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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:23 pm
 He had come and gone, like a phantom in the night. Leaving Priscilla a bit stunned and more cloudy minded than ever. But not soon after the mare had found herself a bit bulgy. And not long after that there were baskets, three of them. And the phantom stallion came, taking only one and leaving two behind for Priscilla to ponder over.
What exactly was inside?
Well she was sure soon to find out. One day while wandering back from, well, wandering she had come back to the two baskets but they were tipped over. Their lids open. Panic filled her mind. Had some beast come and stolen their contents? Frantically she sniffed at each basket. Her head bobbing between both of them, the feathers tucked behind her ears flicking back and forth. It wasn't until the sound of a small sneeze from a nearby bush that she stopped. Ears pricked forward as she quietly made her way towards the shrubbery, parting the leafy branches carefully with a hoof.  A small, pink nose and bright red eyes peered up at the mare. Flicking her little white tail, the black and white filly nickered softly. Her eyes closing into another sleepy yawn before she hauled herself up onto wobbly legs and stumbled out of the bush. Leaning her head up against her mother's legs for a bit of stability before venturing a few careful steps away from her.
Eyes full of wonder at this new world outside of the basket. She let out a little giggle as she turned her head to look back at the mare, then back at the bush she had just emerged from.To say the least, Priscilla was relieved for the most part. It seemed the little bits hadn't been stolen away from her. Though she was amazed that it was them that were hiding in those baskets. The sneaky little things. She moved closer to the black and white filly, licking her behind the ears with a little hum. "Well hello there little bit." She looked the filly over carefully. Supposing that now would probably be a proper time to give her a name at least. "Little Hilda..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:15 pm
 Out and about, they'd tumbled, from dark and warm safety into a world that seemed so painful and bright. with glittering eyes, the filly had managed to stagger to her feet and flop into the bushes, seeking the shadows that soothed her poor vision from all the light around them. There'd been someone with her, but she'd been too tired to lift her head and find out, only knowing that they smelled familiar and that therefore, she was safe. But when that familiar something moved, she couldn't help but lift her small head, blinking furiously before attempting to scramble after her sister. Her attempts were clumsy, and she managed to flop out of the bush with a small grunt--right at the feet of a much larger creature. This one too, smelled familiar, and with furiously flicking ears, the tiny foal once more fought to get to her feet. "Mama?" It was an instinctual thing for her to so easily recognize her mother--just as she'd known her sister by smell alone. With a happy whuffle, she toddled closer to her mother's legs as well, already exhausted from her efforts and wanting a moment to rest. Besides, it also gave her the chance to watch her sister! As the name was given, her ears flicked back and forth with even more ferocity, as though attempting to permanently link the word 'Hilda' to the orca-colored foal in front of her. So... Mama and Hilda. Would she get a name, too?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:26 pm
Priscilla's attention soon turned to the purple and white filly who'd managed to stumble out of the bushes not soon after Hilda. A wide grin appeared on her lips as she swooped her head to the side to nuzzle her second baby, ears twitching as the word 'Mama' tumbled out of the filly's mouth.
Mama? It was an odd word to associate herself with. Never in her right mind, if her mind was ever in the right would she link this word to herself. But if thats what the filly wanted to call her that was fine by Priscilla. "And you...little Ophelia. My bits. I'm glad to see you got out of those baskets ok. Though I am quite surprised to see that it was you two who were hiding in there for so long."
She lifted her head, ears pricking forward again as golden eyes peered about. She'd never taken care of foals before, so it would most certainly be an interesting task to take on. What was it that they would need...? Food! Well, that was one thing everyone needed. Looking down at them both, she scrunched her nose just a bit. "Are you hungry?"
Hilda giggled as she was licked behind the ears. Her short, white mane fluffing up. The sound of movement from the bush she had just excited caught her attention and she quickly spun around, her legs though couldn't keep up and soon they seemed to be wrapped around one another as she teetered back and forth.
With a little stagger she had untangled her legs and moved towards her sister. Nuzzling her pink nose against the other filly with a giggle. She recognized her instantly from her smell. And now it seemed that she had a name as well for Hilda to remember. But the question of being hungry quickly filled her mind. She hadn't eaten anything since wiggling out of that dark basket and her little tummy was making strange noises. A particularly loud one made her look curiously at it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 11:01 pm
She certainly hadn't been expecting such a warm reaction! If the tiny filly could have purred, she would have, happily rubbing her face against her mother's while her tiny tail wiggled furiously. Ophelia? So she got a name, too! Well, she was just fine with that. Huffing contentedly as her sister came near, Ophelia unsteadily craned her neck to give her an affectionate nudge, feeling a grin tug at her face.
The queer growling noise was enough to make her freeze for a moment, eyes wide and legs stiff. What had that been? But then she noticed Hilda nosing at her belly, and timidly, she crept forward to investigate as well. As another rumble surfaced, she jumped with a squeak--then realized she'd made that sound. Well, that was certainly curious. With her attention so raptly held, the filly realized with a jolt that her mother had been speaking... and she'd missed it!
Tilting her head to the side, Ophelia wickered a curious note up at her mother, blinking perplexedly. Hungry? Was that what those strange noises were? Well, she didn't think she liked it at all! They were loud, and rather uncomfortable. Squirming a little, she shifted forward with gangly legs to lean against her mother's side with a soft huff.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 3:33 pm
During the time the two fillies had been confined to their baskets, Priscilla had been pondering over names. Although she would presumably never know the name of the foal that came from the third that the stranger had taken, she had decided early as to what names to use for her foals. They were lovely names in her mind. And anyone who said other wise would get a swift kick to their rump. Lovely names for her lovely babies.
The rumbly noises from the fillie's tummies made her giggle lightly. Bobbing her head and causing the feathers behind her ear to bob as well. "Well, I guess that's all the answers I really need." She smiled. Leaning her head down and nuzzling each filly affectionately. Her tail flicking back and forth as she lifted her head once more and glanced around. There was a small field not too far from here. And she figured they could make it. The two were still a bit wobbly, but the walk would help them gain better balance and use of their legs.
"Lets go little ones. We don't want those rumble bellies to get out of control." With a nudge to each one's behinds she took off slowly towards the field. New grass would be sprouting. And that was the best kind of grass for growing babies after all.
The black and white filly grinned at her sister. Red eyes shining with excitement as both ears moved back and forth. Hilda was just happy to be out of the basket. The world outside was much more than she had expected.
Ears perked as Ophelia's stomach grumbled and made noises. Hilda curiously looked at it, blinking a couple times. But her attention to her sister's tummy was broken as she was nuzzled and nudged. Their mother had started to move away from the area. With a little nicker, she wobbled forward. Scrunching her nose just a bit. Her legs will still getting used to carrying her small body weight. But with one small jump she was off, toddling after Priscilla and trying to keep up the best she could. All the while taking in the scene of the world around her.
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