sleepy, but gleeful smile flowered over the waking girl's face at the sound of her father's voice. Her dark, little ears twisted in his direction. The filly stretched, blinking her eye and yawning. Happily, the girl pressed her head and neck up to Peyote's touch before it faded. She turned, blinking rapidly again, and watched her father retreat into the darkness.

The brindled mare watched Velaris manage to stand after a try or two. Then, the girl toddled back over in the direction of Peyote and herself. She nearly stumbled as her tiny hooves tried to navigate the long grasses in the dark. Vervain smiled at her little girl, eyes bright with the same joy she'd last felt the morning Peyote first left the island, before their world came crashing down.

Through her daze, there's a sound that floats to her on the breeze. Velaris was gazing lovestruck up at her father, simply beaming as her mother froze. The cold wash of reality stung her like a blow to the face. Peyote had come for her, for them. They were deep within the Prairie, and he had gotten to them. Nephilim. Her gaze, now fearful, turned in the direction of his voice as it came nearer. Vervain breathed shallowly, almost panting. Panic began to seep from her pores.

vervain

mare ∙ mutt ∙ black brindle ∙ 16.3 hands
daire's daughter ∙ peyote's prize