I'll be almost to the ocean when you open your eyes
Her reverie was broken by the sound of sand crunching underhoof, and completely gone by the time a delicate head had nestled against the smooth surface of her neck. An easy smile curved her lips as the youngest of her brood greeted her.
"Hello, Minnow," she answered in turn, shifting her weight to see better what the elegantly finned girl had come to show her. The bird, a stocky-built fisher with sharp eyes and a sharper beak, seemed to have developed an affinity for Moira. Lately the two were nearly constantly within eyesight of each other, even as Moira and her twin grew more independent of each other.
It was, as always, bittersweet to see her children become their own creatures. Feral boys and wild girls, each with a taste for freedom no island could contain. She could no sooner halt the tides than stop them growing, and the results would be just as disastrous. They knew that first hand now.
Pushing away her weary thoughts, Aquaria turned her attention to the demonstration being given. Her eyes widened in quiet surprise at the oddness on display. "That's a new one," she commented when prompted.
"You're sure he's not part parrot?" She asked, dryly humorous. There was nothing parrot-like about him once you discounted the simple fact of both being birds, yet it was truly unusual for a bird outside that family to be so talented a mimic.
With a grunt of effort, the pearly mare rose to her feet. She gave the bird a sharp look, remembering particular shapeshifter she'd known who adored pranks like these. There was no answering wink or other recognition, however, so she put the idea away for the time being.
Aquaria
@Moira