|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 2:05 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 2:20 pm
Keahi sighed, closing her eyes in a moment's rest. Raising kids was hard work...
*CRASH!!*
Keahi's eyes popped open, the whites of her eyes visible all around. "M-MAKAYLA! What...?" She galloped forwards a few steps in a panicked frienzy, looking for her young daughter.
Makayla peered at her mother with a doleful expression on her cute little face. She pursed her lips, looking from the pile of now-fallen logs to her mother. "... Oops."
Keahi shook her head, wilting as she came to a halt a scant few inches from her daughter. After quickly checking her daughter over for injuries (and finding none,) she murmured in a weary tone "What were you doing this time?"
The filly rolled her eyes at her mother's exasperation. "Making a castle! DUH!" She huffed, kicking at the fallen sticks. "... Just, the sticks wouldn't cooperate."
Keahi blinked, then shook her head. "Well... maybe Grandpa will be able to find you sticks that want to be a castle." This was a little trick of hers: mention her father, and immediately get Makayla's attention fixed on seeing her beloved Grandpapa and away from whatever mischief she had gotten in to.
"GRANDPAPA!" she squealed with delight, galloping about in a tight circle before racing off in the precisely opposite direction of the one she was supposed to go in to find Grandpapa.
"MAKAYLA- other way!"
"IKNEWTHAT!" She skittered about, and raced off in the proper direction this time.
Keahi shook her head, this time with a smile, and trotted off after her daughter.
All the while, she kept her eyes alert, ready to rush to Imperio's aid at the first sound of distress. She had left their son in his care, because he'd been so insistent, but... how was she supposed to trust a stallion that was barely more mature than a foal himself to watch over a frisky colt?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
