reacts to her most prized possession in a way which pleases the girl, and she is glad she has shown it to someone who can appreciate the beautiful oddity. But soon she realizes there has been a small misunderstanding.
"Oh!," she says, a little embarrassed. "He already has a name."
But the moment of awkwardness passes in a blink, and she gets back to the business of making her wish. As Wishbone closes her eyes, Sibyl does the same. Her prayer is far less well formed - something about making friends and hoping Wishbone could stay the night.
Then Wishbone asks a question which the moonlight and midnight filly takes as a challenge. Her fluffy, short tail shots into the air as she takes several prancing steps towards the waves, but quickly she remembers herself and scurries back to the skull. With hooded eyes she bends low, the picture of a demure worshiper, and places a gentle kiss on the bride of his noes.
"Goodbye Kaiode, I'll visit tomorrow."
Then again she is off, and her head is filled with thoughts of warm, salty water and sea-foam. "Only a little!" she replies, looking up into the dark, world-wise face of her sister. "I'm not supposed to go out farther than I can touch."