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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 11:15 am
Op, she called her a rat now. Happiness gone. She snorted in a slightly irritated fashion. "Oh well, I was just going to thank you for telling me my coat was dingy the last time we met. I think it's improved quite a bit, but you just up and called me rat. You'll not be getting any thanks or respect from me if you can't at least be civil." She said seriously. "All I wanted to do was help you out...well at least you saw that for what it was. Your loss really." She added with a shrug, almost ready to walk away.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 11:22 am
Tiffany blinked. Did she say something mean? Rat? "I meant it in the most affectionate way, darling. I do admit that you look much better then you did last time I saw you. I like to take credit for SOME of that. Just about as good as you could make yourself. But face it darling. Your little. And black. Just like a rat. Some things you just can't change" she said, looking back at her stomach.
It was true. She could never change the fact that she was pregnant. And unless something horrendous happened, she was going to be a mother. The mare was still a bit unsettled about the idea. In fact, her head was beginning to pound with the pain of all this thinking.
She felt bad for the twirp, though. Tiffany would have her foals, and be perfect again with Korusi and her children. Flower would always be a twirpy little rat.
"Maybe one day you will find another little rat boy for yourself" she said, in an attempt to be reassuring.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 11:32 am
Flower merely arched a brow. 'Well she's...trying to be nice? That counts I guess. Maybe.' She thought. "Ah, well of course you're due a bit of credit. But, I'd prefer if you didn't call me a rat...perhaps pony or usdia." She suggested. "And I don't need a male to make me happy, but, thanks? Somehow." She said, trying to work out whether that was a kind sentiment or not.
Well, mood swings were fun weren't they? Now the mare didn't seem to hate her. It was far less than mutual but she did understand, if not first hand, the mare's fragile psyche at this juncture in her life and, she was giving an effort.
"But I'm glad you're happy about all of this now 'cause it's a really joyous time and you may never have it happen again. So despite feeling less than good you should be enjoying not having to look completely trim, or holding in your gut. Of course you wouldn't eat like mad but, you have an excuse now." She added.
Oh if Caelen could hear her now. She'd only met the stallion once but thought he was a great guy to be around. Well, this little encounter wouldn't get far.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 12:40 pm
Tiffany tilted her head to the side, not really sure what to make of this request. Was this mare in some sort of denial? Did she that she WASN'T actually a short little freak? Weird. Even when Tiffany THOUGHT she was fat, she knew she was. It was just a matter of trying to hide it.
"Whatever. If you want to be difficult, you can be" she said, her hormones acting up again. Normally Tiffany was absolutely pleasant and angelic. She would never say anything negative. Just constructive criticism in a rather blunt way.
She laughed at the Usdia's last remark. "I used to say that too, yanno" she said with a nod. "And then it just...happened" she said softly. "You aren't bad looking for a ra....I mean, Usdia. So eventually another will come your way. A male. It's only natural" she said, beung uncharacteristically nice for a moment.
"No..." she said quietly. "It's not. I feel gross. I look gross. And I'm fat. And now these horrid things are going to come out of me and they are going to be sticky and obnoxious. And not just in the beginning. Forever. Cause thats how foals ALWAYS are. I've met a few. They are dirty and obnoxious and only trouble" she felt like she was going to cry. "I don't want them"
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 1:13 pm
'Bloody hell! The world's going to end. That was downright kind of her!' She thought then grew pensive for a moment.
"Well, you were a filly once. I'm sure you weren't too different than you are now. So there's still hope. Especially with your impeccable teaching and guidance." She said. How those words rolled so easily off her tongue she had no clue, but the fact was the other mare was upset, and not at her for once, so she wanted to try and make her feel better. "And to me, you look absolutely gorgeous...pregnancy suits you...you're positively glowing." She added. Maybe pregnancy mellowed her some all ready? She wasn't completely insufferable anymore so, any thing's possible.
"Heh, thanks." She said concerning the 'not looking too bad' comment. "Still, I'm not in any hurry...don't really reckon that day will come. If it does though, d'be nice." She said, having no clue why she was saying such things to the larger mare.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 1:59 pm
"Me? A filly?" said Tiffany, thinking back. It was all such a blur. Just like many others in life, she had grown up alone. She knew her parents had a good reason. Like they thought they weren't worthy of her. Or they died. Or something. But they certainly didn't just abandon her. That would be a horrible thing to do to a foal. They were so defenseless,'
"I don't remember my younger days. I was on my own, so there was just a lot of... primping, I think" she said, thinking. She was fairly sure she wasn't a dirty obnoxious filly. But she might have been. One never knows.
