07-28-2019, 09:00 AM
The girl yawns widely. Her second set of incisors are just starting to grow in, and Celina clicks them together with a satisfying sound before straightening out her body. Mama had insisted that she take a nap before she went to the playground, and while Celina had protested loudly, she does feel rather refreshed as she steps out of the mulberry thicket in which she’d slept. There is some evidence of her pre-nap snack on her face, soft purple-pink stains that stand out against the silvery scales of her muzzle. The young filly is able to wipe away most of it onto her dun-striped knees. Her mother, stepping out from around the thicket, cleans away the rest of it with a gentle tounge. She repeats to Celina the same directions from before her nap, but the filly is only half listening. Giving her mother a kiss goodbye, she is soon off, trailing excitedly behind her elder sister, who has agreed to escort her to the Playground for the first time.
Springtime sunshine lights up the soft green Playground, and Celina nudges her sister goodbye without ever taking her eyes from it.
A broad meadow with trees nearly as impressive as those of her home, and so many things to climb and jump over. Whickering delightedly, the green-eyed filly charges forward. Her galloping leads her over a fallen log, which she leaps. Her wings – covered only with downy fluff at this age – spread as though they might try to carry her, and remain spread as she darts toward a pond. A large, yellow-eyed bullfrog watches her warily, and she slows down to get a closer look.
“Hello!” she says brightly to the green amphibian. “Do you want to be my friend?”
The frog blinks.
Celina blinks back.
Springtime sunshine lights up the soft green Playground, and Celina nudges her sister goodbye without ever taking her eyes from it.
A broad meadow with trees nearly as impressive as those of her home, and so many things to climb and jump over. Whickering delightedly, the green-eyed filly charges forward. Her galloping leads her over a fallen log, which she leaps. Her wings – covered only with downy fluff at this age – spread as though they might try to carry her, and remain spread as she darts toward a pond. A large, yellow-eyed bullfrog watches her warily, and she slows down to get a closer look.
“Hello!” she says brightly to the green amphibian. “Do you want to be my friend?”
The frog blinks.
Celina blinks back.