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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:05 pm
 Rosalind trotted beside her companion, AF Goldenes Herz, aka "Just call me Liebe already!" The two of them weren't going anywhere special, weren't doing anything even relatively important. They just felt that they needed a day away from Oliver's watchful gaze and brooding appearance.
"So, as I was saying," Rosalind began again after Liebe had gotten distracted. Even though Liebe was older than her by quite a bit, Rosalind felt as though she was more mature than her father's eldest friend. "Are you even listening?"
 Liebe swiveled her ears around and pretended to listen to Rosalind. She enjoyed playing with the younger mare, she really did, but right now... the beautiful spring day, the way the young grass was already sprouting through the frost-bitten, dead grass made her feel giddy and twitchy on the inside.
"Yeah," she said absently, sticking her nose close to the ground to inspect a tiny flower. "Yeah, those butterflies really are something." She heard Rosalind's exasperated sigh and giggled.
"Just kidding," she joked, spreading out her wings and letting them soak up the sunlight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 2:43 pm
 Dasyn trotted through the fresh grass letting the sunlight dry his damp fur. It was finally warm enough to go in the water so he had decided to take a little swim which rid him of excess debris from the winter making him feel refreshed. He fluttered his wings lightly and shook his head a few times, it wasn't long before his mane was dry again and back to its thick, fluffy self. As he continued to trot through the grass, almost completely dried by the sun now, he saw two figures a little ways off in the distance. After hearing a small laugh he decided it would probably be safe to go closer. He continued with a smile, afterall how many kalonas are known to giggle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:16 pm
Rosalind continued forward until she heard a noise not far off in the distance; her father had taught her to be wary of every noise, every snap of a treebranch and every shrill cry of a bird. But this was no bird; Rosalind spotted a green-blue figure coming toward them.
"Liebe," Rosalind whispered hurriedly, nudging her companion gently to get her attention. "Liebe, who is that?"
Liebe, coming out of her trance-like state, squinted her eyes to try to see the figure in the distance better. She smelled on the wind that it was a stallion... and from what she could see, his wings were the most un-Kalona-like things she'd ever seen.
"I have no clue," Liebe whispered back, a grin forming on her face. She looked at Rosalind for a moment, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
"Hey, you!" she called out for the stallion. "Helllooooo?"
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