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Father Prompt

It did startle him that the mare, the one he had grown so fond of, loved, cared for, was depressed on such a wonderful day. The reasons of her sadness were being hidden right now by his presence. Their children were growing worried by the minutes. The two fillies had always played with their mother. They had always talked with her and enjoyed entertaining stories she told. But now, she was held up in the field where he and her had first met.

Really! He thought angrily, staring at the two dark blue foals. Both of then were asking for trouble, judging by how far they were going. The stallion found it obvious of where they were going. And yet they didn't listen when he had explained: "Mommy needs some time to get away. She needs to cool her nerves and is taking a break. She saids that you two can not bother her."

Though the two foals hadn't listened at all....

So with one stride across the meadow, he stopped behind the foals. Their eyes averted to where their mother was hiding, deep within it's center. Red and violet eyes stared at him with slight shock. He wondered what they were so afraid of. After all, he wasn't going to hurt his children. He had been giving them the love they thoroughly deserved.

"Amulet," The stallion directed his attention to the lighter of the two, who was staring obsessively into the field, a hunger burning in her orbs. She had only stared at him for a moment, before quickly returning to staring out into the distance.

He sighed, "Amulet," Finally, with one sad look, the filly turned and looked at the male.

"Yes, Father? What can Starling and I do?" He adored how polite she could act. But disliked how distant she could get.

But a smile couldn't help but form on his black lips... "I want you two to actually go to the mommy." Happiness and excitement burned heavily in their eyes. "But first I want you to go and make something for her. Both of you. Call the day... 'Mommy's Day.'"

With two swift nods, shuffling hooves, and excited murmurs, the two foals were gone. He smiled happily, wondering of what they would try to make her.

There would be plenty of time to see, he thought, turning around and walking further from the golden rod meadow.

Mother Prompt (Mother will be called Sadiya in the RP)

The gentle breeze caressed Sadiya as she glided through the trees in a beautiful spring evening, the flowers leaned towards the sun as it drowned itself in the horizon. Free of her motherhood stress, Sadiya decided to land and go see her two daughters, Crescent and Glow. But instead of bouncing around, they were pacing around and shaking their heads.

“What’s wrong? Has anything happened while I was gone?” Sadiya asked as she trotted up to them.

“Oh,” said Crescent shaking her head, “nothing in particular…”

“Why you have wings and we don’t?” Cried Glow, “All we have are this little designs shaped like wings. The only good they do is making us dream we had real wings!” Crescent stiffened and glared at her sister, then turned around to see her mommy’s reaction.

Their mother just stood there, and sighed, “I must tell you something, little ones,” Sadiya began, “A story about when I was a foal, just like you two.” The foals tilted their heads and looked up in interest. “This may not sound anything like your problem, but I hope it helps to understand that not having wings doesn’t make you any better than having wings.” Sadiya tried to recall the story, and tried to make it understandable to the foals at the same time. “Well,” she started, “When I was a foal, I had three siblings, for my mother had two sets of foals, and I was the only one who had wings of all my bothers and sisters. They would try to alienate-” Sadiya paused, trying to think of a better word, or a different way to put it, “They would try to leave me out, because I was different from them. So I asked my father, who, like me, had wings. He told me I was something called a wind soquili, and my bothers and sisters were normal soquilis. Don’t get me wrong, being a normal soquili is great, I was always jealous how they didn’t have wings that got caught in bushes, and how they had lots more friends because there were more normal soquilis than there were winds, and—” She decided not to tell the other half of the story, which might make the foals feel bad so she concluded with, “your father has wing designs too, and, um… you think he looks handsome don’t you?” The foals looked at each other and nodded, “So no more long faces, be happy! It doesn’t mean you won’t get friends, and you won’t have to worry about any wings getting stuck in bushes, and so long as you’re proud to be, you’ll soon forget that you even wanted wings!”

After Sadiya finished her rant, she realized that her foals were asleep! She chuckled and shook her head, hoping the foals will feel better about themselves tomorrow.

Mother prompt responce:



"Mother,..."

Shelinda's ears perked up, at the tiny voice of one of her children. Her blue eyes softened when she looked upon the young filly, and a smile graced her face, if a horse could smile.

"Yes, my dear? You look troubled,...." Shelinda walked over to where her young child stood, draping a feathered wing over her tiny body. Mothers, such as she, could tell when their children were upset, and the look on her face did little to hide it, either.

Shelinda was a patient mother, young, kind, and caring. She loved her mate, and she loved her children with all her heart, and she knew that love was returned. Even when there was fighting and fussing. Shelinda had to be strong for her children, and her mate, when times were down, she had to be strong and loving, even when she was feeling under the weather. She was always there, through it all, and whatever had her young child upset, she was sure to put it to rest.

