no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She sees the resemblance of her father, the gold in her eyes just a muted version of his own, her majority black body simple to recognize in tint and texture. He had blessed her with a better likelihood of survival in these climes, too. His nicker is welcoming, though quiet, almost a hiss with no sound on the underside. It is strange, but she does not linger long in the curiosity, simply accepting that this is how her father sounds.
She calls him Aba, a friendly endearment, and his repeated whispered sounds tells her that he will not speak so much as show his intentions. Like many children, she simply accepts this as another truth of a whole new world she had yet to meet.
He comes nearer and she remains still, like a deer who has never met man might stand in curiosity for an approach it cannot fathom will do it harm. He was entirely capable, but still the inspection that comes is gentle and she even giggles when his breath passes the ticklish spot in the swooping loop in the hairs of her hip. Her slightly longer tail flips, fwaps, her littler hooves dancing a little in the giddiness of childhood.
Instead of taking him in first, she instead does the same, mimicking him so as to properly ‘inspect’ her father. She even manages a slightly crab-squatted duck beneath his strong belly, before going a little onto her hind legs to reach the tangle of forelock with a nip of her teeth for a tug and a giggle.
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ one year - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