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ATh e a r t rolled 5 20-sided dice:
19, 4, 17, 13, 15
Total: 68 (5-100)
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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 11:49 am
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ATh e a r t rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2, 4, 4
Total: 18 (5-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 11:52 am
19 - Camellia - Admiration and perfection
4 - Tulip - Perfect love, elegance
17 - Violet - Modesty and humility
3 - Daisy - Innocence, new beginnings
15 - Chrysanthemum - Friendship and honesty
Pink: Joy, grace, kindness, good fortune
White: Purity, innocence, sincerity, new beginnings
Emille lay on the ground, Louvia asleep, curled up against her. She listened to the deep breaths her filly was taking and tried to match the calmness. On the outside, she was relieved as she only had to worry about one filly. The fling with Redondo gave her 3 foals - two of them having disappeared in the night after being stable on their hooves. “Sigh…”
On the inside, she was trying really hard not to fall apart. She had relations with a stallion she thought would be there for her, a partner in life. Instead, she got knocked up and gave birth without him. Eventually, two of her foals had left, and she wasn’t sure if she was just being a bad mother or if their sire had taken them. Emille looked down at Louvia. “I have to try and look after her and whatever foals might come my way…”
Could she even handle looking after more than one foal? Emille was close to tears, but paused as she sensed someone approaching them. She could not sense hostility in the air. Looking around, she noticed a white foal with pastel rainbow wings and faint spots, as well as fluffy ears and tail. The feline features and wings reminded her of Redondo. Was it another child he had birthed into the world?
As the yearling came closer, she noticed he was holding a bundle of pink and white flowers. For a young life, the bouquet was surprisingly coherent. Emille couldn’t help but smile a little to herself. She signaled with her head for him to approach and talked in hushed tones, not wanting to wake Louvia. “Young One, how may I help you?”
Alaric stood up straighter, the bouquet of camellia, tulips, violets, daisies, and chrysanthemums in his mouth. He bowed down and put the flowers on the ground near the mother and child.
“Ma’am,” he said a little loudly at first. “I have to admit, I had noticed you and your baby before while I was lounging in thicker tree thickets… My name is Alaric, and I kind of…” He glanced at the sleeping filly against her mother. “Wondered? If you need some company or help with…” His tail flicked towards Louvia. That first time he noticed the mother and daughter duo walking, he couldn’t help but notice something about the filly. Her mane and tail were still short, legs still too long for her body, but her eyes. He had had a quick look at her glowing blue eyes and was entranced, wanting to know more about the duo.
It took Alaric a bit of time to have enough courage to approach. He was a stranger approaching a new mother and her child, but he was hoping he could at least become friends with them. Alaric knew he’d grow up to be a fine stallion someday - maybe he could protect them?
Emille didn’t mind more company and decided she wanted to test his reactions. In a rather dark, but teasing and still hushed, tone, she questioned the flowers. “Do you know what each of those flowers means when you picked them?!”
Alaric was taken aback at her tone. “W-what do you mean?!” He exclaimed a little louder than he should, causing the sleeping Louvia to wake from her slumber.
Louvia opened one eye and peeked at her mother. She opened both and eyed the new face before lifting her head. “Momma, who’s this? And…” She cocked her head, looking at the bundle of flowers on the ground. “What are those for?” Her tiredness was blinking away as she looked between the flowers and the colt.
“I-I’m Alaric, and I brought these flowers for…” Should he tell the truth? That the flowers were for the filly that caught his eye, or should he say it’s for the mother? His mind started to run in circles, realizing he really didn’t know the names of either of them.
Emille noticed Alaric’s franticness and laughed. “I am Emille, Louvia’s mother. Darling, he bought the flowers for you. They’re pink, white, and purple - they represent joy, kindness, innocence, and new beginnings. They fit pretty well for you, don’t they?”
The filly jumped up, excited. “Thank you, Alaric, they’re super pretty!” She poked her nose into the flowers and took a sniff. “They smell really good, too!” Her glowing eyes beamed along with the smile on her face. Louvia was young and didn’t notice, but her eyes were hypnotic. Alaric, however, did notice.
He couldn’t help but stare into Louvia’s eyes. The bright blue eyes that had drawn him in, the filly that was excited about the gift he brought her - Alaric could feel his heart beating faster. His pale coat would clearly show the blush and redness growing around his face. He eventually looked away and tucked his head underneath one of his wings, embarrassed and unable to help himself.
“Do you know the meanings of other flowers?” Emille could see Alaric’s embarrassment, the pink growing, and she wanted to make it worse. “Camellias - perfection. Violets - modesty. Daisies - innocence and new beginnings. Chrysanthemum - friendship and honesty. My favorite of these? The pink tulips - perfect love.” She exaggerated the end and rejoiced at Alaric’s reaction. The crush on her daughter was very much there, and with his reactions, she didn’t mind.
Young love could happen anytime, anywhere. She could only hope that Louvia wouldn’t run into the same thing she did. Emille hoped that Alaric would truly be there for Louvia.
“The meanings of those are all so pretty, Momma.” Louvia picked up the bouquet and decided to talk through her teeth. “Alaric, you picked the best bunch!” She walked over and nuzzled the bottom of Alaric’s neck, a little too small to reach much else. She peeked under Alaric’s wing. “Are you supposed to be white or pink? or both?”
Emille laughed again, this time at both of them. Louvia wouldn’t understand just yet, but Alaric clearly did. She stood up, walked to Alaric, and nudged his head from his wing. “We would love your company. You’re free to come and go as you please.”
Alaric looked at Emille and nodded. He booped Louvia’s nose playfully. “I’m really happy you enjoy the flowers. I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.”
Louvia bounced around Emille and Alaric, happily holding the bouquet. She had a glorious nap and made a new friend doing it! Little did she know that she had found her life partner.
Word Count: 1,092
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