No One Else But You; Ardashir;Any

[Chrisma]

There is a sort of calming notion to this whole experience. Finally, Chrisma is having an interaction that isn't stressful...well, minus the feeling she got when looking into the pale child's face. That sort of numbing, raw feeling that ate at her insides, threatening to chew through them. 

She listens as the dun tells her name, wing opening automatically as many mothers do to let her now awake child underneath. 

"...Tarvelie."  

Chrisma offers a smile. The name is gorgeous, much like the femme staring in front of her. She looks down now to the child, who is still hiding under his moms wing, that is now open slightly to reveal him. Chrisma turns her head to the side quizzically, looking to him and then to Tarvelie. Now that they are closer, she sees that the two don't look anything alike - at least, not in the way mothers and children usually look alike. The colt is large in stature - a young draft boy. The mare, lightly built, short compared to what the boy will end up being based on his height now. They don't share eye color or the same pelt, nor does he have wings. 

Chrisma is curious, but does not mention anything - it is not the time or place.  Instead, she straightens herself and gives the boy a loving smile. 

"Hello," she mutters to him, bending down to his level. "I am Chrisma, and who are you little one?" 

@[Tarvelie] @[Ardashir]

OOC: Sorry it took so long guys!

[Ardashir]

Ard poked his head out from behind his mother's wings looking to the fiery red mare that was seeming more relaxed than before. His mother turned to him and told him to introduce himself to Chrisma. The mare before him did not seem to be a threat and she was smiling.

He crept out of his hiding place as the red winged mare looked him over. The colt offered her a breath or two from his pink muzzle and he then answered his mother's coaching. “ I am Ardashir. It is nice to meet you Chrisma.” He bowed his head and wiggled his ears. He lowered his eyes a little shy for a moment before lifting those blue hues to look from his mother and then to Chrisma.

OOC: Sorry its short. And sorry it took so long.

Ardashir

The blue in an ocean of grey..