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 Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 6:05 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 12:29 pm
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They were both grown now, Tinks that came and went as they pleased, though not much had changed since they were smaller. They still plotted some scheme, they still chattered and joked around, they had grown up physically but sometimes it seemed they that was the only thing that had changed. And Tourmaline loved it. Though she wandered off every now and again, tricking couples out of baskets to give the younger ones new playmates or even using her newly acquired figure to amuse herself by flirting with and taunting other males, Tourmaline always came back to the hallow.
The world away from the Lost Foals was strange. It had rules and ways that she didn't understand and now that she had grown, she felt eyes upon her, judging her for how she behaved and she hated it. She preferred the pampering she had received as a filly, the older ones had always felt bad for a young one seemingly lost and separated from parents, and they shared their food, their stories, and even their affection with her. She had loved it and now it seemed those days were gone. The realization had left the gem-adorning mare with a sour taste in her mouth after a most recent trip to find some knickknacks to decorate her place in hallow with. Tourmaline loved anything that reminded her of the stories that she had heard when she was younger. Princesses with pearls and fancy jewels, fancy evenings with dancing and banquets held in the honor of the princess, yes, they were exactly what Tourmaline wanted in life and she was more than happy to sweet talk, flirt, and flaunt her looks to get the possessions she wanted most.
Some how, Halvar had convinced her to go out with him in search of food for the foals and she wasn't pleased with her decided agreement any longer. The mare would have much preferred to stay back and mope around as she had been doing for the past week or so. With a great huff and a roll of her eyes, Tourmaline walked beside the winged stallion as they searched for food or some poor sap to steal it from.
"Whyyyy are we out here? I'd much rather be at the hallow admiring my baubles," she pouted, daintly lifting her hooves and inspecting them for any signs of dirt. Right now she wanted any reason she could to leave, even if Halvar was a dear. She was still in such a bitter mood from the discovery that the old ones seemed to look at her funny. The mare had been a princess in their eyes not too long ago, she certainly hadn't changed, and it was so... so frustrating!
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