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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 9:52 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:16 am
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Oliver's dark eyes scanned the meadow, taking in every brightly-colored flower on the ground and every delicate bud in the trees. The day was warm, but not unpleasantly so-- he felt the sun's warmth on his back, but a cool breeze in his face. Oliver's nostrils widened at the overwhelming scent of spring; the lush flowers, the smell of new beginnings. Maybe it was time for him to take a hint from the weather. After an ill-fated romance with the mare of his dreams, he was crushed. But, since his youngest daughter had decided to stay with him instead of wander off to be somewhere else, he felt a swell of pride. Maybe this is what his father felt when he came back to his herd. Sighing gently, Oliver slowly plucked a few blades of grass from the meadow, lipping up the sweet greens and keeping his ears alert for any sounds. Like the voice of a mare talking to herself. His head snapped up quickly, desperately trying to find the source of the voice. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?" Maybe spending too much time with the schizophrenic Darkfire had taken it's toll on him. Or maybe he just couldn't see past the tall flowers. Who knew?
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:32 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:42 am
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Oliver jumped back in alarm, startled by the sudden voice that came out from the flowers. Now he noticed the mare; the same color as the patch of vegetation she was in. What an odd color... "My name is Oliver," he began, taking a step towards the mare. She seemed safe... but there had been instances in the past where he or another one of his herd members thought that something was safe, and it turned out to be dangerous. "I assumed that this was public land," he joked half-heartedly, relaxing a little. "It's not all too hard to find. Biggest meadow this side of the river." He took another few steps towards her, angling his head toward where the sound of gurgling, splashing water culminated. "And the ocean's right over there. I was raised near the ocean." Part of Oliver regretted telling the mare this; the only reason he was raised near the ocean was because his father, Will Turner, had once lived there as well, and the area held a special place in his heart.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:52 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:57 am
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Oliver looked around. Sure, the meadow was nice... but the overwhelming aroma of flowers was beginning to make his eyes water. "Let's go to the ocean, then!" he blurted out, ignoring her other questions. He didn't want to offend her and say that the beautiful meadow was making his eyes water and his nostrils burn, but he had to get out of there. "It's my favorite place in all of the land. My daughter and I..." He paused. His daughter, Rosalind, would be at home, playing with his best childhood friend, Liebe. She had grown into a beautiful mare, possessing the same curled locks as her mother. He couldn't bear to think of her mother at the moment. "...my daughter and I went there no more than a week ago and chased fish in the shallows," he finished lamely. It was the truth, but there was no covering up his terrible awkwardness. Maybe that's why Dusty had decided not to stay with him.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:03 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:11 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:16 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:25 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:33 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:52 am
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Oliver narrowed his eyes against the sunlight glinting off the water, but he nodded. "Yup, that's it," he said after a moment, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was mere yards away from the smooth, white sand... the salty air had penetrated his nostrils, a grin forming on his face. A real, uncontrolled grin. "It's good to be back!" he exclaimed, chuckling, as he broke into a gallop to get to the sand more quickly. He galloped right into the clear blue water, laughing happily, and started to chase after some brightly-colored fish. He felt tears of joy spring to his eyes. He missed coming here, and though he had come the previous week with Rosalind, she had been too like her mother to enter the water; she was afraid of getting dirty. So he had stood in the shallows up to his knees until she decided to daintily get in. Even then, she wouldn't get wet or chase after fish. Now, he was carefree; a foal trapped in a stallion's body, giggling and laughing and having fun.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:57 am
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:07 pm
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:12 pm
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