03-17-2020, 05:23 PM
She was new.
Small.
Shivering in the early spring air, her newborn eyes blinking at the bright light. It filtered down with little care for where it landed, dappling the fuzzy filly and drawing glints of blue-green light from her coat. Her eyes shone similarly, unnaturally bright where they caught sunbeams. A shrill pitched whinny squeaked from her dainty mouth.
No one answered. No mother. No father. She tried again, still curled against the mossy hummock. The pony-sized girl sighed, and laid her head against the ground in defeat. The heavy breath twisted away in a miniature dervish, carrying flecks of moss and bits of leaves in a playful dance before her nose. She didn't care.
The scrappy puff of her tail tossed against the earth listlessly, a tiny bit sulky. Her eyes shut against the bright light, her nose buried against her chest and her ears flopping to each side. Maybe she could sleep. It would be better than this dreary moping, waiting for some shining mare to remember she had a daughter and where she'd left her.
An itty bitty sniffle wrinkled her itty bitty nose as a gurgle of hunger clenched her belly. It couldn't be long now. It just couldn't.
Small.
Shivering in the early spring air, her newborn eyes blinking at the bright light. It filtered down with little care for where it landed, dappling the fuzzy filly and drawing glints of blue-green light from her coat. Her eyes shone similarly, unnaturally bright where they caught sunbeams. A shrill pitched whinny squeaked from her dainty mouth.
No one answered. No mother. No father. She tried again, still curled against the mossy hummock. The pony-sized girl sighed, and laid her head against the ground in defeat. The heavy breath twisted away in a miniature dervish, carrying flecks of moss and bits of leaves in a playful dance before her nose. She didn't care.
The scrappy puff of her tail tossed against the earth listlessly, a tiny bit sulky. Her eyes shut against the bright light, her nose buried against her chest and her ears flopping to each side. Maybe she could sleep. It would be better than this dreary moping, waiting for some shining mare to remember she had a daughter and where she'd left her.
An itty bitty sniffle wrinkled her itty bitty nose as a gurgle of hunger clenched her belly. It couldn't be long now. It just couldn't.