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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 9:49 pm
This is a private roleplay and AIM log between Zenstar (Jackariah Beckett) and Drako (Mahogany Sunset).
 
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 9:52 pm
Quote: Zen closed her eyes and took a deep, long, breath. The spring air was fresh and ripe with the smell of budding flowers. The perfect day to replenish her supply of salves. And luckily she had every ingredient she needed. Gently, she removed each ingredient from its storage and laid it out in preparation. Her mortar rest beside her warm from the mid-day sun. She was about to begin when a soft breeze started. Not wanting to waste the precious smells of nature, she drank in a deep breath before she started. Suddenly, the soft breeze turned strong and she opened her eyes to see one of her much needed flowers flowing away on the breeze. "Oh no!" her breath caught in her throat. She started to go after them. Quote: "Zenstar!" called Drako through the woods, looking for the gatherer. The sun was shining through the trees after long days of rain, sparkling on dew drops. She'd become famous in the herd for her medicines, or as famous as a Vanara could be, anyway - she came highly recommended by all he'd met, and she was a friend, besides. He'd scraped one of his knees practicing, and he was hoping to find something to cover and protect the hairless place until his fur could grow back. Something that sped the growth of the fur couldn't hurt, either. As he walked to the gatherers' clearings, he spotted a flower floating past on the breeze - and right to be caught in the branches of a tree high above. The silvery mare followed soon after it. He gave her a crooked, concerned smile. "I think it's a bit beyond even a stallion's reach, Zen." Tilting his antlers at the tree, he tried rearing up toward it, but to no avail.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 11:57 pm
Quote: Zen's face fluctuated between an agitated concern over her flowers to a warm part smile as she saw the Cerynei. She was about to say hello when his mouth opened and her line of sight followed his antlers. The short lived smile faded into almost a pout. If she weren't too proud to pout. She looked back to Drako and sighed. "I'm afraid you're right." Agitated, her hoof subconsciously kicked at a pebble. If she had not been blind-sided by the current situation, she would have been disgusted with herself for taking her anger out on something. "I really needed that flower, as well. It was to make a salve for burns since summer is upon us." Her eyes wandered slowly down his body, a feat she found often hard to resist more often. She saw the hairless patch on a knee and grimaced slightly. "And how, may I ask, did you acquire that?" Even in her distress of not being able to complete a salve that could help the herd, seeing this stallion injured seemed to almost encapsulate all of her mind. Quote: The smile on his face turned to a frown as Drako lowered himself back to the ground. Those flowers were incredibly important, then - the herd was incredibly wary of the fire, since so many had been driven from the Cerynei Lands by it. Before he could address that, though, Zen pointed out the patch on his leg. The look he gave her was sheepish. "Regular training to keep up defensive skills," he said carefully. He was well aware that not every member of the herd was glad that they learned to fight, and from what he knew of Zen, she was probably one of them. "Somebody's hoof got a bit close to me during a run." His shoulders lifted a tiny bit, though, shrugging. After a moment, he squared them toward her, bent on being respectful - however much he wanted to study the greens of the leaves of her mane, it would be rude to stare such. "It's of little importance now, though. Do you have more of those flowers? They sound incredibly important."
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