Lycia leaned forward, her ears rotating forward as well as if trying enough would somehow magically give her the ability to find the foal they were after. She inhaled, her nostrils flaring, and held completely still for a moment, counting to fifteen in her head. When she received only the chirp of birds and the skitter of animals against the barks of trees, she exhaled in a rush and returned to standing normally, her hands on her hips.
I thought I’d be able to hear him or something, she told her sister, her bottom lip fitting snuggly between her lips as she chewed on it in thought. She was trying to stay optimistic, but a little creeping sensation of doubt began to worm its way into her thoughts. What if he was beyond this forest? What if he was hurt? What if he was dead? The last thought made her eyes go wide and she looked down to the place where her sister had been squatting a moment before.
She didn’t see anything that looked like blood or fur so he couldn’t be hurt…and he certainly couldn’t be dead. But, how in the world were they going to find him? They had never done something like this before, especially not in the real world. They were only allowed to play in front of their house and when they did play in the back yard, there was no digging because they would get messy.
Oh, maybe singing might attract his attention?
Hey, what if we sing! she asked, her face immediately brightening as she brought out her finger cymbals, put them on, and pinged them together. Clearing her throat, she hummed a little intro tune before words spilled from her mouth, coated in the familiar teal of her harmonic magic.
Baby mine, don’t you cy. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest you head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine~