Night Time Songs of Summer

*Obsidian* · 04-24-2014, 04:56 PM

Obsidian

WordsRikku was a heart melting little thing. Guileless, innocent. And Obsidian?s maternal side was kicking in. As Rikku?s answer came to her in the form of a negative shake of the head and a shrug, Obsidian nodded sadly. Perhaps the dam had left Rikku here to keep her safe? ?Would you like to stay with me? I can?t promise food right away, but I can help you ease the ache in your belly.? It was then that Rikku decided to stand up. It brought back a lot of memories of when she herself was a foal. The difficulty of standing up at first. Rikku rose rump first, which had never worked out for Obsidian; she?d always flopped head over rump back into the stall straw. Or against her mother?s slender, elegant legs, which were dipped in while, the stockings becoming dappled and flecked with black, before the white fragmented away into black, to reappear on the sabino mare?s underside and flanks. She?d had a white face too, with the white fragmenting at the edges.

Rikku was on her feet, and the natural lessons about personal space was obviously untaught, but Obsidian didn?t mind the contact, so she allowed it. Turning her head, she nipped lightly at the filly?s rump, catching a strand of grass that had escaped the tail, and crunched the grass up. She figured that she could teach Rikku how to drink from a stream, and that could hopefully tide her over long enough for Obsidian to set her plan rolling. ?Follow me. I have something to teach you that will help you feel less hungry. It?s not a permanent fix, but?? The large black mare turned, ambling toward a spot she knew would contain a stream.

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