[PRP] Fluff-Heads Unite! (Lorimer Encantador&Mariposa Neive)

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This is a self rp between Lorimer Encantador & Mariposa Neive

 

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Lori trotted down the path, the wind blowing through his perfectly curled mane. He would swear up, down, left and right that he spent hours carefully twisting each strand around pinecones or whatever else he could find to maintain those bouncy ringlets, but the truth was that he didn’t have the patience for such effort. No, those curls were one hundred percent natural, just like his brother’s. But that was hardly the point. His image of a self indulgent fluff head did not fit with someone who simply tossed his head and achieved perfection. No, he needed to appear vain enough to commit that kind of time and effort to such beauty. Oh, he was fully well aware of the fact that most who actually DID put that much effort into their appearance preferred to claim that it was all natural. That was part of vanity, wasn’t it? To want to appear to be naturally beautiful and flawless? But Lori wasn’t really vain. He was a showman at heart, and vanity and dramatics were often times confused. At least when he tried his hoof at them they were. So, here he was, trotting through the fields, letting the wind ruffle his naturally curly hair, contemplating not his next hair style, as he would claim, but whether or not he could find someone else to which he could devote his time, energy and thoughts. That was the best solution he had found to keeping his thoughts from drifting to his own past… to block out the pain…  

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Mariposa wasn’t bouncing, as she often was. No, for once, she was staying perfectly still, staring as intently as she had ever stared. She was determined, oh yes she was. She would not lose this competition. Nope, not her. She was going to win. She had always lost in the past, but that was because her attention span simply didn’t last as long as her opponent’s. She always ended up looking away first. But this once, just this once, she was going to stare her opponent down to the bitter end. She had always lost, but today that would become a false statement. Because today, she was going to win! She was so focused, a rarity for the flighty little usida, that she didn’t even hear the pounding hoof beats of someone approaching . So focused that she didn’t think to move. Didn’t know she should.  

[divena]

Years of being Kyad's twin brother were the only things that stopped Lori from face planting when he suddenly came upon a pale blue little mare. She seemed to pop out of nowhere, which he knew, logically, wasn't possible since she was kneeling, staring intently at a blue flower. He managed, barely, not to yelp as he bunched his muscles and leaped over her at the last second, managing NOT to crash into her and thus hurting her. When he finally managed to stumble to a halt, he turned to stare at the little mare. Before he could stop himself, before he could remember that he was supposed to be insufferably flowery, he asked, "What are you doing?"  

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The words registered when nothing else would have, though only barely. Without looking away from her opponent, or even blinking, she answered, “Shhh! Don’t distract me!” Anyone could see what she was doing, after all. It was a staring contest to end all staring contests. It was the ultimate battle to determine who was the best starer ever! Even a blind person could see that! She giggled softly at her own thoughts, then forced them back on track. “Focus!” she chided herself. “You can do this!” She would not be distracted! Not when she was so close. Her opponent was about to look away. She just knew it! She could feel it in her bones! Just a little longer….  

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Lori shushed for a few minutes, but he continued to watch the smaller mare uncertainly. She looked, for all the world, like she was having a staring contest with the flower. But that was ridiculous, of course. She couldn’t possibly be doing that. The flower didn’t have eyes for one thing. For another… why would anyone do something like that? Oh, sure, as a joke, maybe. Or to throw another person off, a gag maybe. He could probably be accused of doing stranger things all in the name of dramatics, but a staring contest with a flower? No, that was a bit beyond him. Besides, what was the point of that without an audience? So, no, she couldn’t be having a staring contest with the flower. Maybe she was waiting for it to do something else? Or maybe there was an insect of some sort on it? He leaned down to study the flower himself.  

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When the stallion leaned down, he disturbed the air around the flower and caused it to sway a bit. Mariposa, naturally, assumed the movement meant the flower was beginning to waver. Quite literally, actually. Victory was within her reach, which was just as well. She could feel her eyes beginning to burn. She had lost track of just how long she had been staring at the bloom. An hour? Maybe two? A day? Had it gotten darker? Had it already been dark when she had started? Ah well, it didn’t matter! She merely had to hold out a little longer! And then she would be the undisputed champion! Her thoughts drifted off to wander what that meant. Undisputed champion. Why would anyone want to dispute a champion? Wasn’t that the point of being a champion? Shouldn’t the term just be a champion? Her eyelids felt a little heavy, they started to droop and she shook her head quickly but not sharply, forcing her attention back on the flower.  

