Bella stood in the woods, watching proudly as her beautiful daughter and her handsome, brutish son frolicked in the grasses and weed with an endearingly childish folly, wishing she could have those days back, and living them through her children's every experiences. Each experiment, and each little discovery, was like it was for the first time, not only for them but for her. She cherished every precious moment, a smile plastered on her face.
Warlock found a butterfly and stared, cross-eyed, as it fluttered it's beautifully marked wings of golden yellow on his nose. Poppy came prancing over, and she slowed to a skidding halt, then she too gazed in awe at the magnificence of what would be considered ordinary to most. Warlock could no longer stifle his sneeze and the butterfly went pirhouetting once more into the skies, and both foals smiled broadly. Poppy giggled and hopped, trying to catch the funny flying creature.
(DL179, since the foals are half yours too, would you like to play one of them? I would prefer to take Warlock if you don't mind.)