For Marsiela and Zoomba only do not post without permission please. ((Bransle is an an old French follow-the-leader dance just in case anyone was wondering))
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:33 am
Zoomba loved the feel of the air following through his hair as he trotted through the open plains. He hummed a merry tune as his hoof beats kept time. After all why would Zoomba be anything other than happy? He was meeting new friends and his mother seemed happy with Danuwa around so he felt it was alright to stray away more often thought he was always sure to go back after too long.
Suddenly something caught his eye, a butterfly...or a moth it was a flying thing. It reminded him of the nicknames he called his sisters and he giggled. Perhaps he should nick name everyone it was more fun then calling them by their real name and you could get different reactions with different names. Anyways his mind pinging back to the buttermothwhatever, he watched it's movements and began to tap out a beat with his hooves. The butterfly swayed right tap tap ta tap and left he repeated the beat with the other hoof, before he knew it he was following the butterfly and tapping his little heart and throwing in random sounds to complete the effect. One thing Zoomba knew for sure, he was soooooo weird.
Marsiela galloped away from her teepee and soon found herself in some open plains. She giggled as she often found herself tumbling about in the grass, either from tripping on the sleeves around her front legs or just because she wanted to. The spotted mare didn't even mind the bits of grass getting stuck in her hair and mane from her actions.
She eventually slowed to a trot, getting a bit sore from her tripping, no matter how much fun she was having doing it. Nickering softly, she actually took the time to enjoy the scenery, watching as birds twittered and flew over head. A smile formed on her lips as she traveled further into the plain. Over time, she saw another figure appear in the distance. Smiling, not really caring if the other wanted to be alone or not, she took off in a gallop again and made her way to the other.