"I was wondering," the young filly began. "Why do you have wings, and father, sister, and I don't?" Those pink eyes looked up at her with innocence, and naivete.

Shelinda smiled. She knew this would be asked one day. After all, both of her children had gotten their father's winglessness. With a gentle nuzzle, she responded;
"Well, my dear, your father was born that way, like the two of you. Neither of his parents had wings, and so that gift was not handed down to him. Me, both of my parents had wings, and they handed down that gift to me, and my siblings."

Shelinda paused, looking down at the young foal to see if she understood thus far. When she got a slow nod, she continued. "But when a wingless horse, and winged one get together, there is a small chance that maybe, just maybe, those children will have wings. However, it is a small chance. But, just because neither of you have wings, that doesn't mean that I love you any less." the loving mother nuzzled her dear child, who still looked a little down, but Shelinda gave another warm smile;
"You might not possess the gift of flight, but you do have the love of me, your father, and your entire family,...and you are just as beautiful as any winged creature. So take heart, my child, for you have the greatest gift of all, and that is love. There are many out there that have all sorts of different gifts, but love is the only one that can be easily, and readily shared with everyone."


The young foal nodded, and smiled back at her mother. "Thank you momma. Now I understand,...I think." She was still a little confused, but the fact that she didn't have wings didn't seem to matter as much anymore. After all, she had a gift better than that! She had the love of a family.

"I love you momma!"

"I love you, too," Shelinda replied warmly, giving her child one last smile, before the young filly, happy as could be, trotted off into the meadow to find her sister.

And the mother looked on, happy to have her family. Her warm, loving, family.

The mare walks up toward her family in the meadow while fluttering her wings, arranging them so they will not cause her discomfort or looking silly with some feathers sticking out. The mare's mate encouraged her to take a day off from the family to go flying around since she have been feeling quite restless and she feels like her wings need some good work out. She had a glorious day of soaring in the skies, revisiting things she have missed terribly but at same time, the family couldn't leave her mind. She wondered about how her daughters is doing and hopes that they are not running their father ragged.

A smile tugged at her muzzle as she could see her family in her head while she was walking through the forest to get to the meadow where her family is. "Mama!!! Mama!!! Daddy!!! MOMMY IS HOME!!!!" one filly's voice filled the air as a small filly ran toward the approaching winged mother. "Hey little one.." the mare smiles as she nuzzles her daughter as she uses her wing to nudge her daughter toward the middle of the meadow so she could properly greet her mate and other daughter as well. She exchanged short conversation with her mate, quickly updating him on what is going on and him doing the same about the foals. But the conversation was cut quickly by foals' constant stream of questions and chatter.

Both fillies bounces around their mother eagerly, asking questions about her flight, and her experience today. After the mother replied to the questions with patient air around her, one filly seemed to be satisfied with the answer and went off to the designated sleeping spot then promptly flopped over on the leaf bed and went to sleep. Other filly looks troubled as she looks at her mother, not sure about something. She noticed that her mother have wings just like birds but her daddy and her sister along with her don't and she wants to know why. "Mama..." She anxiously starts as she inches closer to the mare's wings and nips at the edge of the wing.

"Yes child?"

"Why do you have wings like the bird.. and we don't? Are we special?"

The mare wasn't surprised that her daughter is asking her those kind of questions because she is the only one in the family with wings. She spreads one of her wings out away from her body and looks at it thoughtfully. She thought she had a perfect explanation prepared in her head for this day when she saw that not one of her offspring had wings like her but the explanation in her head seems to be silly right now. "Well..." She smiles as she looks down at her daughter then she glances at her mate whom discreetly left her side to tend to another daughter. "Come for a walk with me, little one." She murmurs as she nudges her daughter to walk with her into the forest. "Look up at that tree over there." She uses one of her wings to point at the tree where there is many birds with different colors and sizes in it.

The filly turns her head toward the tree and sees many birds of different colors and sizes. She blinks as she looks back at her mother with confusion in her eyes. "Mama..?" She moves closer to her mother.

The mare chuckles softly as she smiles down at her daughter. "Not one of them are same to other bird yes?" She chuckles as the filly's face lit up with understanding but the mother could see that there is more questions lurking in her daughter's mind. "I can see that you have more questions for me, my little one." She noses her daughter's cheek.

"Yeah..! I can see what you are trying to say about everything being different from each other but.. you are my mama..so I am supposed to have wings just like you.. why didn't my sisters or I get wings?" The filly looks puzzled as she tucks herself under her mother's wings, feeling quite content and safe.

