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ooc: minor powerplay with permission from ali <3
“Sephine, stop it!”
Arkana’s voice cuts like a whip through the trees as she trails after her younger sister, but the girl continues to dance ahead, laughing as she pushes branches aside so they spring forward to thwack against Arkana.
Having been tasked with the responsibility of keeping an eye on Sephine while their mother and Persephone are off patrolling, Arkana had initially relished the opportunity for some alone time with her younger sister, whose childish exuberance for life mirrors her own. Together, they are a wildfire of mischief and laughter, more like best friends than sisters. Yet - with Arkana having inherited her mother’s temper - all too often their laughter can ignite into an argument, as it has today.
“Sephine!” Arkana’s voice rises into a squeal as a particularly jagged branch catches her across the chest, leaving a stinging arc-shaped scratch in her fur. Grimacing with pain, Arkana opens her mouth to deliver another scolding, when the snap of a twig draws her attention off into the trees. From the shadows, something small and silver emerges.
It’s a filly, whom Arkana recognizes from her visits to the Prairie. She and the girl have never spoken face-to-face, and she can’t recall her name, but the girl had stuck out like a sore thumb from the other foals, for her lineage is obviously not of Shamwari’s.
“Oh, hello,” Arkana says, the annoyance in her expression melting away into curiosity. “What are you doing here?”
love-child of evren & shamwari
yearling; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh wfg |