12-08-2018, 08:54 AM
Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
One second she was perfectly fine nursing behind Oisin, the next there was movement and with a bit of a dazed look she watches her mother greet someone she doesn't know; a dark young lady but with a very interesting-looking face. Gold, like her and Sheen's mane, like their father's. Like Gilt even.
She'd come to like the colt, though she still felt that nursing at the same time with him was a bit scary. He had a lot of (possibly harmless, possibly harmful) attributes to his face that made him a little... off. Then there was wings - extra appendages she wasn't sure were useful, but who knew what he was doing with them when she wasn't looking? Still - Sheen was quite alright with him, and Mama too. Perhaps she was overreacting, but one could never be too careful. She'd noticed Papa never really intervened or played with him, too. But who knows. He might just be very busy. Or a little jealous.
She'd giggle at that thought if it weren't for the New Girl though. Her brown eyes peek silently around her mother's hind leg, as Eurwen rather lets Sheen do all the talking. Or, shouting really. She cringes a little as her older twin says she wants to drive Papa crazy. Wasn't that a little mean? Then again he never seemed to mind when Oisin did something that would - most of the time - have upset Mama. Maybe that was too much of a challenge for her sister. She silently speaks up, hardly to be heard but between her chocolate sister's relative time of silence, just hear-able. "I don't want a crazy Papa." It's almost as if she's near-crying when she says it - she likes her Papa, but he can be a little scary if he's angry. She doesn't want to find out what he'll be like if he's really mad at them.
Mama is a much better intervener, however, saying Sheen doesn't have to shout. The dotted smiles a little as she gets to have the affectionate brush of her mother's lips, and her sister doesn't. That's what she gets for being loud - although, she does have Seis' attention. And Mama also says to go say hi. So she shyly shuffles a bit forward some more. "Hello Seis. I'm Wen." She tries a smile, though her big eyes and shaky lips betray her nervousness. She's so big. Bigger than Sheen. About as big as Mama. Definitely not the size she'd expected to match to the word 'sister', since she'd always only called Sheen her sister, before.
She'd come to like the colt, though she still felt that nursing at the same time with him was a bit scary. He had a lot of (possibly harmless, possibly harmful) attributes to his face that made him a little... off. Then there was wings - extra appendages she wasn't sure were useful, but who knew what he was doing with them when she wasn't looking? Still - Sheen was quite alright with him, and Mama too. Perhaps she was overreacting, but one could never be too careful. She'd noticed Papa never really intervened or played with him, too. But who knows. He might just be very busy. Or a little jealous.
She'd giggle at that thought if it weren't for the New Girl though. Her brown eyes peek silently around her mother's hind leg, as Eurwen rather lets Sheen do all the talking. Or, shouting really. She cringes a little as her older twin says she wants to drive Papa crazy. Wasn't that a little mean? Then again he never seemed to mind when Oisin did something that would - most of the time - have upset Mama. Maybe that was too much of a challenge for her sister. She silently speaks up, hardly to be heard but between her chocolate sister's relative time of silence, just hear-able. "I don't want a crazy Papa." It's almost as if she's near-crying when she says it - she likes her Papa, but he can be a little scary if he's angry. She doesn't want to find out what he'll be like if he's really mad at them.
Mama is a much better intervener, however, saying Sheen doesn't have to shout. The dotted smiles a little as she gets to have the affectionate brush of her mother's lips, and her sister doesn't. That's what she gets for being loud - although, she does have Seis' attention. And Mama also says to go say hi. So she shyly shuffles a bit forward some more. "Hello Seis. I'm Wen." She tries a smile, though her big eyes and shaky lips betray her nervousness. She's so big. Bigger than Sheen. About as big as Mama. Definitely not the size she'd expected to match to the word 'sister', since she'd always only called Sheen her sister, before.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Chryseis]