Scint River
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ALERIE
It shouldn't come as a surprise that she would want to spend every waking moment near her mother but there is no denying that her grandma's experience makes her more nurturing and attentive than Naerys. Staying with Alysanne wasn't so bad, not with Mika available to play with but it wasn't mother. So when mother left and allowed her to tag along, the filly joyously followed; prancing and kicking a majority of the way. Perhaps it was her silliness that slowed them down or perhaps it was her smaller stride, either way she'd never know the irritation flooding her mother's heart. Instead she is blissful in her ignorance, thrilled about this sudden outing. Where are they going? What will they see? Alerie sticks close to her mother, eyes of ocean and ice taking everything in only to forget most of the details moments later when something else caught her attention. So distracted is she by everything else that she hardly notices the sudden increase in voices or that her mother suddenly ceased to move. When her gaze shifts forward, she cringes at how close she is to her mother's rear legs. Gangly limbs flail as she attempts to backpedal, managing only to succeed in falling upon her bottom in an awkward sit. She snorts softly then peers around her mother's larger form in attempt to see what had caused this particular chain of events. What she discovers, though, is something rather intriguing; a vast number of new faces, only one so extraordinarily different that it pulls her in. Naive and innocent as she is, she lifts herself back onto her dainty hooves and soon the leggy filly slips quietly to her mother's side - but only long enough for her mother to notice her presence and then become distracted with other things. After a few moments pass, the chocolate and white filly quietly slips away - practically crawling underneath mother's belly just to find an open space to pick her way unnoticed between the bodies. She inches close to the river, near the unique face in the crowd; the ever-changing face of Kisamoa. Her lack of knowledge and fear allow her to peer innocently and curiously at the strange lights he places. Curious but silent, the filly merely watches; ignorant of the panic likely building in mother's chest. one could not pluck a flower without troubling a star |
Stands closer to the river and Kisamoa like a curious derp.
