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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:28 pm
Quote: Sawyer paused in his steep travel down the hill side and cursed, unbelieving. It was that same mare again; the one with the apples on her side. She was becoming an all too common sight, it felt like. You can tell Sawyer's affliction with the opposite sex was waning- largely due to the help of the brash mare that didn't look all that mareish bugging him about animal cruelty of his chicken-- because of his lack of shying from.. what was her name? Chase? Something like that... "Oi!" He called from the hill side with a little miffed expression. "Are you following us?" Quote: Chaci blinked, lifting her head from some particularly yummy grass when the stallion approached, hollering. What was biting at HIS hooves? Males were so weird. When his words sunk in, the cream coated mare leveled him with a displeased look. "I most certainly am not. I was here first, if you recall. Not that it matters, I can be wherever I choose." Following HIM? Please. Chaci had better things to do. ...Well, not really. But she wasn't following him, that was for sure. Quote: Was she always eating? Sawyer felt the chicken whoosh out from between his front legs and head straight for the mare, with all the grace of a bow legged crocodile uphill in snow. The feathered pet tripped in the steepness of the hill side, rolling the rest of the way down to land against the mare's hind leg. Looking upside down at the mare, Milly bacocked her welcome with excitement. Snorting, Sawyer reached the bottom of the hill with an exasperated look at this chicken. "She missed you, apparently." There was a hint of accusation in his tone. Quote: Chaci held out her hind leg to soften the chicken's fall, laughing gently when she was given an excited greeting. "Hello Milly..." Leaning down, the mare pressed her nose to the bird,bumping her gently, before nuzzling her. "She's apparently the only one present to likes me." Shooting the stallion another look, she returned to munching on her grass. She may as well attempt small talk, though she knew it was often a futile effort. "Anything exciting on your travels?" Quote: Sawyer snorted along with another eyeroll as his bird found its footing and flapped excitedly about the mare. Stupid bird. "Don't be melodramatic." He commented lightly, deciding if she could eat with her mouth full, so could he. Yanking up grass in chunks, Sawyer eye'd her in sideways glances. "So..." he swallowed. "You're not following me then?" He confirmed, an eyebrow raised. "Because its like you're following me." As if that wasn't his obvious opinion. Sometimes, Sawyer was best when he was too nervous to talk to girls; he hadn't quite learned that while he was better at physically talking, that didn't necessarily mean he should. Quote: Chaci had the good sense to not be offended at the melodramatic comment, after all, she was a Phantom grandchild, and as a result... they were ALL dramatic. It was genetic really. Lifting her head, the mare tried not to stare at him like he was a total moron. Did she NOT just say she wasn't following him? "Its hard to follow you here when I was here FIRST. I should be asking if YOU are following ME." He really needed a lesson in how to talk and not make an a** out of himself.
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