It hadn't seemed like long after she had found her beloved Ochoco, Wica found herself heavy with foal. Well, that time had come and gone and now she was a mother of two beautiful children. One bearing the horn of their father, but both sharing wings like her own. Her heart was all a flutter when she say what came from the woven baskets. Over joyed that she was a mother to them and their father was hers alone.
Today seemed like any other as Wica laid resting, watching her children play in the open. Pyry seemed to like testing his wings, she wondered if he would pull the same tricks she did to find his own... Well, she was getting a head of herself, but fate had played it's cards for her in that manner of speaking. She was often preening her daughter's mane and wings to make sure she was always looking nice, course she would preen her son's wings as well. Couldn't spoil one without spoiling the other now could she?
"Pyry, do be careful" Wica shouted as her son's hooves lifted off the ground a bit as he was testing his small wings again. "We don't want you hurting yourself or your sister."
Pyry was young, very, but he loved the thought of having wings. They seemed to make him who he was, though often he was stretching the limits with them. Trying to gain flight before his sister, though she would have something he wouldn't have. The horn of their father, she could heal where he could only fly. But he was still special right? Well he was often told that by his mother, though he took it with great graces, but he wanted to be something more.
"Come sis, I bet I can get off the ground before you." He challenged Autumn stretching his wings before looking back at mother. "Of course mom. I'll be careful, won't we sis?" he asked looking back at his sister, hoping to ease his mother's mind.
