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Username: The Adorable Panda
Number of Soquili owned: One Usdia here and she is preggers, so a baby is on the way.
Who will take care of this basket: Nayeli (my indian persona. I don't trust Rose to care for it. haha if it's a girl, she'll corrupt her into thinking all males are disgusting and evil. If it's a boy, he'll be neglected D: So Nayeli is caring for the basket. She's much nicer..and she likes babies biggrin )
Fetish Entry: Well, It looks to me that this little darling with share its mother's hair. White with red tips. Its eyes will be a lovely sapphire color. Its ankles a dark blue-gray like its father's. It's going to have a darling periwinkle coat, with lavender legs. And black hooves, yes..I think that's what it will look like. What a lovely little one..

Username: elvyralani
Number of Soquili owned: 4, 3 regular and 1 usdia
Who will take care of this basket: My usdia mare Burryna, she wants kids of her own and would adore taking care of a basket
Fetish Entry: Burryna thinks it'll be dark blue like the mother, though a fade to purple around the hooves and a touch lighter blue for the underside (like the father), might have a little more of that color too, I want to say around the eyes. Dark hair like the father though pieces of red in it. Blue eyes like the mother biggrin Dark hooves since both parents are. I'm going to say a colt in the end.

Username: Ishtanballa
Number of Soquili owned: 1 1/2
Who will take care of this basket: Deirdre
Fetish Entry:

To say that Deirdre was nervous would be an understatement. The expectant gazes of the parents before her did nothing to ease the knots growing in her stomach. She could not blame them though, not with the excitement that must surely be building in their own guts. And all over the contents of a basket.

Not to discount the contents. She would never speak down of something as precious as a young life.

As if sensing the mare’s thoughts, and the attention of its parents, life stirred within the basket. A soft whinny emanated from within, drawing all of the attention of the parents away from the nervous nanny.

Deirdre heaved out a quiet sigh and gathered all of her thoughts. Now, how did she picture this child? Gender, markings, colorings, so many possibilities flitted through her mind that she had a hard time placing them all together. It was like a puzzle with moving pieces.

She slid her gaze to the basket.

Perhaps the best way to catch some of those pieces was to tackle them one at a time. With that strategy in mind, she closed her eyes and willed a picture to form.

“A filly.”

A hazy outline began to form in her mind. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a start. Conjuring images of the parents, she began to mix them together.

“The colors that make up her fur are the same as those that paint the night sky towards the end of sunset, just before night takes over the sky. Gray dominates while slowly darkening to dark blue as it goes down her body. A soft purple stripe runs along her back.”

Within the contours of Deirdre’s mind, a young filly began to frolic. The filly was almost complete, though she looked rather odd without a mane and tail.

“In contrast to her body, her mane and tail are the color of the sky on a nice sunny day. And long, much like her mother’s, so that it can dance in the breeze.”

Something was still missing, but what? As the question echoed within her mind, the frolicking filly stopped and turned its gaze upon her. The filly’s eye sockets holding nothing but a black abyss.

Startled, Deirdre’s eyes snapped open to lock with those of the mother’s. Unbidden, she spoke one last time, “She has your eyes.”

Username: Jynk

Number of Soquili owned: 2. One of them is Swimdeep, the other is an usida mare (who isn't quite named yet). I also have a custom on the way, but I'm not sure Illidan counts as part of the herd yet.

Who will take care of this basket: Since Swim's a mer Soq (and Illidan is not a good choice for a father when he finally arrives), I'll let the usida try her hand hoof at being a nanny.

Fetish Entry: (for sake of entry, I'll call the usida what I intend to name her)

Miyako stared at the basket placed before her. How had she managed to get into this? The basket was almost as big as she was, but there was some appeal to it. She peered at it, equine brow furrowing in thought as the parents watched her expectantly. They were waiting for her to tell them about the foal within the basket. And just who had told them she could do this? Well, she was stuck with it and she didn't want to disappoint. Plus, the idea of predicting what the foal would be like sounded fun.

Dipping her head down, she set a hoof to the side of her brow. She had heard this was how the human psychics did it.. even the fake psychics.. and so this seemed like the appropriate gesture to get started with. "I'm sensing... that it's small." Wait, of course it's small.. it's in a dang basket. "But it'll get bigger and be strong and intelligent."

She touched her hoof gently to the basket. "Yes. Yes, I am sensing alllll kinds of things now. Good things. Interesting things. It's going to be colored much like yourselves, but I feel it will favor the father more. The eyes, though, shall be like the mother's. Perhaps the mane and tail as well."

"Oh, wait! Vision incoming!" Miyako said, putting her hoof back to the side of her head. "This foal will be.. um.. a boy? Yes. I do believe it shall be a boy." She looked up at the parents. "Possibly a girl. Definitely a horse, though." She looked back and forth between the two. Were they buying it? "Soooo.... that's pretty much what I sensed. One thing for certain, it's not going to be a Mersoq. Unless the mother dallied with one and that's impossible. Ha ha ha, I mean, what?" Time to exit stage left. "Let me know how it turns out. Toodles."

