Vita Nova stared back at the anxious filly curiously. Her blue-eyed gaze followed hers to "over there", or just another part of the Inlet forest, when she describes where she came from. The little thing certainly smelled like the Inlet, but why hadn't Vita Nova seen her before? But then it dawned on her, and the ashen mare felt her throat tighten. This wasn't Neon's foal - she'd seen that one with her own eyes. But could this babe belong to the missing Cherokee?
"I'm sorry, I don't know who Annie is." She said softly, lowering her head to fall more in line with the filly's. Her heart broke for the little thing, out here all alone. "What's your mom's name?" She asked followed by a warm nicker.
But before the filly could answer, she's rushing at Vita Nova, clinging to her side. At first, the Queen of the Inlet's head flips up in startlement, but she settles as she feels the fuzzy filly press against her. She hadn't felt the need to cuddle a foal like this, well, since Brunhild was this size. "There, there." She cooed quietly, feeling guilty that her own teets weren't full of milk this season. Vita Nova had nothing to offer her. "It's going to be okay. I promise."
The spotted mare rested her muzzle softly at the girl's withers, breathing her in. Meanwhile her gaze shot around their surroundings, hopeful that Cherokee or someone else would appear and claim this poor, frantic little thing. She sighed deeply, when no one emerged, and lipped at the girl's unkempt mane. "Are you thirsty? Why don't we go walk toward the creek." She offered with a warm smile. "We could race there, if you want."
"My name is Vita Nova. What's yours?"
Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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