Bubbles

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mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

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Hearing hooves come up behind her, Bubbles turns her head to face the other Peak mare. She had yet to meet this woman, but the buckskin appaloosa dipped her head in acknowledgement, her forelock sliding across her face and falling over the other side. Hearing the womans words, Bubbles then nodded faintly. “The time I spent traveling, Tinuvel was indeed the closest.” She replied, her words an agreement to the silver haired woman.


“My name is Bubbles.” Letting her voice fill the air, Bubbles turned to her son that eyes Hrist with a bit of curiosity. “This is my son Clayton.” With the introductions mostly out of the way, Bubbles went to step back a touch when Clayton stepped forward with curiosity lining his soft eyes. “What of the other lands though?” He did not speak to his mother, more curious of what the colorful lady before him could say. He was still too young to really get a fancy for anyone, but after spending so much time with his mother, he had not really seen much other colors.


Looking from her son and then to Hrist, Bubbles gave a small smile before shaking her head faintly. It was up to Hrist if she wished to speak with the boy, but Bubbles would not step in between them. She was not a helicopter parent, but at times she had been overly guardian of her son. She was allowing herself to step back just this once so that he could have an actual conversation.