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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    sweet spring song; any
    #1
    The world had fallen silent as she had begun her journey into it. The birds ceased singing, the rabbits held still, the wind didn't blow. Even the brook's clattering stone-song was muted, and the light rain fell silently on the meadow.

    As she fell to the ground with a thump noise and motion burst back into the spring morning. It was as if it had always been this way. It hadn't, though, for Beqanna was now plus one, plus a small, rather scraggly one admittedly, but plus one nonetheless.

    She was a weird looking little thing, although nothing unusual as far as younglings go. And that was the problem. She was entirely ordinary in a world of oddities and amazement, and her mother had no space for that.

    And that was how she came to be alone in the meadow, her fur wet with a mixture of birth fluids and rain, leaves stuck in her short baby-mane and tail.
    Dá, the girl of the wild, baptised by nature.
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    #2
    Vivianne grazed nearby as her wobbly progeny teetered around the meadow on spindly new legs. She was eager to investigate everything that the grassy plain had to offer. Her little nose worked in overdrive as she huffed and puffed along the terrain, her senses leading her on a collision course with the slick newborn.

    Fortunately the girl had enough sense to stop before she toppled over the poor thing all alone. Immediately her nose went up and she hollered, "mama I found a baby!" Her sea green eyes sought her mother who simply bobbed her head and nodded along with whatever her daughter was shouting about. Since she did not sound scared or in pain Vivi assumed sh was yelling her excitement about something ridiculous, as had happened when she found a pretty flower, saw a blue jay, and spotted a cloud that looked like her father (whom she had never met). Therefore she ignored whatever little Rae was talking about now and kept grazing.

    The filly huffed angrily at her mother's dismissive attitude about the little foal she had just found. Well, she thought mutinously, maybe her and her new foal would just leave mother here and never come back. That would show her.

    Finally she turned her gaze back to the smaller child, not that she was so big herself. "Are you okay? Do you need help getting up? Where is your mama? My name is Raeanne. You can call me Rae. What's your name?" She chattered on at the other filly with ease, talking the poor things ear off just as she was adjusting to the world.
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    #3
    Dá is beginning to doze off when she is almost trampled by another young horse. Her head shoots up, her huge glossy eyes blinking in surprise at the shrill screechy words coming from the other girl's mouth. She still makes no attempt to move, though, preferring instead to remain on her own quiet island for the time being.

    This girl is very loud.

    She rattles off a machine gun-fire of questions that the newborn doesn't even have time to process properly, let alone answer. She is not quite so well versed in words as the older filly, nor quite so outgoing. Instead of answering immediately she regards Rae with confusion and the shy awe of a younger, more plain girl when confronted with a beautiful, bursting flower of a young woman.

    "Mama?" she repeats the word questioningly, stretching out her nose to bridge the gap between them. She's cold she realises, her wet coat shivering against the breeze pushing and pulling all around them. She craves the warmth Rae brings with her. It is so close and yet so far. She must reach it, or she will die.

    Very wobbily she lifts her bum in the air, teeteering back and forth as she struggles to get the art of balance exactly right. It's more obvious now that she is quite a bit smaller than Rae, in both height and width. It is quite clear that she will never reach the lofty size of most horses in Beqanna, she will be lucky to scrape thirteen hands.

    She momentarily stands before her skinny legs collapse beneath her, knocking the wind out of her ribs. She grits her teeth and tries again, following in the footsteps of thousands of generations of equines before her. She must stand; it is in her very nature to do so. She totters unsteadily on her feet, but this time she does not fall. Using Rae as an anchor by resting her nose on her shoulder, Dá remains standing.

    She would show gratitude, but she doesn't know how (nor does she understand the concept entirely yet). "Dá," she says to Rae instead. "I'm Dá."

    She is quiet for a moment. "Mama?" she says, tilting her head quizzically at Rae. The question is obvious - are you my mama? And if not, where the heck is she?
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    #4
    The smaller girl calls mama and looks straight at the chestnut filly. Raeanne regards her with some confusion. Certainly the little flicka did not think that she was her mother? After all there was certainly no way Rae could confuse her mother with any one else. Then again her mother also hadn't left her in the middle of a meadow to be eaten by wild things. She finds herself suddenly angry with the child's mother. How dare this unknown mare leave her new friend all alone! She hopes Dá's mother gets eaten by wild things, spiteful little thing that she is.  

    The green eyed girl watches as Dá tries to stand up and takes a tiny step closer when she is at first unable. Willingly used as a prop she gives the other foal a tiny nudge of encouragement once she has finally made it to wobbly feet. Then that question again. Mama? Raeanne looks off into the distance but she is certain that she does not see any mare looking for a lost foal. Well, then. "No Dá, I'm not your mother." She contemplates the little girl before coming to a decision and announcing in a firm voice, "you can share mine though!"

    Rae thrusts her head in a motion indicating the nearby grazing Vivianne who is currently unaware she may be gaining a second child. Poor mare who does not even care for children. Still even she wouldn't turn away an orphan.

    "You'll be much better off with us in the Jungle anyway." Rae finalizes her plan with these words. Once little Dá gets better at walking then maybe they'll even go find the mean mare who abandoned her in the meadow and Rae can tell her what a mean mare she is. She swells with her new purpose and nods her head to herself, she is just so full of good ideas.
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    #5
    No, of course the leggy chestnut filly is not her mother. The small girl feels a slight pang of something - fear? worry? panic? at the prospect of being a motherless child in a hungry world. But Rae soon puts those fears to rest when she says that her mother can be shared - hurrah! Dá's face lights up, overjoyed. Being only a few hours old, does not even wonder whether Rae's mother will be accepting of the arrangement. She takes Rae's words to be gospel truth, as only a child can. Her mother will be okay with it, because Rae says so.

    She smiles at the older girl in gratitude, and presses her nose into her shoulder. The only way she knows to show her appreciation, for now.

    "I go to Jungle with you and mama." She says resolutely. She wants to spend time with her mama and her sister. She wants to be warmed, fed and loved. She wants to feel wanted.

    "Cold," she observes, still shivering. "Go now?"

    {ooc: so newborn dá is limited :| she'll probably grow up a fair bit on the journey to the jungle. you can post there if you like OR you can reply to this and i'll start a new post in the zons?}
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    #6
    Posted in the Jungle!
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