[ female | newborn | 16.1hh | silver black pintaloosa | wild and free ]
Blazed face snaked back to look at her brother. More often than not, Claudya purposefully forgot that Sciannath had not been in their family from the beginning. She knew it was true, and they were not necessarily bound by blood, but she did not care, therefore she forgot. Every couple of paces, she would look back to make sure he was still there and still feeling as sure of himself as he could. As his confidence started to shake with his body she walked closer to him. He shook his head in denial at their ability and her own surety wavered.
Claudya took a breath and gently touched her nose to his shoulder, assuring him she was there. We CAN do this! She insisted in her high voice. Her body moved to be against his, giving him support while ushering him forward. As he stepped forward, she stayed a step behind, her nose occasionally brushing his hip, letting him know she was there and he could keep going. With every step she had to stifle her own fear of falling. This was the scariest adventure they had been on, still she was determined to do as the adults did and see the top of the mountains. Still, her determination did not stop her from freezing when a breeze ruffled the fuzzy tufts of mane on her neck.
At last, Sciannath planted his hooves on ground instead of rock. Her name was shaking on his lips. Stifling her fears and her doubts, the filly jumped forward and for a moment put her head over his shoulders, drawing comfort for and from both of them. For a couple heartbeats she stayed there, assuring herself they were on the other side of the bridge. Once her nerves had calmed she stepped away, marching resolutely toward the trail that was definitely up.
Let’s keep going!
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Adelheid’s eyes and nose were flared to their fullest extent. The foals might not have seen themselves in any danger, meanwhile the dark mare could only see them and her friend slipping on the stones and the smell of blood on her knees.
Desperately the mother tried to stay back and let the foals do what they wanted to do. She was determined to let them make their own mistakes, only insuring they would have a slow and controlled fall. Though a slip from the stone bridge would not likely have meant death, significant wounds were not scars she wanted them to carry at such a young age. For their first big adventure she did not want it to end in disillusionment.
Once the foals had made it safety to the other side and her precocious daughter decided to continue up the mother stepped from the shadows and trotted up to her children. As she drew near the mask she had come to wear so comfortably fall once more on her face. There was no anger, or rage, simply the look of exasperation. Catching up to them easily, she snorted down to them, wordlessly letting them know she was not thrilled with their decisions. Still, the stone-faced mother ran her nose over both of them, more for her own comfort than anything.
With another snort, her neck arched again, giving her the appearance of being more displeased than she was. You two want to see the cliffs? Lead the way. Her voice was dry and still challenging, daring and urging them to step up and choose their paths so she could follow in toe in case they were to slip.
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