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 Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:47 pm
 Istas had met a fair amount of males, well even at that older males in her sneaky adventures. She wondered if there were any girls her age around. Forte had fallen a sleep again and Istas wander off as usual. She reached the field, but she didn't feel like running. Her eyes fell on the woods, she had never gone that far before. She moved forward a little, wondering if it was worth it or not, but she decided to go for it anyways.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:40 pm
 The little foal gave a snort of victory, smug as she pranced through the underbrush and slowly got further and further away from her home. For the first time, Beatrice had succeeded in eluding her brother and mother, finally able to slip out from beneath their otherwise watchful eyes and into the woods and on her own.
With this triumphant air she began to explore beyond the boundaries their mother had set into their minds, finding no fear from the large trees and green shadows cast by the leaves. It wasn't so scary in here, what was the big fuss about?
At last she could see brighter light ahead of her, picking up her speed until she was racing towards the field that suddenly came into view. For a moment she was blinded by the sudden bombardment of sunlight, skidding to a halt as she shook her head viciously, trying to clear her vision. But she was laughing despite the dull pain, stomping the ground playfully as slowly her vision returned to normal.
Finally she could see, blinking a few times before her smile faded slightly, head cocked to the side as she realized she wasn't alone in the field. Still standing mostly in the trees, she took a few curious steps towards the other filly, a new smile forming on her face.
"Hi!" she called out suddenly. "Never seen you around here before, live nearby?" Of course, this had been the farthest she'd ever gone from her home, so the fact she knew of no others of her kind beyond her family wasn't much of a shocker. This of course did not click in her head until after she spoke, though her features didn't falter despite her blunder.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:34 am
The voice brought her attention right over to the other foal. She was happy it was a female. The lack of females she found a little daunting. With a sense of joy, she made her way over to her. "Hey!" She returned. The colors of the female were very different from what she was used to seeing. They were pretty though. She always wanted to have markings like Forte, but her birth parents were both mark less. "I live over at the river." She beamed proudly. But the other foa may not have even known where the river was for all she knew. "What about you?" She asked in return curious about where she had come form.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 3:55 pm
The enthusiasm she was greeted with spurred her own, bringing the brightly colored filly out of the shades completely, grinning. "The river? Ah, I see," she nodded as if understanding where exactly that was. Was she referring to the one her mother took her and her brother to to bathe and drink, or was there another river where this foal lived? Questions questions.
In regards to her own local, she tossed her head back, indicating the forest behind her. "Back that way for me." She took in the sight of the other filly with a sense of kinship. Both were lightly colored, though Beatrice found the strange markings across the other's forehead and neck to be rather fascinating. The soft markings across her body looked so much more appealing than the obnoxious pink twirls across her legs and by her eyes. Ick.
Giggling, she made a sweeping bow, one foreleg bent as she did so. "I'm Beatrice, though you're welcomed to call me 'Tris' for short." More giggles, and she straightened, beaming. "And who might you be?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:08 am
Istas felt the ache in her legs to bounce around with joy seeing the other girl. She tried her best to control herself. She had some lovely colorings on her. Istas always found herself to be a little plain, mostly when others like Beatrice. But she didn't mind it. "Ooh I've never that way I'd love to see it some day." She commented. Solange and Forte never let her venture to far.
She wanted her bow and tilted her head. She had never ha someone do that before. So she herself tried to copy, and looked rather awkward trying to do so, and stumbled. She gave a lightly cough with a flush on her cheeks. "I'm Istas~ You have a lovely name."
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