07-22-2017, 02:32 PM
When the golden mare’s body becomes more than a blur Olea can feel something kindred stir. Her voice is soothing, almost as comforting as hearing her mother’s. She is, for a moment, relieved and a smile starts at the tips of her pink lips. It is gone in a flash though, for she remembers that her mother is still out there – or, not…
“I do not know – we got separated, the wolves, they’re attacking her!” She jesters her pale nose to the direction in which she came flying in from. Could be a mile? She has no clue, but she cannot hear her mother’s voice or the growling, or gnashing teeth of the wolves. Her face begins to wrinkle with grief once more, ready to sob, her antennae-ears pressed into her fuzzy crest of adolescent mane. She begins to trot in the direction she hopes her mother might be, turning back with teary eyes to the golden woman...confused, but too worried to question why she feels safer with her, only that she doesn’t want to be alone again.
“I do not know – we got separated, the wolves, they’re attacking her!” She jesters her pale nose to the direction in which she came flying in from. Could be a mile? She has no clue, but she cannot hear her mother’s voice or the growling, or gnashing teeth of the wolves. Her face begins to wrinkle with grief once more, ready to sob, her antennae-ears pressed into her fuzzy crest of adolescent mane. She begins to trot in the direction she hopes her mother might be, turning back with teary eyes to the golden woman...confused, but too worried to question why she feels safer with her, only that she doesn’t want to be alone again.
Oleandar
the moth-child of elysium & city
@[Ellyse]