Miyako quickly trotted off as fast as her little hooves could carry her. Now to find what big-mouthed idiot told the expectant parents she was a psychic and give them a little what-for, but that was a story for another time.

Username: Hot Lolli
Number of Soquili owned: 5 fully owned full-sized regulars, one co-owned regular, two fully-owned usdias, one co-owned usdia.
Who will take care of this basket: Zul'Aolani with the loving help and attention of his mate.
Fetish Entry:
Zul'Aolani had learnt of a deep-dark secret within himself when his nieces and nephews were born. A secret that he'd not told anyone, not even Linn. When the wild-maned stallion with the fierce looking tusks looks at those small and innocent baskets ... He likes to fantasize about what kind of a child they will be. So naturally he was surprised when he came across one of the most strinkingly simple and beautiful basket he'd ever seen. Protective parents with similar markings and two other baskets had placed it before his feet, watching him closely, but he was so enraptured by the little thing he couldn't even see them anymore. Oh, it was just what he and Linn had been looking for! A little basket for them to love and raise before they had their own. Blinking as he moved, he lowered himself before the woven baby-carrier and smiled gently.

"Hello little one," he whispered to it gently. "Shall I tell you a story? A story of a loved filly from a family the color of the sky after a spring storm?" A sliver of movement from the basket and a nod from her mother encouraged him to go on. To do what he typically did only his in mind when around a basket. "This filly had hair in the deepest gray dipped in reds and silvers, like a coal just taken out of a fire, and eyes of the clearest skies." Pausing for effect he examined the tiny parcel with a tilt of his head. "She was beautiful in her simple honesty. Both on her hide and in her actions. The little girl's colors matched her parents but swirled them together like departing clouds over the waves of the ocean. Anything she wanted, she made hers, with nothing but a blink of her eyes and a natural leadership unmatched by even the most effective of princesses. Her hooves were were solid, matching the gray of her hair and rounding her out, and thundered when she ran." Taking a breath, he leaned closer and pricked an ear forward. "What's that little one? What did you say?" Standing up and looking at the little foal's parents he nodded and grinned at the two of them as big as he could, proud that he could say he'd met this tempest in the basket. "She says she's strong. And she says 'Hello'"

Username: YamiBakuraChan
Number of Soquili owned: 1 fully owned, 1 co-owned
Who will take care of this basket: Allan and my persona.
Fetish Entry:
Bakura turned her head to regard the gray stallion and his two new aquaintences in silent curiosity. Her golden eyes watching as the male ever so gently pushed the fragile basket towards her. The basket itself seemingly starting to shiver as it was passed from one group to the other. Allan lifted his eyes to silently plead to her that he wanted her help in calming the small infant down, that for right now he didn't know what to do to comfort the mass of blue, gray, purple, and red.

"Dearest Allan," Bakura spoke softly gently patting the grass next to her, "some sit and be comfortable. No need to worry. This little one just needs some tender loving care."

With a small relieved puff of a snort Allan did so, coming to curl up behind his second partner as she lightly lifted the basket into her lap, softly starting to hum a small lullaby.

"Do you want to hear a story young one?" she whispered.

The basket wiggled in response and Allan nudged the basket slightly with his nose. Bakura smiled and patted Allan on his neck, getting slightly more comfortable by leaning back into his side.

"There once was a little filly, a vibrant and happy little one who had the world to explore. Nothing was too scary, nothing was too big for this young one. Her vivid blue eyes like her mother would roam about in search of new places to explore. The world was her playground and she would do her best to cover everything she could every single day.

One such day was particularly sunny and bright. And the others of her small herd could see that this made her happy. They spoke of her gleaming dark blue coat in the sunlight, much like her mother, but had the marking of her father, a light violet purple. Like her mother the ends of her mixed black, purple, and light blue mane seemed to be dipped in red paint. They said she shined with the life only a filly could give in innocence. And they loved that about her.

She would stay with them most of her life, never losing her innocence surrounding her body. To everyone she'd meet she'd only show kindness and compassion. This little one had little wild animal friends surrounding her almost all the time, watching over her when her parents could not. The world would turn from her playground to the essence of herself. And she'd protect its many little inhabitants for as long as she could."

Bakura paused caress the basket strands surrounding the little one inside fondly and lovingly.

"She would always be known as the one who brought peace to all those who knew her. And I know she will fulfill this. Will always fulfill this. You have a good family little love. And that will always be your strength."

Bakura lifted her head to look at the mother and father quietly watching and listening.

"I see a loving little filly that has everything going for her. You have everything to be proud of and more. She is a gift. A wonderful gift that I know you will treasure always," she said to them will a serene smile.

"A gift you'll have forever..."