The mare tucks her daughter under her wing against her body as she looks down at her. "Your daddy don't have wings just like you guys.." She starts as she takes in a deep breath while glancing over her wing to see her mate moving toward them. "It is surprise.. every time a mommy and daddy have children.. we don't know how the kids will look like. I would have to admit, I am very pleased with you and your sister, little one." She smiles as she nuzzles her daughter's forehead. She didn't mention that she was little bit disappointed that not one of them was born with wings so she could teach one of them how to fly or use their wings. "Little one..." She looks at her daughter. "Everything around us..is the magic of the Mother Earth. You are special.. very special to me and your daddy just like your sister is. Not one soquili is the exact same as other soquili.. there is so many different kind of soquilis.. there is soquilis that have wings like butterfly." She smiles as one small white flutter had impeccable time and streaked across the filly's face.

The filly's eyes went wide as a flutter streaked across her face. "WOW!!!! it is very beautiful" She watches the flutter disappears into the bushes. "I know there is more!!" She exclaims while dancing excitedly under her mother's wings thinking that if her mother says those things, the said things will appear to show the filly what they look like.

The mare tugs on her daughter's mane fondly. "There is soquilis with bat wings, or dragon like wings. But those soquilis need to be avoided because they are very evil." She nudges her daughter. "Diversity is part of the life and magic, my little one." She says as she leads her daughter back to the waiting father and sibling.

The partly cloudy Spring day was most certainly a beautiful one. The lands were fresh from the light morning showers and the scent of flowers and fresh wet grass wafted along the breeze. Dequindre took a deep breath in, closing her eyes as she did so, to enjoy the tranquility of the day.

Skid. Bang. Thump!

The wind mare quickly peeked open an eye. Those defiantly weren't the usual sounds of Spring, but rather most likely the sounds of her two rambunctious little daughters.

"Ow! Sariah!" one hissed, trying to get back to her hooves, "Can't you watch where you're going when you chase frogs like that?!" The filly still on the ground peered up at her sister, ears back, face flushed with guilt. "Sorry Rebecca!" she whimpered. "Sorry?!" Rebecca snapped, "Thats all I get? What's sorry gonna guarantee? That you won't ever crash into me again like that?! Honestly, I wish you were more like mother. She's calm & caring...and...and more intelligent! You don't see mom bashing into me while chasing frogs!"

Sariah looked pitiful. Not only did her sister's scolding drive home, but the fact she liked mom the most and wanted so much to be like her---

Tears welled up in Sariah's eyes. "Why are you crying? You won't run into me again, right?" the scorned sister pressed on. Dequindre quickly decided this was going nowhere good. So being as any good mother would, she stepped in. "Now Rebecca, I know your sister accidentally ran into you. But it was an accident, and we forgive accidents. I'm sure Sariah will do better to watch her way next time."

Rebecca, intelligent enough to understand this was mom's way of foreclosing the situation, gave an understanding nod. "Can we say sorry to each other and go on enjoying the rest of day now, darlings?" Dequindre asked, smiling serenely. "Sorry" both fillies echoed to each other. "Thats better. Thank you both" mother smiled.

With nothing more to say, Rebecca took her leave to go join her father in grazing. Sariah looked up at her mother and let out a little sob. Dequindre's smile faded a bit. "I know your sister said some harsh things, but she didn't mean them---" she began. "T-thats not w-why I'm sad" Sariah whimpered, "Its just...she said...I'm not like you. I want to be like you!" "But you are like me" Dequindre quickly replied, "Inside and out."

"N-no I'm not...I...you...you have wings and I don't" exclaimed the daughter, picking out the most obvious physical difference between them. Dequindre glanced at her back. She happily spent so much time with her mate and daughter's on the ground that she'd almost forgotten she had wings. "Well, that's the only difference I see" Dequindre smiled, "In every other way you're like me."

"What are they anyhow, how did you get them? And why doesn't dad, or Rebecca or I have them?" the filly questioned. She felt a little better, but curiosity was getting the better of her. "Well---" her mother began, "They're wings, they're used for flying and I got them from my family I suppose. Why your father doesn't have them must mean either none of his family did or he didn't inherit them, just as you and Rebecca didn't inherit them" she explained.

Sariah still looked sad. "All they're used for is flying darling and that becomes nothing compared to spending time with your father and my two lovely daughters---" Dequindre had continued, only to be interrupted quickly. "But don't you miss it? Don't you miss flying?! I want to fly like you can!" Sariah blurted. At this Dequindre smiled broadly. "When you're in love...and you have a family...you're always flying. Its like your heart has wings and thats better than actually having them."

"...really? So all I have to do to fly is fall in love?" Sariah questioned slowly. "When you're old enough to find love and have a family, then yes. You will then understand and be able to experience the best kind of flying. Just as I have" she smiled. Sariah's ears perked up, "Alright! Then I'll be as much like mommy as I can be!"

And with that the little filly lept to her feet and gave her mother a big nuzzle. Dequindre of coarse returned the affection and proudly watched her daughter frolic off towards her father and sister to join them in grazing. And once more...her heart was flying just knowing her daughter's was too.

