I Seem to Have Misplaced My Yearling, Again

A flush of burning heat accompanied the shy smile alighting through her narrow, gaunt blue features, as the colt she had befriended (and been undeniably lost without), appeared from within Ultima’s softly glowing mouth before them. It was quite an unexpected turn of events. The great feathered arm of her newest friend, Roscorro, was lifted like a shield between the worsening weather and herself, and the warm, woollen brown fur at its pit served as the perfect blanket against which to bury her face bashfully. “Vynter…” her thoughts hummed happily while rogue lips nuzzled tenderly the clammy flesh they had found - it was a joyfully felt sentiment, shared through her eyes when they at last turned back to greet his recoiling face. Though the tone of his voice commanded an obvious air of seriousness, she could only grin in response. Eating had become such a trivial afterthought, and he (in those few seconds already), had stirred within her tummy such a frenzy of tickling butterflies that she hadn’t a hope of meeting his concerned mood fairly. As the brawny colt’s lips touched her wing and lifted it from rest, she flinched, turning the plush ball of her nose to puff softly against him. It was true. For the period without him, Eira had been distracted and busy, occupying her sweet mind with completing tasks and in turn healing. There were many new broken feathers - for the habit of her chewing was entrenched, however, the rain had cleansed both the stubs and the rash of any rawness and infection. The wing fell from his delicate grip and the skin beneath the heavy clumps of coat tingled as he slid close against her, to find the other side. When Vynter’s intimate (though perhaps unintentionally so), inspection had concluded, Eira let herself be guided from the cosy shelter of Roscorro’s side by the coloured colt’s familiar nose. It was refreshing to be in his company again, and the same excitement felt months before, was alive and coursing through her now. She nodded quietly with a visible air of obedience in each slow shuffling movement and found the nest he had made within the tunnel beneath the cliffs - much like the one they’d shared previously in the rainforest. A grateful smile slid across her quivering lips, and she glanced hither to be sure that the hulking giant had followed in too. Surely he would not venture out to find the one he sought, right now.