08-26-2018, 06:08 AM
Kyveli
The product of the union Mosrael remembers has nothing to do with her father whatsover. She remembers some silvery eyes on a lavender background and maybe he had wings, but, if someone had told her that it was lavender fish fins like her mother, she would not be able to object.
The amethyst filly spends her time dancing on the waves between and around the islands, having way too much fun looking through the see-through surface to see little fish and crabs and other creatures swim and crawls beneath her, or race the dancing waves to the shore. She’d already gone around the island and discovered another cove where one other distant family lives, also tied to the sea and islands but not to the stallions on the big island. Actually, she never met the big herd of testosterone, because they did not all come to the beach or the westernmost island.
But today at the beach was a mare with purple spots, and two fillies, one of her own age who was also marked with purple, and one distinctly different, younger and black and white, but they moved around like she and Pria often did. Like sisters.
From her position on the waves, she spotted them, and without hesitation followed the waves towards the beach with a bright smile. ”Hello! I’m Kyvi, who are you?! Can I play? Can I fetch ny sister too?” she asks the older filly - obviously she is the one to ask since she is the older sister, and obviously their mother should be totally okay with them playing, so of course - she is the one to ask. There’s no doubt in her mind. Besides, she is pretty sure that if Kypria hasn’t followed her like she sometimes does, she would never forgive her glittery half-sister if she did not invite her today to meet these fillies.
The amethyst filly spends her time dancing on the waves between and around the islands, having way too much fun looking through the see-through surface to see little fish and crabs and other creatures swim and crawls beneath her, or race the dancing waves to the shore. She’d already gone around the island and discovered another cove where one other distant family lives, also tied to the sea and islands but not to the stallions on the big island. Actually, she never met the big herd of testosterone, because they did not all come to the beach or the westernmost island.
But today at the beach was a mare with purple spots, and two fillies, one of her own age who was also marked with purple, and one distinctly different, younger and black and white, but they moved around like she and Pria often did. Like sisters.
From her position on the waves, she spotted them, and without hesitation followed the waves towards the beach with a bright smile. ”Hello! I’m Kyvi, who are you?! Can I play? Can I fetch ny sister too?” she asks the older filly - obviously she is the one to ask since she is the older sister, and obviously their mother should be totally okay with them playing, so of course - she is the one to ask. There’s no doubt in her mind. Besides, she is pretty sure that if Kypria hasn’t followed her like she sometimes does, she would never forgive her glittery half-sister if she did not invite her today to meet these fillies.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing
in the purple rain
in the purple rain
@[Kypria] @[Mosrael]
Figured the rest has already been tagged ^^