Spring-5th-517 AV
8th bell
8th bell
Soft puffs of warm breath tickled her hair, not quite warming her neck through her tangled mane. Her eyes lit with a grin as she looked down to Shai, whose eyes focused above her, on the very familiar horse hovering behind them. Still, Wildfire's presence didn't end the task she attended, and she let him huff and puff at her shoulder while she worked, he could keep little Shai entertained.
Her hands were busy, the slowly closing circles of her fingers pressing milk down from the heavy udder before her. Leti was still under her gentle hands, letting Naiya sit close as she worked. When she was done milking the heavily pregnant zibri, Naiya moved her bucket first, clear of startled feet just in case. Then with a hand on the zibri's flank, she stood slowly, cooing soft sounds at her.
Still, Leti was a nervous creature, and she gave Naiya a few nervous looks as she moved. It was a far and away change from the flighty calf she had been, but not better yet. Naiya hoped that one day the zibri might not panic under the attentions.
She lifted the bucket and moved off, blowing her lips at Wildfire who bobbed his head at her in understanding. He was tired of milking too. Luckily for them both, Diani was sitting beside Riha, and she was the last who needed tending. The young girl worked so well with the animals, a better hand than even Naiya herself. It was a blessing, really, if one borne of tragedy and loss. Still, the young girl's focus was admirable.
Sensing her attention, Diani looked up from the task, a grin on her face proving that the work was more than a chore. She already loved these animals as much as Naiya did, and that thought was enough to bring a smile to Naiya's own lips. This sweet little girl was fast becoming a part of Naiya's heart. She hefted her pails of milk, both quite full, and moved towards the pavilion, Wildfire a comforting presence at her back.
She covered them both, leaving them inside the pavilion to sit for a while. If she was going to make butter she needed to separate off the cream, and that took waiting. Not that she would let the time go to waste. With her hands free, Wildfire was bossier, he nosed her shoulder, scooped up her hands, lipped at her hair.
She was as happy to be done as he was, and she let him fuss while they walked, happy to let her hand float on the soft skin of his nose or across the tangled mane on his neck. For all his play, Wildfire was gentle, far more so now with little Shai as a beacon of happiness between them. They didn't play while in motion, but when Naiya was still, the strider let little, uncoordinated hands reach for his muzzle and swat at his mane and sometimes pull at his lips. Her Wildfire was practically tamed by her bosu.
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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant
