Posted on August 22, 2014 at 03:35:27 AM by Harlequin
She hadn't meant to seem foolish in front of father, especially seeing how she never got to spend much time with him. She wasn't exactly like her sister Stardust who seemed determined to follow after the large stallion despite his protest. No, Harlequin had always been a bit more standoffish and timid when it came to the black and white stallion. There was something between him and mother, something that made her feel awkward. They didn't exactly voice any kind of hatred or anger towards one another but they seemed to always make some excuse or another to simply avoid the other. Why that was, she doubted that she would ever know. But for now she was simply happy to get to spend some time with her father. Were she to have been painted completely white like mother, perhaps her cheeks would be burning and a soft pink glow be visible as a sign of her embarrassment but thankfully the only white on her face was the wide blaze that coursed the bridge of her muzzle and disappeared somewhere beneath the thick set of growing salt and pepper mane that framed her delicately dished face. Whatever embarrassment that clung to her was hidden from so obvious a view but even as her father chuckled heartily at having caught his daughter with her mind wandering, she could not help but to dip her head shyly and offer her own girlish giggle. If she could never do anything else at least she could provide some entertainment. He speaks now of the otters and confesses that he has not paid much attention to them but this is not a surprise to her. With as much patrolling as he has been doing lately she does not doubt that the last thing on his mind in the evening is to watch the otters frolicking in the kelp beds. He does however compare them to the squirrels that flit about the forest trees and Harlequin finds herself turning cocking her little head slightly as she mentally compared the two. Yes, yes now that he mentioned it they did play a bit like squirrels in the forest trees. "yeah... they are kinda like the squirrels.." she says, pausing for a moment to let her icy blue eyes gaze up at the hansom face of her strong father. "But they are different... there is just something about them that seems more free than the squirrels. I don't think squirrels can swim dad." she says with an impish giggle. The very idea of the little bushy tailed creatures attempting to swim in the sometimes chaotic waters of the bay seemed absurd to her. His warm breath against her forelock is comforting. Its different from mother, she knew mother loved her and in rare occasions showed her own affection with similar actions but there was just something about such affection between father and daughter that made her feel completely loved and protected. It was as if in this moment the world could come crashing down around them and she would still be safe from the throws of whatever evil might come. He was strong, proud and wise. Despite herself and how silver mare CUA felt, Harlequin leans against his comforting strength and listens as he continues, telling her of the wolves. For a moment she allows herself to close her eyes and imagine them as Soljor described them. Sleek, and gray and golden eyed. His weight shifts as he steps away and her eyes open once more to stare in wonder at the jagged scar that scours his front leg. Without thinking she reaches out to touch it, her soft velveteen muzzle running softly over the jagged scar. "It looks a little like mother's scars..." she breathes softly, her voice soft as she eyes the healed wound a moment longer before gazing back up at the black and white stallion. "Is that what happened to mom? Did a wolf get her too?" she asks a hint of curiosity to her voice. Her baby blue eyes gaze lovingly up at the large stallion, a renewed sense of awe and admiration filling her ooids as she puffs her own chest up, and speaks again, "Well I met a boy who had a wolf for a companion. It didn't bite or anything... actually it was quite smelly... he said something about it liked to roll around in nasty stuff and disappear here and there. It wasn't very big though... actually I think it was half the size of the ones you told me about." she purrs, flicking her growing tail against the sleek curve of her haunches. The Secret to Surviving is Knowing What to Keep and What to Throw Away 
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- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor September 7, 2014 at 06:36:35 PM
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