The journey to the cove was rather long for her little spindle like legs, its was hard to keep up at times but she was thankful that Anninux always waited for her. It was a blessing to have company, to have someone that cared about her, although she knows little of real company, she has a feeling it feels like this. The deep feeling of love, that fuels her dependence on this mare, or could she call her mom?
The two pause for a moment, and little davina takes the opportunity to rest, her knees buckle under her weight and her little body follows to lay dormant on the ground. She's quite exhausted from their long trek, and she finds her eyelids begin to close upon her drawing her under the sweet spell of sleep. Anninux, cradles her in her protection and warmth, as she briefly dozes off, her delicate little head leaning against her ebony shoulder.
Her mind quells in slumber for a short period of time, until she's awakened by the sweet gentle nudges of her mother, her vibrant gaze lifts as her velvet lips expel a little yawn. Her appendages rise up from under her, she doesn't protest for she knows its vital she gets to the silver cove to be both heard and to be safe. "Alright." She hums in a rather sweet yet diluted tone as she stretches her long legs. It isn't long until she reaches what she assumes is the silver cove, sea air graces her young lungs, the scent is peculiar yet presents a sweetness, gentle and persistent. "Are we here?" She questions her words fumbling in her mouth.
She releases a violent cough, her wings once folded a her sides unfurl with the violent movement, her gaze flickers to Anni dawned with weariness. Her question is soon answered by Anni's call out to those within the land, her gaze flickers with wonder. The skeletal formations of vegetation dot the ground, from what she can see the land is gorgeous, much more fulfilling than the den, and far more interesting to gaze upon.
Her attention returns to her mother for a quick moment, she finds that the women is feasting upon the vegetation beneath her hooves. She grows curious, for all she knew is that she was never hungry during her time in the den, but a feeling brews within the depths of her barrel, a need and a hunger. So the little girl, intuitively bows her iridescent crown, her lips pluck up a few blades of what she assumes is some sweet seagrass. The taste is strange, as if dusted with salt, which her reminds her of the salty spray of the air, a probable cause. So she continues to munch upon the greenery, growing a taste for the salty yet rather delectable vegetation. Her flowered tail whisking at her hind quarters in a rather content notion. As she made her way towards her mother, her body pressed against Anni, her fangs quickly sawing through chunks of grass.
my heart is a weapon of war
Davina
Sorry for the long wait
( @[Anninux]