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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:48 am
Orah sighed heavily as she stood square benieth a big, spreading oak, her dark eyes cast up into its many branches. Her braided tail swished back and forth as she sighed again, a whistful sort of expression on her face.
High above her, lodged into the fork of the bottom branches of the tree, was a leather ball. Made of many pieces sewn together, then the whole filled with air and sealed tight, it was her very favorite toy. Blue had made it for her so she could entertain herself while her girl was buisy. Her eyes dropped for a moment and she lowered her head and shook it, her short mane dancing against her neck. Blue was often buisy... they didn't get as much time together since they weren't traveling. Her girl spent most of her time making food and working around the teepee.
That brought her mind back up to her caught ball. It was so perfect for kicking around, or grabbing with her strong teeth and tossing acrossed the meadow. But an unwary toss had made it bounce up, lodging itself tightly between the branches. No matter how hard she tried, the rather short mare just couldn't reach or jump high enough to give it the little bump it needed to come free. What was she to do now?
Upset, and getting more so by the minute, the zorse shuffled her hooves and let out a disatisfied whicker, shaking her mane again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:49 am
munch. munch. munch. crunch.
Jolting his head upwards, Brannon quickly, and ungracefully spit out the one that didn't belong from his mouth, bracing himself for the worst. Oh, please don't be a bone, please don't be a bone, please don't be...
Wafting through the grass, he spied a twig bent in half, dripping with saliva and various chewed grass particles. A sigh of relief escaped his lips and his body relaxed, but not before making sure that nobody else saw his splutter. After all, one must keep a dignified profile, and spitting out twigs is definitely not something that would be considered good manners.
Seeing that the cost was clear, he eagerly dipped his head for more munching until a the sound of a whicker is caught him halfway down. Lifting his head slower this time, brows forrowed, he flicked his ears around until he heard the whicker again. Was that a tone of distress?
He took a couple of steps towards the noise before whickering out his own response. Hopefully whoever needs help is close enough to hear him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:45 pm
Orah whickered softly in disappointment, till she heard an answering sound from somewhere nearby. She started, her hooves nearly leaving the ground as her head swung to find the source. Wide-eyed, with ears perked hard forward, she shuffled around till she caught sight of the splotched stallion. She ducked her head in an equine blush, and gently scuffed on hoof in the dirt. She hadn't even heard him come up, she'd been so engrossed in mourning the loss of her ball.
"Um, hello!" She called out to him, her eyes darting up before falling to the grass again. "I, um.... didn't see you there." Oh dear... just what she needed, to have someone witness her embarrassment. Not even someone she knew either!
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