The Last Whisperer

Chapter Two

A/N: Just as a fun fact, A/N means Author's Note. Fun fact: I had to search that up. 

Extra A/N: See? It's only been one day! This chapter was a lot longer than expected. I only expected about 200 words. 300 at most. Guess what. This part is 573 words including the Author's Note. 

The whole Whisp Herd was out foraging with Prism, the lead mare, of course in the lead. Eliza thought it was a good idea to go with them. So she tagged along with Whisper by her side. Bad choice. Not only was it hard to find food in the first place, but if she found some berries or something like that, a foal would come and snatch them away. Eliza got increasingly frustrated and shooed them away every time they came close. 

Whisper on the other hand was having a grand time. He snorted with laughter every time Eliza had to shoo away a foal. When Eliza turned to glare at him, he would pretend he was searching the undergrowth for small edible plants. Finally Whisper got caught in the act. Eliza snapped, Why don't you go search for some berries and see if these foals will bother you! 

Whisper obliged and soon found a bunch of foals stuck to his tail. He tried to shake them off, but with no luck. At last Whisper was saved when Prism called the foals over to teach them how to forage. 

While the foals were busy bothering Whisper, Eliza had gathered a reasonably sized pile of food. As Whisper returned with one measly blueberry, Eliza smirked and waved her arm at her pile. 

 Whisper's jaw dropped. How did you... Never mind. At least we have some food. 

It was those foals. With them bothering you, I could forage with no interruptions, Eliza explained. 

Ohhhhhhhh. That explains it. 

Whisper, I want to ask you something, Eliza pulled Whisper away from the herd. How come your hair seems to have a gold glow instead of a silver glow like everyone else?

Whisper looked extremely uncomfortable when he answered, It's because my father isn't a whisp horse. He's a regular horse. 

Eliza thoughtfully said, Huh. Is that why some of the whisp horses treat you differently? Oh... Prism made the decision and because she's the lead mare no one argues with her. So that means that she tolerates you, but not everyone does. Was your mother a friend of hers? 

Whisper observed, Sometimes your brain makes mine hurt. 

Ignoring him, she asked again, So was your mother a friend of Prism's?

The brown whisp horse nodded. She was actually her sister. Prism loved her sister and couldn't bear to drive me out. 

Well that certainly explains a lot. Look, the herd's leaving. Come on. We have to carry all of this back, and I definitely am not going to carry it, Eliza called over her shoulder amusement glinting in her bright green eyes. 

Grumbling, Whisper let Eliza pack all the food they found onto his back. 

Here's a little remember to vote "comic": 

Whisper: *clicks on vote button* 

Vote button: *turns orange* 

Whisper: AHHHH! WHY'S THE STAR ORANGE!!!!????

Eliza: Orange is good. Doesn't gray mean sad somewhere? 

Whisper: So the star was sad and it turned orange because it's not sad anymore... Then, voting's good! 

Eliza: Then, whoever's reading this, please vote to make the star unsad. 

Together: And after that, goodbye for now!