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 Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 10:32 am
As she leaped over an old, rotting log, she wiggled her wings as they lifted her up a little, allowing her to glide and land gently. As her hoofs touched the ground and she continued on her way to the stream, the filly smiled to herself; she had a wonderful dream the night before - in her dream, she was already a mare and she was soaring through the air, high up where the clouds were... Although she knew that her small wings would not allow such feats, it was still enjoyable to be able to do that in her dreams.
"It would make a good story," She giggled, musing to herself, feeling in an exceptionally good mood. As she neared the stream, she could hear the rather therapeutic sound of the flowing water. Eager for a drink, Fleurite picked up her pace. When the water finally came into view, she did not hesitate before dipping her muzzle in, lapping up the water happily.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:47 am
 Hydro looked around as she walked through the woods feeling better that she had a basket to look after. It laid on her back and she somehow was able to tie it on with the help of Heha. She walked slower so that it wouldn't fall off her back because she didn't want to risk hurting the little one inside. She was trying to be a good nanny for the baby, not someone that hurt kids. Though she didn't understand why she of all people had to watch the basket. It wasn't like it was a burden, but most of the time she thought she was going insane. She would spend hours talking to it as if it was going to talk back to her. The most it ever did was wiggle or shake a bit, but never did it make noise. Maybe she was losing her mind.
After reaching the clearing, she lowered herself to the ground and bit the vine that strapped the basket onto her back. Sliding it off, she gave a sigh of relief since it didn't tumble anywhere. "Your getting to be heavy little guy." she said to it and felt herself losing it again so she shook her head in annoyance. "I'm talking to a basket." She laughed sarcasticlly thinking that if Calon saw her now he would down right laugh in her face. Looking across the open plain she saw a foal by a stream taking a drink.
Rising to her feet, she gently pushed the basket along towards the stream feeling like maybe some company from something that actually talked would be nice. Stopping, she caught her breath and looked up. "Hello there!" She called out in a monotone voice and that was one thing that didn't seem to change about her even if she was having the best day ever. "I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you little one, but do you mind if I join you?" She said as she nudged the basket over more until finally it was near the edge of the stream. "It's been a rough couple of days watching this basket. I need some time to relax." She nodded and looked to the young foal. "What is your name? Your very pretty for your age." She said with a small smile as she nuzzled the basket a bit. "I'm Hydro and this basket is from a friend of mine. I have been calling it Mint because it looks like it to me." She shrugged as she looked back to the foal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 11:09 am
Fleurite froze like a deer in front of a car's headlights when she heard someone greeting her - it was a mare's voice, but surely some mares can be as dangerous as stallions? It was also quite alarming as she hadn't heard or seen anyone approaching... She was too absorbed in her own little world. However, as the mare rambled on, the filly decided that it might be best to check who exactly was talking to her. Slowly, she straightened up, water sticking to her maw as she turned her head towards the source of the voice and-
A mare with a basket? A mother?
She finally tuned in to what the mare had been saying, and quickly nodded with a blush, realizing that she must had seemed quite rude by keeping silent all this time. Turning her whole body to face the stranger, Fleurite blushed again at the compliment, "Th-Thank you... Yo-You're very pretty yourself, Hydro." The filly frowned a little, "And you do look tired! Please, come and have a drink! The water's really cooling and refreshing."
Her attention turned to the basket, and she quickly realized that it looked nothing like its mother - presuming Hydro is its mother anyway. Her curiosity intrigued, she added, "Is that yours?"
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