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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 12:25 am
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"Aren't we always on our best behavior?" Nash asked, tail-tip twitching as he bumped his mate playfully. He didn't have quite as much fear of Ace as Kinak did but still. Best not to mess with new parents or the self-appointed friend/guardian of said parents and their brood. One ear flicked back toward the others, listening to all of the explanations about head-butting or not and so on. After a little while, he stopped paying attention ... which would prove his downfall.
Small teeth clamped onto the end of his tail and Nash squealed, jumping into the air and twisting around, trying to free himself. "How come she doesn't have to play nice!! Ow! Let go!" the cat yowled.
Symon blinked when he apparently hit the wrong target, stumbling forward a little, then looking back over his shoulder to see one of his sisters snort at him. He spun around a little less gracefully and snorted back, tail swishing behind him. Lowering his head, he prepared to continue the battle. But then everyone started lecturing him and he stood up straight slowly, staring around at the adults. But ... but... he was just trying to have fun and play like the goat and his other sister!! How come they could be he couldn't!?
His expression fell into a pout, and he barely paid any attention to the goat's long talk about when it was and wasn't ok to headbutt. He didn't like being in trouble. Stomping his hooves as he walked, he sulked over toward Astrid and Isaak. "Sorry," he muttered, repeating the word he was told to say, and nothing else.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 1:11 am
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Savannah was satisfied with Symon's apology and nodded her approval, only to glance back to where Ace and Liv were, only to see a new scuffle taking place. Savannah exchanged a look with Tove and then she distanced herself from the others by a few steps and reared back, giving a shrill whinny and kicking her legs into the air, before slamming them on the ground in front of her, commanding attention and silence from the others (though with these foals, goodness knows how long it would last.)
"Enough!" She said. "No more headbutting, biting or rough-housing for today. We will establish when such games are acceptable, but your mothers have had enough of it for today." She called over to the horned filly. "Liv, release Nash's tail this instant and come over here with the rest of us." She tapped a hoof on the ground for emphasis. "Now, Liv." She nickered, glancing at Tove.
"Suppose it's time to show them around, Tove-dear? Since they've certainly become acquainted with their family." There was already a weariness in Savannah's eyes as she looked to her love mate. She knew that there may be fuss, but she hadn't estimated that it would occur so soon after these baskets had popped. What more should she expect from her sons and daughters? She wondered.
Astrid pressed close to her pale brother, finding comfort in him, rather than her louder, more aggressive siblings. She glanced at his tail and perked her ears curiously, before turning to look at her own fluffy tail. If you asked her, she'd reply that her brother clearly got the cooler tail of the two of them all, even the one her sister was biting into.
When her brother who had knocked her over and her tan mother came over to her she raised herself up as tall as she could, becoming very straight and tall as she gazed upon him. She took a step forward, looking down at him, before smiling at the word he spoke and inclining her head towards him, bumping her muzzle gently against his own. She forgave him. Was there a word for that?
She spooked at the sudden loud cry that emitted nearby and she scampered back to Isaak and her silver mother. Her sister, Liv, apparently, was biting someone else. Why? Why did her siblings have to be so violent? She thought and then flattened her ears, ducking her head to her chest when her tan mother shouted for their attention and calm. Astrid trembled slightly and moved to stand with Isaak. He was quiet and not one bit violent. She felt just as safe with him as she did with her mothers. As for Symon and Liv... Maybe she'd like them more if they quieted down. She'd see.
"Oh dear... Liv, that's not what I-" Ace tried to call after the filly, only to fall silent at Savannah's cry, looking sheepishly at the mare. Her head drooped and she nodded slowly. She felt embarrassed, but she'd been so excited! Still, she remembered that these were Savannah and Tove's foals. While Liv may have more similarities to Ace and while they had clearly taken to one another, the closest that she may ever get to be would be Auntie Ace.
She stayed where she was as she observed Liv and Savannah. Savannah had gotten Symon to apologize, it seemed, but Liv seemed so headstrong. Ace couldn't help give a nod of encouragement to the young filly. This was the best thing to do. Ace certainly didn't want to remember today as a day of fighting and she hoped that no one else did either. Glancing over to Volney where the bird was perched, she exchanged a look with him. They certainly hadn't expected any of this from the little ones, had they? Then, looking away from the bird, she returned her gaze to Liv and Savannah, hoping for everyone's sake that all would go well and that they could get onto the next thing on the agenda.
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