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 Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 3:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 4:09 am
It was always small this, tiny that. It was all that anyone ever noticed about her! Honestly! As if her height was the only significant thing about her. Weren't there other minis out there? She couldn't possibly be like, the last minicorn or something, right? Nahhh that would just be silly!
But she didn't let such things bring her down. The little minicorn was making her way around this meadow picking and choosing flowers. Whenever there was one that she found eligible she would carefully pluck it and then with a practiced tongue would wedge or weave them into the growing bouquet on her back. She had started her day by wrapping a vine all the way around her chest and midsection - not too tight though! And from there began to weave the flowers into that. She was going to become a bouquet today. At least that was the plan! She had a good amount of her left side done, a few patches on her right, but both her chest and shoulders were going to be a challenge. Those were the hardest to reach properly! But she would figure it out when she got there.
Oh what a pretty daisy!
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:49 am
Zatarra stretched lightly. It was a bright and beautiful day out there, and he was free to wander a little ways to the meadow and stream nearby. It was just the kind of day for it. The warm succulent sent of honey in bee hives, and the luxurious scent of flowers wafting on the air into his nostrils.
Itzel and Azland were with their father, so he was alone today. They seemed to prefer father's company while he preferred mothers. It always left him a little alone. He didn't really have anyone his size or age or whatever.
The flowers were so tall, and he was short for his age so he almost had to swim through the sea of flowers. In the distance, he saw a moving patch of flowers. It swayed and moved through the flowers and he ran trying to see what caused it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:09 pm
There! Perfect! She had plucked that delightful daisy and stuck it right where it belonged, in it's destined place in her growing bouquet. She had only a moment to admire her arrangement though, before there was something making noise to her left.
Turning her head to see what could possibly be making such rustling, Dahlia's eyes grew wide as she saw the grass wildly swinging to and fro as something obviously ran towards her as fast as it's hooves carried it. Well, at least she could tell it had hooves... so that should mean it didn't eat meat, right?
She steadied herself and tried to straighten up to face whatever it was, because it was about to be here. Her little legs shivered in a bout of fright, but she stood her ground, because damned if she wasn't going to at least try to be brave in the face of what could be danger!
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:57 am
Zatarra couldn't help himself when he saw the flowers moving. He just had to know what or who it was. In total disregard for himself or safety, he'd bounded after it until the thought struck him. He slowed down immediately, worried about what danger he could be bringing himself into. His mother had warned him about the dangers of barreling into things head on. She'd told him about meeting with a mare named Mary.
He shivered as he took a few steps closer. He looked through the flowers until he saw a brightly coloured mini. She was pink and black and white with a field of flowers on her back. The colours danced on her back and wafted their sweet scents on the breeze.
He tilted his head and shifted his wings back closer to his side. "Hello, who are you?" He was intrigued by this little flower bedecked thing. He wanted to lean over and bury his face in the flowers she carried, but he felt that might be rude.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 9:04 pm
The mini mare stood there for a few tense moments, legs continuing to shiver in fear. Her heartbeat was so loud that it was a miracle she could even hear her own breathing, if just. Eyes wide and teeth clenched, she nearly jumped out of her skin when the rushing finally came to a stop. Another few tense moments before the now slowly approaching figure finally crested the tall grasses, and only then was Dahlia able to breath once more. Air rushed out of her lungs in a ginormous sigh as her eyes slid to a close as she took a moment to take a deep breath or two and slow her racing heart.
When she did manage to catch her breath she let out a small chuckle, good-natured if still a little nervous. There was no need to be rude to the little foal, afterall, so she did her best to gather herself and reply to him.
"My name is Dahlia, and you gave me quite the fright!" A small laugh that matches her size, Dahlia shook her head, brushing aside the last of her fearful thoughts. This wind foal seemed nice, and for the time being at least, she felt safe. She wasn't one to hold onto bad thoughts for long, so that aside, she felt much better and would pursue conversation if the colt was looking for it.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 9:18 pm
Dahlia. He like the sound of that. Wasn't that a flower name too? He looked at her closely, all pink and stripey and black. She looked friendly and her eyes had a kind of twinkle. At first, he'd thought she was like ...kind of made of flowers, even though he knew that wouldn't really be true. Mom had said there were some soquili who did have flowers on them or growing...or...But was she kidding or...well, he wanted to see.
"Why are you covering yourself in flowers?" He blushed. His mother would be ashamed at him being so rude. "I mean, they're pretty...do you need help or?" He looked a bit confused on how to go on, not sure if he'd offended her or not.
He nosed at the flowers, hoping that she woudlnt' be mad. He was awfully interested...and he kind of really did want to help.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:00 pm
Why was she covered in flowers? What a silly question! She giggled like a young filly, head tilted to the side a little, a light blush on her cheeks. Where were her manners? Here was this lovely young colt rubbing his muzzle into her bouquet and she hadn't even explained!
'Well, I'm making a bouquet, of course! Would you like to help me gather some more? I can still walk straight, you see, and a truly amazing bouquet should be bigger and heavier than me!' she smiled at him warmly, inviting him to gather some more flowers. There could never be too many!!!
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:27 pm
Zatarra smiled. She wasn't mad and she didn't mind if he helped! He leaned down and started pulling up select flowers. He wanted them to be the prettiest and the easiest. "Why did you decide to be a boquet though? Is it as fun as you thought?"
He'd never thought of being a giant flower or boquet. He supposed it woudl be fun, it would smell awful good..but then there might be bees and he didn't htink he'd like that.