[divena]

Nope. He couldn’t see any insects or any reason why she was still staring so intently at the flower. It was a pretty flower, sure. A lovely purple color with several petals forming an almost rose shape. It wasn’t a rose, he knew that much, but he couldn’t quite place what type of flower it actually was. That was something he would have to fix once he had the opportunity. Maybe this little mare could tell him what type it was… assuming he could ask without being shushed again. Well, there was only one way to find out. “Pardon me?”  

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“Shhh!” she shushed him again. Really, how rude could some people be? “I’m about to win!” The flower stood strong, despite Mari’s best efforts. Almost against her will, and with a great deal of effort not to, her lids lowered and she blinked. She groaned and flopped over onto her side. Foiled yet again! Ah, but next time she’d win! Yes, she would! She blinked again and finally noticed the stallion beside her. Forgetting about the struggle she had just undergone, she smiled brightly at him. “Hello!”  

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“Hello,” Lori responded, amused and bemused. The way the mare had flopped over had made it seem like she had just gotten some very disappointing news. But then she had bounced back. Now he knew that he could jump from expression to expression at a moment’s notice, but that was usually just another facet of his act. Somehow, he doubted this little mare was acting. If he was right, then she was clearly a very happy individual. Or maybe she hadn’t really been disappointed in the first place. “May I ask what you were doing just now?” he asked, curiously. He really did want to know what had been so fascinating about that flower, and also what type of flower it was. Still, he had the feeling he shouldn’t bombard her with questions.  

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“Hmm?” she asked, confused. She cast her thoughts back to what she had just been doing. Let’s see. She had been noticed the pink stallion. Before that, she had been laying on the ground. Before that, she had been kneeling, blinking. Before that, she had been staring at the flower, in the middle of a staring contest. Before that she had been laying on the ground again. Before that, she had tripped over a log. Before that, she had been trotting. Oh! He must have been asking where she was going. She smiled again, rather pleased at figuring out what she was being asked. “I was just following the wind,” she explained. “Have you ever heard the expression, ‘where the wind blows?’ I have and I was curious what it meant, so I thought I’d follow where the wind blows.”  

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That… made no sense. He wondered if perhaps she had misunderstood his question. Ah, that was fine. He could be patient. After all, he had to be in order to find the perfect matches and then convince them that they were perfect matches. He offered her a charming smile. “And where did the wind take you?” He asked, politely. Perhaps if he followed her train of thought, he’d eventually get around to the reason she had been staring at that flower. And from there, he could actually ask her WHAT type of flower it was. If she even knew. It was possible that she didn’t, but that was something that he would deal with when it became an issue.  

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“Well, I thought that it might be like a rainbow,” Mariposa explained, rather happily. “You know, with a pot of gold at the end? Or maybe silver, since the wind is more common than a rainbow. Maybe something sweet to eat? Anyway, I thought there’d be a prize. But then a log jumped out and attacked me!” Well, she tripped, but it was the same thing, really. It had been vicious and mean, and she had been lucky to get away without more than a little dirt in her mane and on her coat. At least, she didn’t think she had gotten hurt. Aside from the initial shock and pain of hitting the ground, she didn’t feel any pain.  

[divena]

He hadn’t known logs could attack people, but he didn’t know everything. Perhaps it wasn’t a log, but rather something that looked like a log. Though what that could be, he didn’t have a clue. They weren’t near any rivers or ponds that could have crocodiles or alligators. Though he supposed if one was a familiar that wouldn’t have mattered where the familiar was. Somehow, though, he doubted that the little blue mare had tripped over an alligator. Ah… maybe that was it. Perhaps she just tripped. He could understand exaggerating a situation to make the story more interesting. “What happened then?” he asked, smiling.  

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“Well, after that, I found this flower and I realized that it was my old nemesis,” she explained. Okay, so maybe this particular flower wasn’t her nemesis, but one very much like it was, that much she knew. She would recognize that purple color anywhere, be it on a flower, a bird, or another soquili. Though… now that she thought a bit more about it, she couldn’t quite remember WHY that particular color was so rooted in her mind. She just knew that purple went along with champions, and champions won competitions. And the only competition that she could ever remember being in was a staring contest, so that must have been what she had been playing at when Purple came along and defeated her. She was certain she used to be a world class starer. She remembered that. Sort of.