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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:22 pm
This is a PRP between Swirly and Swirly.. xD
Mother/Daughter ---> Lovey Dovey and CandiFloss
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:23 pm
Lovey had a headache.
The headache was the size of the side of a mountain.
For her, it was hard to believe two years had passed. Two years since she had gotten pregnant on that fateful day, carried her babies for so long, delivered three beautiful girls and had commenced in trying to raise them in a way that she could be proud of and they could love her for. Unfortunately, doing something like that was rarely as easy as people tried to make it out to be.
Fudge and Honey, her youngest and oldest, were out somewhere today. They too had become adults and she had been forced to let the leash of “I’m your mother, that’s why” go and it had been a bit of a bitter pill. All the memories of good-night stories, playing, and other nonentities could make her ache all over if she let them over-whelm her.
It was just as well that the other two girls were out… She needed to have what would probably serve to be the most frustrating day of her life.
Of course, those had been her thoughts nearly two hours ago, and as usual, CandiFloss hadn’t let her down. Her head was aching and Flossy was looking to be getting more and more petulant as each moment passed.
The problem?
Her hair.
Lovey had garnered attention for quite awhile for having such interesting hair. Fudge and Honey had gotten her hair so-to-speak. Not nearly as long (thank god for that) but almost as poofy and so very similar to her. Part of her heart ached whenever she saw them… To be young like that again.. Not that she was exactly over the hill.. Bah.. Where had her mind wandered to…
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:28 pm
SPLASH!
The noise made Flossy grin in delight. Her delicate white socks were immersed up to the kneecaps in mud, her overly long curly mane was bouncing all over the place in wild disarray and her medium-orange tail was trailing along in the water that had so much debris and mud swirling around in it. Her bright neon-green eyes danced in sheer joy and happiness. Water was truly a blessing, but really made it special was the mucky stuff that made squelching noises when she sloshed around in it. Of course, her pale tan coat was flecked with mud and her nose even had a bit on it.. All well…
She continued to play in the water happily, knowing full-well that her mother had something she either wanted to talk about or nag about. Flossy was betting money on the nagging part. Not to be confused, Flossy had always loved her mamma, had always run her ragged, and plans to always do that. The new-found freedom of adulthood did make her itch more than a little bit to be truly free from rules and stuff.
Yet, just when she was thinking it was time to be free she was finding out that adults had a whole other set of rules and junk that had to be applied to them to be happy. Well, it someone didn’t like her that was okay-fine with her!
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:33 pm
Oh lord give me strength…
Lovey turned around carefully to see her beautiful middle-child mucking around in a stream like the filly she was so used to seeing. The headache that plagued between her eyes lightened for a bit before she saw just how much mud Flossy had managed to attract in one fell swoop. Groaning nearly silently she made her way over to make an inspection of what she saw. Lovey didn’t want to seem like some looks-obsessed “Worst Mother of-the-Year” candidates, but Flossy needed to learn just a bit about personal appearance and all that came with inheriting her rather painfully thick hair.
Her bright green eyes, those that were nearly identical to the ones that Flossy had gotten, narrowed and searched carefully. It was going to be a long long lesson. Luckily, Aely had agreed to help out just a bit when it came to getting Flossy cleaned, trimmed, and sharpened up a bit. For herself, Lovey had Aely fix her up around every other day or so, but it would probably go down now that she wasn’t willy-nilly chasing after little ones.
Sighing, she walked to Aely and pushed her a bit in the back with her nose. The two-legger would probably get the just now a mare out of the water much easier than if Lovey tried to cajole or demand that she come out this instant or to come here sweetie. Neither of which she was in the mood for.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:36 pm
The two-legger, more commonly known as Aely, nearly groaned herself. Where her first mare, Lovey Dovey, was reserved and respectful of what was going on around her. Flossy was the opposite. The bank of the stream would probably have to be strained to a bit to get rid of the mud or they’d have to walk farther to get water til it all settled. A general rule of “no splashing” was followed by her family and the others in her tribe. A pond not too far away was the chosen place for all horsing around (haha pun) and other silliness that everbody got into once in awhile.
