01-22-2016, 11:15 AM
Wichita
surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
Little girls are a joyous blessing to their mother's, and Kena was no different. Wichita's youngest and newest daughter was a delight, as he children tended to be. Sure, there had been a few bumps here and there, things to deal with as a family, to get past. Wasn't that true for most families though?
Kena was a real gem. Wichita had rarely delighted in the coupling she found herself in, but Rapscallion had made her quite a happy woman so far. Their darling daughter had been born a beautiful smokey black, one which shone in the now fading light. Sunset leaving the Gates painted in a multitude of rich, bright, colors. Wichita had been attending to Diplomatic sorts of things, onen being the continued practice of her empathic gifts. Though it did not take her long at all to discern her daughters calls from across the meadows.
The dainty silvered mare picks her path from the more wooded areas the Gates held. The ones where the deer seemed to flourish, and take refuge from prying eyes. That's when she spots her young, dark daughter. Skirting the pink hued mother tree as she harped her requests.
"Kena!" Wichita calls, perhaps louder than what is commonly needed. Her youngest had gained a penchant for the family curse it seems, though her hearing loss only affected one of her tiny ears "I'm commin' sug. Two shakes of a leg." Wichita laughs softly to herself, drawing closer to the girl. She always seemed to enjoy her own jokes best, perhaps because she was the only one who enjoyed them at all. Or understood them rather. It's with a soft touch that she reaches out in greeting, placing a velvet muzzle against the girls jaw. "Yes sweet thing? What can I do ya for?" She asks, while patiently grooming Kena's mane.
Kena was a real gem. Wichita had rarely delighted in the coupling she found herself in, but Rapscallion had made her quite a happy woman so far. Their darling daughter had been born a beautiful smokey black, one which shone in the now fading light. Sunset leaving the Gates painted in a multitude of rich, bright, colors. Wichita had been attending to Diplomatic sorts of things, onen being the continued practice of her empathic gifts. Though it did not take her long at all to discern her daughters calls from across the meadows.
The dainty silvered mare picks her path from the more wooded areas the Gates held. The ones where the deer seemed to flourish, and take refuge from prying eyes. That's when she spots her young, dark daughter. Skirting the pink hued mother tree as she harped her requests.
"Kena!" Wichita calls, perhaps louder than what is commonly needed. Her youngest had gained a penchant for the family curse it seems, though her hearing loss only affected one of her tiny ears "I'm commin' sug. Two shakes of a leg." Wichita laughs softly to herself, drawing closer to the girl. She always seemed to enjoy her own jokes best, perhaps because she was the only one who enjoyed them at all. Or understood them rather. It's with a soft touch that she reaches out in greeting, placing a velvet muzzle against the girls jaw. "Yes sweet thing? What can I do ya for?" She asks, while patiently grooming Kena's mane.
amen.
Lady and Governor of Heaven's Gates