Mother Prompt

Both of your beautiful offspring have taken after their father, genetically. Neither possess wings, leaving you to be the only one in the family capable of flying.

One of your daughters questions you as to why she hadn't been born with wings like you. What do you tell her? How do you explain about the breed differences in Soquili, and why she doesn't have a set of wings herself?

*note: Mother will be referred to as Slate and filly will be Navy

It was a beautiful afternoon, with the gentle warmth that reminded one of how beautiful the world was without invoking the staggering heat of summer. Slate was drowsing under a willow tree, watching one of her daughters playing in the creek. She spared a thought for her mate, Black, who had taken Gray off somewhere else. It was certainly easier to manage the two fillies when they were separate, one under the eye of each parent. Slate didn't want to imagine the sort of mischief that would result if both girls were here.

Navy splashed enthusiastically through the shallow water, chasing frogs, dragonflies, butterflies and anything else that caught her fancy. She ran back and forth underneath a butterfly, watching it as it flew around, then settled on a flower. On that same flower was a caterpillar, steadily munching away.

"Look Mom!" the filly exclaimed. "There's a butterfly and a caterpillar on this flower!"

Slate chuckled to herself. "There are many butterflies and caterpillars. But it's only natural that they should be comfortable. After all, every butterfly like that," and the mare gestured with her nose, having come over to stand behind her daughter, "was once a caterpillar like that." She pointed again.

Navy turned, eyes wide. "Really?" The filly looked back at the flower. The caterpillar didn't look anything like the butterfly - it couldn't even fly! Even as she watched, the butterfly took flight into the bright blue sky. The foal turned back to her mother. "How can a caterpillar become a butterfly?"

The mare smiled. "Well, a caterpillar will eat and eat and eat until it is completely full - and much bigger than it was when it was born - and then it will find a place to hang from and wrap itself in a cocoon. They look like seedpods," Slate explained to her confused-looking daughter, who nodded immediately. Then she continued. "They stay there for some weeks and then when they emerge...a strange transformation has occurred and a butterfly comes out!"

Navy oohed and aahed. Then her face lit up as an idea came to her. "I'm going to go make a cocoon now!" she announced. "Then when I come out, I'll have beautiful wings just like yours!"

Slate gaped at her daughter. Was that what this was really about? It was true she'd been a bit disappointed that neither child had inherited her wings, but she didn't think she'd let that show. Well, maybe it was something Navy had picked up on her own. Swallowing, the mare tried to bring her down gently. "Soquili don't make cocoons dear," she told the girl.

"They don't?" Now Navy was confused. "Well then, how will I get my wings?"

Slate winced inwardly. This wasn't going to be easy was it? She didn't want to be cruel to the child, but she would have to be careful of how she spoke. The mare wasn't one of those Soquili who felt that her race made her superior to others, but she did take pride in being a wind.

"I'm afraid you won't have any wings when you're older dear," Slate told her carefully. "You weren't born with them."

Navy looked confused, then hurt with a touch of anger. "But caterpillars aren't born with wings!" she protested.

Slate sighed. "We aren't caterpillars though. We're Soquili. I'm sorry dear, it's just-" Just what? How much did she want to tell her daughter? She decided on the truth, edited slightly for an immature audience. "It's just that when a Mommy Soquili and a Daddy Soquili decide to make baby Soquilis, no one, not even the Mommy and Daddy, knows what the babies will look like until they're born. Nobody knows if they'll have wings or not, or a marking like the Daddy's on their flank, or anything like that. Nobody even knows if the babies will be boys or girls." The mare had, while speaking, moved closer to her daughter and now she nuzzled Navy. "But the Mommy and Daddy Soquili love their children anyway."

Navy looked up at her mother, a touch of understanding beginning to dawn in her eyes. She was quiet, thinking it over. Finally she spoke. "Did you want me and Gray to have wings?"

The mare blinked. Oh dear, how was she to answer that? She had a sense that if she lied now, Navy would know and it would forever damage their relationship as a mother and daughter. So, she answered. "I would have loved for both you and your sister to have wings, but that doesn't mean I love you any less. You will always be my baby girls."

The foal nodded, as if this didn't surprise her. And it didn't. She felt like she'd grown up a lot this afternoon. "I'm going to go find Dad and Gray," she told her mother after a long moment's thought.

Slate nodded, trying to hide how the careful indifference in Navy's tone hurt. "Go right ahead. You know where the meadow is."

Navy nodded and began to trot off, stopped, and looked back. "I love you Mom," she said, and left.

Tears clouding her sight, Slate smiled after her daughter. "And I love you too," she replied softly, knowing that Navy would know what she said, even though she couldn't hear her.