SCREAMING IN THE DARK, I HOWL WHEN WE'RE APART
Úna watched her with a narrowed expression, still doing her best to mimic her father. She truly was a daddy's girl at heart. And while Úna held just as much love for her mother in her heart, there was no denying she felt closer to Fell. Even if he couldn't talk to her in the way Kohelet did, she made sure to talk enough for both of them. There was no need to take a breath between questions when she talked Fell's ears off, it didn't seem to be the same with Svetka. Úna snorted, still watching the other filly with a critical expression.
Stinky land? Úna's expression got even more sour and she had half a mind to knock Svetka over for being rude but instead she slapped her tail against her flank. While she was hot-headed at times and young, she knew what a king was. "This is my dad's land. And it is NOT stinky." Úna did however take a step forward to examine the piece the was lodged in Svetka's foot and she had to admit that did not look comfortable. "Get your stinky foot off my stick," she retorted, flicking her dark gaze back up at Svetka.
"Will you take it out for me?"
Maybe she would have. At least, before she'd called the bay stinky. "No, I don't think so." Úna pulled back, sticking her whiskered muzzle in the air. "I should probably get your dad. Or even better, my dad." She turned around quickly, and started prancing in the opposite direction. Though she was effectively trotting in place, barely moving even an inch with each stride. |
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