Stopping at the edge of the water she began to click and whistle to Flossy. She was either the most obliging baby.. Or it was mare now or Flossy would drag her heels, pin her ears, and try to bite anything that got too close. Hopefully, today was not going to be one of those “bite your head off if you get too close to me days.” Later in life she prayed that Flossy would mellow a bit, but she hadn’t changed an inch from her babyhood.
“C’mon Flossy, your mamma wants you and you’ll like it if you don’t get stubborn on me!”
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:41 pm
Lord give her strength…
Flossy lifted her head and arched her neck coyly. She could see very well and understood just as well that Aely and Lovey wanted her to come out of the water. What she could also see is that her mother was not going to make the journey into the water and neither would Aely. The decisions of what to do danced in the impish mind for quite some time before she began to prance. Her tail lifted high as if somewhere in her blood she had some sort of Arab and her neck arched in much the same manner. If it weren’t for the water and mud she would probably even come off as being a rather pretty young mare right then.
Since she, like most other Soqs really couldn’t speak two-legger, she didn’t understand all that Aely had said. In fact, if she had heard that little bit about getting stubborn Flossy would’ve stayed in the water until she developed fins. The tone had been reassuring enough so she stepped forward slowly, sloshing and dragging muck with her.
After all, if she had to get out of water she might as well make as much of the noises she liked until it was time to be officially out of the water. Lovey didn’t look too happy with her but at this point and time the curly-headed wild-child didn’t give too much of a care.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:46 pm
Lovey moved to stand at the water’s edge, as close as she felt like getting to the mud and her muck-encrusted daughter. A slight grin spread along her face. The past couple of years had shown the mare how to lighten way way up, so the smile was thinking of how not even a month ago she had taken Flossy into the water and had her splash and slop around like one big old mess. It had been a good time for the both of them and now she was going to have to try to explain why not that wasn’t going to be the very best idea.
The main problem was that Flossy had gotten curly hair. It was thick and very long. When the ringlets of curls were undone they reached the little mare’s knees. That meant that without the proper care she’d be frizzy all the time and that wasn’t really anything that anybody found all that attractive. Even if Flossy didn’t really give a crap about the lesson she was going to learn today or even for the next year, someday she would probably appreciate it. If nothing else the pair could look back on what had happened and get a pretty good laugh out of it all.
Her mouth opened and nothing came out of it so she closed it again. Where did she start? Sighing deeply Lovey simply looked at Aely with pleading eyes. The two-legger would probably have to get her washed off, rinsed, and dried before much talking would go on between her and her daughter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:50 pm
A small grin spread across Aely’s face as she enticed Flossy to come and stand on some nice green grass under the haven that was a shade tree. She kneeled down with a jug of water she had brought along for today and many many towels. Speaking soothingly she poured the cool fresh water sparingly on her leg before rubbing her down. It was a form of horsey sponge bath that would probably take the better part of an hour to complete.
While she was washing, the human sang softly. Flossy loved music. When she had been little and fussing and obviously making Lovey want to strangle something or someone she had sung and that had almost always lulled her to sleep. Her as in Flossy.. Not Lovey. Although the mare probably could’ve used more than a few spare hours a sleep each night. Her voice rose and fell soft and sweet through the air.
Soon she was done with one leg.. Then another.. Then another.. Then the last. The spot on her nose, the flecks on her underbelly and the bedraggled mess that was her tail would take a little more time.
Time seemed to be crawling but over an hour, close to two later a very impatient but very clean mare stood where Flossy had been dripping mud.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:02 am
Flossy tried to hold back her sighs.
Her rage.
Her general sense of “what the hell is the use of all this crap.”
The bright green eyes that had been dancing around with such happiness now looked at her mother as if she had tried to shave her head bald and make her dance the samba. Boy, was it weird being fully clean. Even the spots on her that usually felt clean were nearly tingling with the cleanliness. Bah! What was the use of being so hyperactively clean? Nobody would really care if she was a little too dirty or a little too dusty, right?
Suspicion slowly etched across the little mare’s delicate features. She was shorter than Lovey, but wasn’t rounded the way her mother was. Maybe in future years she would plump out, but right now she had just managed to get rid of the extra leginess that came from being so young. Her body finally fit together fluidly.
