You're a diamond, dear

the Rift

The mother had remained on a branch nearby, poised to try and spring in an attempt to dislodge the small fuzzy child from the mare’s mane. But before she could, however, a wind blew by – none that would be noticeable from the Eira’s standpoint, the Eriucla were small creatures that any sort of wind felt like a hurricane to them. Yet, the child dozed on while the mare lifted her head. The mother began to squeal a sound probably not heard over the other sounds of the forest, and before the older Eriucla had a chance to jump back over to protect the child, she watched in anger as the mare blew a small breath onto it.

The child immediately woke, it’s fuzzy outside blowing back with the force of wind. When it was over, it’s eyes popped open to survey what had happened – at first she saw two brilliant blue eyes staring back at her. Then, the more she looked, she spotted her mother far off in the distance. It clutched the leaf and began to tremble, terrified that the mare might end up eating her – though judging by the mare’s size it wouldn’t even be felt. Did the creatures of the Rift even eat them? The young Eriucla hadn’t been old enough to hear the tales of the world around her yet.

And so it trembled, while the mother pounced in an attempt to land on the mare’s nose, it’s small little paws attempting to bat the mare away from the child.

@Eira The mother tries to attack!