Growing up was such slow, impatient work. Grace was terribly difficult to achieve when your legs kept changing lengths and your hair hadn’t grown into its full flowy gorgeousness yet and your body was in that lanky in-between stage without the muscle definition for softly curving hips and a long, lovely neck. Vanna stared down at her reflection in the water that wasn’t quite cold enough to freeze over yet, clear green eyes critical and just a little dissatisfied. She lowered her dark muzzle toward the water’s surface, tilting her head to get a better look at her face (pretty enough despite the unflattering angle, pale cream edged in black at the points).
Time. It would take time. Someday she’d be as pretty as Mom, with long, flowing hair and gentle curves and feminine grace. Mom kept saying she just had to be patient, that she’d grow into herself in time. Well that was all well and good, but Mom got to skip this stage, didn’t she? Sleeping away the years from birth to maturity, waking up again full grown and perfect. Vanna huffed an impatient sigh and nudged the water with her muzzle, scattering her reflection into chaos.
Waiting for someday was boring.
“Senny?” she called, raising her head to glance around, green eyes searching for her brother. He was never terribly far, and he always made her feel better, intentionally or otherwise. “I miss you. Come snuggle me.” Nevermind that she’d seen him only hours ago, had started the day curled up against him with her head resting on his shoulder. That was forever ago, after all, and clearly far too long to be alone, without anyone to walk with or talk with or tell her how pretty she was, even if it wasn’t as true as she’d like just yet. Ooh, but she did have wings going for her, sleek and black and shiny, maybe even almost ready to try flying! Nnnot quite, though. Just in case. She wasn’t as graceful as she’d like with all four feet planted firmly on the ground. Imagining herself with no feet on the ground? Just seemed like it was asking for disaster.
Time. It would take time. Someday she’d be as pretty as Mom, with long, flowing hair and gentle curves and feminine grace. Mom kept saying she just had to be patient, that she’d grow into herself in time. Well that was all well and good, but Mom got to skip this stage, didn’t she? Sleeping away the years from birth to maturity, waking up again full grown and perfect. Vanna huffed an impatient sigh and nudged the water with her muzzle, scattering her reflection into chaos.
Waiting for someday was boring.
“Senny?” she called, raising her head to glance around, green eyes searching for her brother. He was never terribly far, and he always made her feel better, intentionally or otherwise. “I miss you. Come snuggle me.” Nevermind that she’d seen him only hours ago, had started the day curled up against him with her head resting on his shoulder. That was forever ago, after all, and clearly far too long to be alone, without anyone to walk with or talk with or tell her how pretty she was, even if it wasn’t as true as she’d like just yet. Ooh, but she did have wings going for her, sleek and black and shiny, maybe even almost ready to try flying! Nnnot quite, though. Just in case. She wasn’t as graceful as she’d like with all four feet planted firmly on the ground. Imagining herself with no feet on the ground? Just seemed like it was asking for disaster.