Then it happened…
Aely was coming at her with..
With…
Hair-care products.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:08 pm
Lovey cleared her throat and stepped up to nuzzle at Flossy affectionately. She appreciated that Flossy had held her temper back in and knew full well that she didn’t particularly care to be held still, cleaned, and then not be able to move at all. Conceding a bit, Lovey spoke softly, “Why don’t we take a walk while I explain then we’ll come back to Aely?”
The liquid the two-legger had was a strange gel substance that worked well if worked into hair from the roots down to the tips sparingly. Some mares used too much of the stuff or perhaps had something else they threw into their manes that made it look crunchy and a bit sickly in Lovey’s mind. She had seen how Aely used the stuff and wasn’t worried about that happening to her daughter.
Simply put, Flossy would have to have a bit more care with her hair than others. While she had passed on curls that didn’t usually look as frizzed out and foofy as others.. It still took a bit of behaving to make sure that the appearance given off was an appealing one. Some would probably think her an idiot for taking such care of hair, but when Flossy’s mane was loose and wet it hung to past her knees. When the ringlet curls were in it bounced several inches above her knees happily.
“You’re an adult now…” Slowly.. They began to walk.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:14 pm
Aely grimaced a bit and sat down with her legs folded up beneath her. Her back ached from kneeling to clean off the mare so carefully and now they were walking around. Luckily, Flossy was dry enough that she would probably manage to stay decently clean through their walk and if either of them thought she was going to clean up the snow-white fur around her hooves again.. They had a surprise coming to them!
The jar in her lap seemed to have “Doomed” stamped across it. The mare seemed the sort to be happy in some sort of disarray and instead of using it as often as would be needed it would probably be a “when I chase you down”
Lovey didn’t know that the jar she had was a stronger and more permanent formula that probably only needed to be used once a month or once every other month. Thankful to have a mother that knew about herbs and how to make salves, Aely had asked what to do about a rather wild filly and a fretful mother. Lovey wouldn’t be happy if her daughter was running around a hot mess. Flossy wouldn’t be happy if she had to be fussed at every day.
A week later the jar in her lap had been given to her. Work in through dry or semi-dry hair and let dry. One of her mother’s Soquilis with curls had gone out and gotten filthy on purpose, the stuff had worked like a charm.
She prayed it would work.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:21 pm
Flossy listened in almost dumb-founded silence as her mother spoke about behaving like a lady and having herself look well-groomed at least for the most part. She was wild. That was who she was! Now her mother wanted to be a perfectly well-rounded lady that.. That what? Said please and thank you and excuse me even when it wasn’t called for? Oh-no-siree-bob. That was not her and a lot of arguing was going to be going on if Lovey thought that was going to..
Oh crap.
Then the guilt trip had begun.
I’m your mother.. I’m doing this because I love you.. Is it really that hard.. Can’t you do it to make me happy?
Both of her ears pinned down as if she were trying to block out the noise and grumblings that she was receiving. It didn’t work. Sighing slightly the young filly shook her head slowly and made her first beginning movement to agreeing to what her mother wanted, “Just what precisely will I have to do…”
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:22 pm
Lovey nearly leapt with joy.
She knew it had been a cheap trick trying to use guilt on Flossy for something as stupid as her hair, but Lovey still had a bit of her old self in her and as silly as it sounded.. She didn’t want Flossy to feel like a mess or to have to have some snide mare make a comment or a stallion to look down at her for not being as “pretty” as others. Of course, if someone said that to her she didn’t want her daughter to be with someone like that but… it would still hurt and she’d avoid having her babies feel hurt if she could.
They had slowly made a few mile walk around the general area and Aely wasn’t too far ahead. Her voice wasn’t really excited so much as pleased with the way things were going (without having smugness to it) “You’ll just have to come home once every so often to have something that Aely and her mother have made.” Lovey wasn’t overly sure how often.. But saying everyday didn’t seem like that good of an idea. Heh. She hadn’t really understood what Aely had said when she’d been spoken to. Silly human-speak.
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