Breathe

Horse: Daezanzii
Competition: LE Liberty Show


ART

Having some fun on the beach at night~

Naijisi's beautiful daughter makes her debut in liberty just like mommy XD She has some expectations to live up to!
She was born with the power of water but no wings ability


Breathe by TSFH

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Warning: Demeta likes talking to just about everything

     

    “You think she’s ready?”

    “Of course she is.”

    Aaree raises his eyebrows at Demeta, who is smiling softly, feeding Naijisi carrots.

    “You hear that? This guy doesn't think your precious baby girl can handle a liberty show,” she says sweetly to the mare. “He must not know who you are.”

    Aaree grunts. “It’s a magic show too.”

    Demeta tilts her head to the side. “Zanii can do enough to compete. Remind me the next time you two are at a water trough together.”

    Aaree ignores the teasing threat. “I’m just saying, there will be other Lisqars – full blood ones – that will be able to do a lot more than she can. Like fly.”

    “Maybe so, but none will be as beautiful as she is. She has the most amazing mommy and daddy a magical horse could ask for.”

    “You’re gonna keep mentioning that, huh?” Aaree grumbles.

    “Yes, ma’am, I am,” she says sweetly to Naijisi, who had just finished the carrots off. “Good girl.”

    Aaree stands up from leaning on the stall beside her. “Whatever.”

    Demeta waits until his footsteps are gone before whispering to the mare, “Aw, someone’s Mr. Grumpy-Kins.” She smiles and blows a kiss to her. “I’ll be back later. Love you!”

     

    “Hey, gorgeous girl, you ready?” Demeta asks the young mare, getting ready to lead her toward the beach. The moon just rises above the horizon across the water, the sun having already set. The cloudless sky is illuminated by the moon’s reflected light. The glowing gems and hair tips make the mare’s movements apparent and fluid in the night air.

    “Now is the time to be sassy like your mum, okay? You’ve seen her show off. All you have to do is be the beautiful girl you are and you’ll make your debut absolutely unforgettable.”

    She cups her soft muzzle in her hands gently and looks at the royal blue of her eyes. “And your mum and dad both won their first shows so you kind of have to live up to that.” Demeta smiles and kisses her nose. “Which I know you can if you want to. And also….”

    Demeta takes some of her long forelock, the dark brown that fades to blue and then a softly glowing white at the end, and runs her fingers through it.

    “… Aaree doesn’t think you will. We need to show that jerk who he’s messing with. And all you have to do is play with the waves like you did at home, okay?”

    Daezanzii picks up the scent of the ocean and pricks her glowing ears and gazes at the water lapping at the shore.

    “Yep! You’ll be in there soon, I promise.”

    Soon isn’t soon enough and the mare half lunges, only to come to a halt, then starts prancing sideways, lifting her head up high above her short human handler.

    “Hey! What are you doing!? Stop it – we’re in public – they’re looking at us, you know!” Demeta whisper-shouts, tugging on the lead and her neck, half mortified at the sudden mischief.

    Instead of calming her down, Zanii plants her hind hooves and half rears.

    “No – come on!” In a change of plans, Demeta starts jogging toward the water, and Zanii launches after her into an energetic trot.

    They reach the water in the general vicinity of the place they’re supposed to start at and Demeta wastes no time in removing the halter and standing back. The moment the halter is gone from her head, Daezanzii snorts and hops sideways and then leaves Demeta in a quick burst of wind and some damp sand on her clothes and trots off into the water, head lowered and sniffing at the water.

    Demeta drops her arms, still holding the halter and lead and lets out a held-in breath as she watches her_{-I-mean-Naijisi’s} baby girl as she starts making forms of water rise from the surface around her, drawing on the water from around her hooves, keeping herself mostly dry as she moves around the shore.

    Demeta flaps a hand at her lazily. “I’ll… come back tomorrow morning… and get you… maybe....”



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