"Why not honey though? Or a tree? I think I'd like to be a tree." He moved over closer to her and wove in a few flowers, trying to be as gentle as he could. He'd seen his mother and sister weave flowers in their hair before, and he thought he'd be able to repeat it fairly well. He helped spread out the flowers, putting colours here and there and filling in holes. "How long has this much taken?"
It must have taken her an awful long time to do it by herself, so he supposed she really did like him helping. "OH! I'm sorry, but I'm Zatarra. I meant to tell you before..."He blushed profusely.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 11:37 pm
She smiled and watched the foal skip about carefully selecting flowers for a few minutes. This was a happy day, she deemed. Just like the one before, and the one before that. Sometimes she didn't understand how someone could have an unhappy day when most of hers were enjoyable. And when she could share a happy day with someone else? Well, that was just a happy bonus!
Dahlia began to hum a soft tune and slowly picked her way through the tall grasses as she too returned to flowerpicking. "But how would I become honey? It's all sticky and gooey, I can't become gooey, you know!" Girlish giggling ensued as she added, "Though I suppose I could be a tree if I were really tall, but I'd only be a tree to the ants at my feet!" She shook her head jovially, not dismissing the ideas as silly but simply as not something she could do very well.
"Why, I've been at this aaaaaall day!" A firm nod of confirmation, "But it will be worth it! Almost have both sides done, now that you're helping! Only my shoulders and mane to go, and that should take no time at all since you're here!" She beamed at him, and just as she opened her mouth to say hello, a flower fell over her forehead and onto her muzzle, at which she chuckled and tossed the flower at him as best she could, "How very nice to meet you Zatarra!", not noticing at all that he had taken a while to remember to introduce himself.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 12:07 am
He couldn't help but giggle at her ramblings. It was like when he played with his siblings or mother--when things were light-hearted and frivoulous. The flowers danced and swayed on her back as they filled them in. The cloistered together and made a lovely smell, almost as if they were really being mixed rather than just put beside each other.
He pushed a few more onto her back as she spoke, the flower she tossed hitting him on the nose and causing his face to crinkle. For a moment, he thought he'd escaped it, but the tickling continuted until he sneezed hard enough to knock himself on his haunches.
He giggled loudly, "The pleasure is mine." He paused considering, "Why did you decide to do it in the in first place? And alone? I'd have wanted a friend to help."
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 12:26 am
Her own nose crinkled when the flower hit Zatarra's, as if she had felt it's silk petals skim her own muzzle. She gasped when he sneezed so hard that his haunches hit the soft ground, ears perking up immediately. For a moment she was worried he may have hurt himself-- that is, that she had inadvertently hurt him by throwing the flower. But she relaxed when he giggled, and allowed herself to join in also. Silly sneezes!
She took a moment to consider his questions. She hadn't really thought about it at all! What had given her the idea to become a bouquet that day?
Shrugging she sauntered over and gently lowered herself to the ground so as not to disturb the flowers. "Oh, I don't know! I like flowers, and I suppose when I woke up this morning I was thinking about them, and what better way to be around flowers when I could be in them!" Having tucked her limbs under her Dahlia found herself very comfortable where she lay. Perhaps she would spend the night in this lovely field, she thought to herself. "Well I'd need to have a friend to have one help me, wouldn't I?" She raised a brow at the colt, but her tone was still as jovial as ever. "But up with you, I think! I've still a few patches you missed, and I need my bouquet to be complete if I'm to sleep as a flower tonight!"
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 2:24 am
Zatarra giggled some more as he listened to her. He never remembered giggling this much. He never really had before giggled this much, things were always much more serious at home--his family was just serious type. But she laughed so freely this little mare with her flowers. She covered herselves in them and didn't worry about today or tomorrow or whatever. She didn't worry.
He got up as she said that and became a little thoughtful as he selected more flowers carefully for the blanket on her back. "I don't have any friends either. Unless...are we friends?" He asked outloud. "This feels like friend's I think?"
He sighed thoughtfully, "I wouldn't have ever thought of doing it that way, of going alone...of finding someone on the way. Or to sleep in flowers. I don't think I see things quite the same as you, but that's okay isn't it? We're just different, but we can still be friends, right?" He asked worriedly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 7:44 pm
Settling in comfortably, Dahlia was quite enjoying herself. This foal had proved to be much better company than had first been imagined in the rustling and swaying of looming grass. Just as she found the word she meant to describe the foal as, he said it aloud.
Friend.
Such a powerful word, a bonding in even only it's mention. Dahlia's face lit up (if any brighter were possible) at the foal's piecing together, and she immediately swept aside his worries.
"Of course we could be friends! Friends do not have to think exactly the same, or like exactly the same things, but there is something that friends do need." She lowered her head a little, almost to the ground in fact since she was laying down, and her voice dropped down to a whisper almost like a controversy or great secret. She waited in this heavy suspense so Zatarra could come closer to her, coaxing him to lean in and pay very good attention.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 9:56 am
Zatarra breathed in easily as she confirmed that they were friends. He thought they were, it felt like it...He felt a kind of warm, spreading feeling like heat from a fire in his chest. It spread out into his hooves and all the way to the tips of his ears. It was this feeling of happiness, and contentness.
So this is what friends felt like? It felt an awful lot like family.
He leaned closer, eager to hear what she had to say. "What's that?" His tail flicked and his ears as he leaned close and waited.
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