Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank watches from the stable door, the evening's feeding schedule and stall-cleaning forgotten. I love all the imagery here (including the critters above), especially as quite the lover of storms myself. The sneeze is a great touch. Grinning at little Wilhelmina trying to bite the breezes and the 'tasting of the tempest' we'll soon see from the grown-up Wilhelmina.
The wind begins to eddy beneath her robes, tendrils of magic chasing themselves over her ankles, along her calves and up her thighs. Ooooooeeeeerrrr to the wole paragraph (including, of course, the sturdy boots ♥).
Love the touch of the unicorns' hooves sending flakes of magic into the air.
they'd been nudging each other with their horns, which Wilhelmina's textbook had told her they did when they were about to mate. . . / Oh. Ahahahahaha. Grinning at half-grown Wilhelmina, here, too. Glad to see the unicorns don't discriminate.
Mmmm lovely storm section. Wonderful thing to experience, that.
Perfect earthy Wilhelmina who can join in with the living and elemental world in a way few (perhaps Pomona and some others, in different ways) might understand. I always fangirl elemental-type magic, especially when it's seen as more of a life-force and can be experienced in many different (sometimes unconventional) ways.
"All right, greedies," she says, laughing, and heads towards the storage shed with its chow barrel. And back for the perfect ending. One knows the world is still turning when there are hungry creatures forever waiting to be fed.
Now I'm disappointed that all I've got outside is a few occasional drops of rain. I'll be waiting for the next proper storm.
I love all the imagery here (including the critters above), especially as quite the lover of storms myself. The sneeze is a great touch. Grinning at little Wilhelmina trying to bite the breezes and the 'tasting of the tempest' we'll soon see from the grown-up Wilhelmina.
The wind begins to eddy beneath her robes, tendrils of magic chasing themselves over her ankles, along her calves and up her thighs.
Ooooooeeeeerrrr to the wole paragraph (including, of course, the sturdy boots ♥).
Love the touch of the unicorns' hooves sending flakes of magic into the air.
they'd been nudging each other with their horns, which Wilhelmina's textbook had told her they did when they were about to mate. . . / Oh.
Ahahahahaha. Grinning at half-grown Wilhelmina, here, too. Glad to see the unicorns don't discriminate.
Mmmm lovely storm section. Wonderful thing to experience, that.
Perfect earthy Wilhelmina who can join in with the living and elemental world in a way few (perhaps Pomona and some others, in different ways) might understand. I always fangirl elemental-type magic, especially when it's seen as more of a life-force and can be experienced in many different (sometimes unconventional) ways.
"All right, greedies," she says, laughing, and heads towards the storage shed with its chow barrel.
And back for the perfect ending. One knows the world is still turning when there are hungry creatures forever waiting to be fed.
Now I'm disappointed that all I've got outside is a few occasional drops of rain. I'll be waiting for the next proper storm.