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She is still busy glorifying the taller girl's extended wing when she asks if she was actually wanting to play tag with her. Her incredulous tone makes Smidge tear her eyes from the feathers with a tilt of her head, and up to her friend's nice face. So the little game she had almost started to play with her was literally called 'tag'? Haha, how fun and original! A tinkling little laugh spouts from her and she nods simply with that easy smile of hers in place. But then she had tickled her and Smidge had danced out and then back around to face her. And she listens in awe as she answers her few excited questions about her family. Gyps says she wants to be the first to show her the sky when she gets her wings (if she ever does, but the girl is full of hopes and dreams), and she gasps with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes!! That would be sooo awesome!!" She can't possibly be smiling any wider, or she just might break the boundaries of her face.
Her heart is pumping with her excitement in her little chest, but it settles a bit at the change in subject to homes and family. Her new friend seems to become very sad once she reveals that she sleeps with the trees, and Smidge ducks her head a bit and chews on her lip. She hasn't meant to make the other girl sad. Smidgen perks herself back up, offering another of her sweet smiles in hopes that will mirror back on her friend's face once more. "It's okay, I like my tree! There is one that has a space at the bottom, and it's really comfy inside." A hollowed out spot just big enough for her tiny-ness to slip into and curl up. Perfect for sleeping. She truly doesn't know about her family, that she has a number of siblings she's never met, or where or why she'd been left on her own in the foal place. But she's never really troubled her mind about it before. It seems easier to change the subject back to her friend, instead, who seems to have a lot of family.
The small girl listens intently, like a child does when being told a story, as Gyps begins. She says she grew up with her parents, in her father's herd and she gets this blissfully happy look on her face as she appears to revisit the place in her mind. Smidge smiles softly in turn, painting a picture of it herself in her own mind. But then all to quickly, something changes on the girl's dark face and the edges of her lips are pulled down. Smidge tilts her head and frowns too. "Why?" She says in an almost-whisper. Why would someone give away their child when they seemed so happy? She can't help but wonder, and then wonders about her own parents. Why did she not have family. All of a sudden, she begins to feel very small and alone, but oh! She doesn't like that feeling, like a twisting in her chest and an emptiness in her gut. She quickly shakes it off, becoming interested in the girl's next words instead.
"Andras sounds nice." It isn't hard to pick up on the difference in tone when Gyps says that name, and Smidge is glad the black and blues girl has another friend to help her be happy. But she finds herself now very curious about the place she'd said is home now. "The Taiga? What is that? Do you like it?" Ahh, full of questions, she is. But Smidge can't help but to be intrigued. The other girl had spoken highly about homes and families, and now she is wondering more about what having those things is like.
Smidgen!
small in stature, not heart
OOC: omg, I'm so sorry about the wait.. And this felt crappy and all over the place to write. Bleh ._.