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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 2:30 pm
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:24 pm
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~Latonia de la Courtel~
~Latonia de la Courtel~
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~Latonia de la Courtel~
~Latonia de la Courtel~
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:26 pm
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Lotan, for his part, was enjoying a casual stride and a bright day in the lowlands with the promise of adventure. The trip to the mountains would be his first, and Dyani's as well, which made it something of a novelty in and of itself. But to him, part of the adventure was to be found in journeying to the mountains, as well as what happened once they were there. For her part, the flutter mare did nothing slowly, and apparently seemed to think that only when they arrived at the mountains would the adventure actually begin.
"I am going at a perfectly respectable pace." He argued, his strong legs eating up the ground at a reasonable trot. "I think you are just eager to get to your friend, and that is why you seem to find fault in my speed. While I understand your excitement, I like to think that I am your friend too... So then, why don't you scout on ahead, and I will catch up shortly?"
He gave a vague wave of his tentacle mane, shooing her onward with an amused expression. "You can tell your friend I'm on my way, and catch up while you wait for me."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:46 pm
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~Latonia de la Courtel~
~Latonia de la Courtel~
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:25 am
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:30 am
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~Latonia de la Courtel~
~Latonia de la Courtel~
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 5:03 pm
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“You are a highly uncomplimentary creature, I’ll have you know. I feel it is best to be honest, if you are not aware of this fact.” The draft stallion murmured, his tone sincere and eyes sparkling in amusement. “Carry on then, to your other friend. I am sure I shall be there before your limited attention span drives you into the mountains.”
For all that he had keen enough eyes, Lotan’s narrow crimson gaze lost track of Dyani’s zig-zagging departure in short order. He frowned for a moment, staring upward at the wall of blue and lazy drifting clouds. Try as he might, he could no longer determine where the flutter mare had gone, her flight swift and size small enough to be last in the blue as she streaked toward her other companion.
“Be well.” He murmured to the air, speeding up his steps in reaction to her being out of sight. “Hopefully greeting her other friend will take the edge off this ‘chasing adventure’ business.”
Shaking his head, Lotan lengthened his stride and stretched into a canter. With Dyani out of sight, he couldn’t help but worry she would indeed lose her patience and start off without him. Hopefully this ‘Vas’ would be enough of an influence to keep her out of trouble until Lotan himself could.
“Why did my mother never warn me about the dangers of big things in small packages?”
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 5:14 pm
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As soon as she’d reached her full size, Dyani danced closer to the towering stallion. Her golden eyes were bright and her bells chimed cheerily at the movement, echoing her glee at being reunited with her favorite partner in crime. For whether he wanted it or not, Vassilis was certainly that, though he tended to be a good sport about it when all was said and done.
“Good good.” She said cheerily, flicking her tail happily. “I might have been slowed down just a hair, recruiting another to the game. Near the ocean I made a new friend who had also not been to the mountains, so I told him he should come along. He is particularly curious about the caverns beneath the earth, which I understand are easier to find in regions such as this. Anyway he is coming along, though he lacks the advantage of wings.”
She rolled her eyes up to consider Vassilis’ own wings, snorting. “Not that you would know anything about that. But even wings like mine give me some speed. Still, he’ll manage well enough on his hooves, and isn’t too far behind now. I hope you don’t mind extra company?”
Privately, she rather imagined the two stallions would get along if they did meet. They both had experience trying to corral her enthusiasm, that alone would give them something to bond over. Them, and her brother, if they ever managed to find him. Then again, he was more likely to be on her side, which meant twice the trouble for the stallions to deal with. 'Poor boys.'
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~Latonia de la Courtel~
~Latonia de la Courtel~
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