A mess of hair fell over the stoic features of Georgiana's face, hiding lost eyes that searched an eternal darkness that only she could see. Only she could feel. Only when an all too familiar sound, voice, filled her ears did her head jolt upwards from its low position; did the darkness's grip feel a little less tight. The rosy colour of her nostrils flared as she drew in his scent, and all her worries seemed to fade away.
”Braylen?” She called back, voice cracked with emotion.
There was a frantic rush that seemed to shake her whole body as her breathing intensified, and as her ears pulsed forward to focus on his voice. The filly at her side instinctively fled from the mass that was her draft mother's pale hide as she turned towards the direction she heard the stallion. Sirena's dark eyes carefully followed her mother's movements until she felt she could stand at her side once again, and so she warily scanned the concentration of trees that surrounded them. She would protect her mother as her mother has protected her, she, after all, can see what her mother cannot.
Some might say emotion was limited for Georgiana; that she could not properly express herself, if only through words, but Sirena has become fluent in reading how her mother feels just by studying her expression and she would argue the contrary; and this was the happiest she had ever seen her. But with a strange coldness she stared through the tree's, eventually spotting the gold and white form of her father.
”Father, I see you.” She echoed after her mother, a steady, almost powerful confidence to her tone. But she truly felt unsure, and she stepped only slightly in front of her mother, her thickening tail almost lashing as she positioned herself under Georgiana's neck for comfort. Georgiana was well aware of her daughter's mindset, and she did not mind, after all, it is to be expected considering the filly has only ever had herself for company in her few months of life.
As the cold air swirled around them, the mare curled herself horizontally beside the filly, neck twisted over her young daughter's as she waited patiently for the sound of hooves against dirt. She had obviously pointed herself in the right direction as her daughter did not tell her otherwise; Braylen had to be, by now, visible to the seeing eye.
Sirena could see him.
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