07-27-2019, 02:22 PM
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“<b> I risk my child to save HER self</b>” City grumbles at the fairy, even as the waves of healing spread warm throughout her body. The child is replenished of what she lost, and as she eagerly suckles as any greedy little foal does, she soaks in the nourishment from all angles.
The mother listens carefully to her mission, nodding gratefully, uttering a cordial <i>thank you fairies</i> and taking her stilt legged little piebald baby to begin their tentative descent. It is just as arduous going down as going up. A few times her heart dropped into her stomach when the filly would slip close to the edge or be just plain dumb when teetering on the precipice of falling 1000 feet to the next rock face.
They make it though, finally, the mother is sore and tired and the child greedily nurses. City leads the baby into the forest to hide her, groom her and let her continue to nurse while they both recover to move on. Padme, the little black and white filly with her face tucked under her mother, begins to sprout small flower blooms from her ‘wing joints’. They are small and mimic the floral beauty found on the surrounding mountainsides. The red freckled mother grins, the spectacle reminding her of her other daughters; both winged and beautiful like this one. All three girls are so vastly different, the dragon, the moth and the flower.
<div align=right><b>CITY & PADME</b>
<i>the high black water, the devil's daughter</i></div>
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@[Wysteria Fairy] i'm not sure if i am supposed to reply but i did anyway, and she's off to complete her quest!
thank you so much!
“<b> I risk my child to save HER self</b>” City grumbles at the fairy, even as the waves of healing spread warm throughout her body. The child is replenished of what she lost, and as she eagerly suckles as any greedy little foal does, she soaks in the nourishment from all angles.
The mother listens carefully to her mission, nodding gratefully, uttering a cordial <i>thank you fairies</i> and taking her stilt legged little piebald baby to begin their tentative descent. It is just as arduous going down as going up. A few times her heart dropped into her stomach when the filly would slip close to the edge or be just plain dumb when teetering on the precipice of falling 1000 feet to the next rock face.
They make it though, finally, the mother is sore and tired and the child greedily nurses. City leads the baby into the forest to hide her, groom her and let her continue to nurse while they both recover to move on. Padme, the little black and white filly with her face tucked under her mother, begins to sprout small flower blooms from her ‘wing joints’. They are small and mimic the floral beauty found on the surrounding mountainsides. The red freckled mother grins, the spectacle reminding her of her other daughters; both winged and beautiful like this one. All three girls are so vastly different, the dragon, the moth and the flower.
<div align=right><b>CITY & PADME</b>
<i>the high black water, the devil's daughter</i></div>
</div></div></div><div style="width: 500px; text-align: right; font-family: times; font-size: 6pt !important;"><a href="http://nicole-studios.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">8</a></div></center>
@[Wysteria Fairy] i'm not sure if i am supposed to reply but i did anyway, and she's off to complete her quest!
thank you so much!
