The day was warm as the sun rose to rest straight overhead. It had caused mother and daughter to grow sleepy and for once Vivianna had laid down upon the soft soil to rest and although Christalily had joined her the filly had not slept as long. When the pale girl had woken Vi was still asleep and carefully rising and tiptoeing away she had escaped her mother’s ever watchful eyes…..for now.


Wondering what Abbott and Costello were up too, Christalily followed their scent until she could see the rump of her half-sister standing up ahead next to a tree. The sound of splashing water caused her ears to push forward and her legs to pick up pace into a trot until she pull up alongside Costello. She passes a glance to her, a soft smile tugging at her lips but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she reaches out her muzzle to bump the bay’s neck in greeting before turning her blue eyes to Abbott.


“When did you become a fish?”


Her voice calls out to him, ringing clear despite her youth. Vivianna had worked with her, teaching her so that her knowledge was rapidly growing at such a young age. If they had stuck by her side as Christalily did then they too would be learning and to Vi’s efforts she tried her best when the twins were around.
filly | draft cob cross | palomino sabino_{ee Aa nCr nSb} | 16hh[wfg] | frost