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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2022 2:23 pm
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Brighid knew that look, especially with two of her own at home and who knew how many on the way - her wings hid her burgeoning belly well. This little colt had been up to mischief, perhaps reluctantly, sometime earlier in the day, and now had come to regret it. She let out a little sigh. Internally, she made herself a short to-do list that would need to be accomplished before continuing with her day:
1. Find him something to eat. 2. Find him his people.
"Well," Brighid said, "first things first. What do you like to eat that you think might grow in the forest?" She was not about to upset him more by commenting on the fact that, depending on his mom, she might very well be steaming that he had disappeared for so long. While Brighid's relief whenever her foals reappeared far outweighed her anger when they ended up getting lost, not all mothers were the same.
As the foal got to his feet, Brighid took note of his features - the tiny horn on his forehead and the little winglets on his ankles pointed to a hopefully kind mother who would understand her son getting up to a little misadventure. "I'm Brighid, by the way," she added, hoping he would feel somewhat more comfortable with that knowledge.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2022 4:58 pm
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"Nice to meet you, Graziano," Brighid said cheerfully. "Now, what say you to finding some berries?" Nodding to him, she set off in the direction from which he had seemed to originate, hoping that they might find his family during their search to placate his hungry tummy. She imagined he would follow her, given the quest he had (basically) just assigned to her.
Thinking about the description of the berries he provided, Brighid attempted to identify which ones he might be talking about. Her thoughts eventually arrived at the conclusion that he probably liked mountain huckleberries (reasonably common), blackberries, and strawberries. She wondered where he had had such a treat as strawberries - she was aware that they could grow wild, but the only place she had ever seen them was in domesticated gardens maintained by humans or savvy soquili.
As Brighid was familiar with this area from gathering herbs, she led them toward a place she believed a few huckleberry bushes grew. They had rooted themselves in the trunks of fallen, decomposing trees, taking nourishment from the nurse logs. "How large is your family?" Brighid asked, making conversation. "Having a family name is not altogether common, but it makes the impression that you must have extended family out there, too."
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