"And who are YOU to give me advice, anyway, rat? Have YOU ever had foals? I don't think so!" she said, turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes again. "And I don't need your sympathy. I know I look atrocious. But hopefully I'll get over it..." she said slowly. "Chasing after the little twirps..." she added in a mumble. "Or maybe I will just dump them with Kor"
Tiffany wasn't sure about that idea. She would never abandon her babies like her parents had. But... she didn't want to be a mother. She wasn't the motherly type. She wasn't sensitive, or caring, or tender. She was just herself. Perfect of course. But not in the motherly sort of way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:19 pm
Flower snorted. "Usdia." She corrected.
"And it wasn't sympathy...it was the truth." She added. "I haven't birthed any foals but I've been around expecting mothers had reared a filly I adopted that was left on her own to die. But I'm sorry if I'm not qualified enough for you. I was merely trying to help, but I'll stop if it'd make you happy." She added, trying to keep her tone at least civil. She'd chock it up to a mood swing and try to ignore it. Unless of course she got really out of line.
And they were doing so well.
Pity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:35 pm
Tiffany looked down unsure if she believed the rat. Or Usdia. Or whatever she was. She didn't feel pretty. And she usually felt really pretty. Perhaps though she was just confused, it couldn't be THAT easy to ruin perfection. More then one pregnancy was needed to ruin her.
"Oh. Well. I'm glad you apologized" she said, ignoring the fact that the Usdia hadn't actually meant the apology to be real. "But. I don't want these foals. I wouldn't abandon them. But I...don't know what I'm supposed to do with them" she said "I believe I lack...what do you call it? Instincts? I mean, people think foals are cute and stuff. I don't. I think I made one cry once" she said, thinking back.
But then again, the little brat DID deserve it.
He was being obnoxious. And she was pretty sure he was sticky. Not that she touched him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:47 pm
When the mare looked away Flower rolled her eyes but again, chose to move on.
"Some mares think they don't have any instincts but once the babies are born you forget all of your doubts. All you have to do with them is feed them, see that they stay safe and, teach them which isn't much different than when you help others except you need to start at the basics 'cause they're born with nothing essentially. You're plenty intelligent to handle it. The love will come eventually." She said.
Again, she thought she was going mad with how much she was letting the mare get away with. She couldn't detect sarcasm it seemed. Being able to understand sarcasm usually meant intelligence. Perhaps she was just too wrapped up with herself to mind. Yes, that was most certainly it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 8:26 pm
Tiffany sighed. She would have to wait, And see, And hope. Hope that if she wasn't a good mother, Korusi could make it up in fatherhood. Maybe she wouldn't kill him. Just so he could help with the foals. Maybe she would wait until after they were grown to murder him. To be fair. Since if he was dead, he really wouldn't be much help at all. Being alive he could do plenty of stuff. Like cleaning the foals when they were sticky. And yelling at them when they were obnoxious.
"We'll see" she said quietly. All this thinking was really quite exhausting. Quite exhausting. She yawned. Her stomach rumbled. Great. Tired AND hungry. Stupid pregnancy. Mares seemed to always be so excited about getting pregnant. But she really didn't see the appeal of it. In fact, from what she had gotten so far, it was just plain no fun.
"Well, I don't know how to teach the little ones. I tried once. And I told you, he started to cry. All I did was tell him the truth. Can't the little twirps handle the truth?" she said angrily, and shook her head. "I'm hungry"
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 9:46 pm
Flower sighed softly. "Well, they need to have things..." She paused.
She wasn't sure what the mare would understand best.
"Sugar coated...and fed to them repeatedly in small doses...over and over again. They tend to forget things you see. Oh but once they learn something they've got it and it's such a good feeling when they finally understand." She explained.
Now that she thought about it, it had been a while since breakfast and she wasn't expecting little ones! "I don't know what there is to eat around here, but d'you have a two-legger? If not mine might have some apples or oats or...something if you'd like." She added.
'See? You're not doing any of this for her...but for her babies. Good. Now that that's cleared up.' She thought.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 12:30 pm
Tiffany listened, but didn't exactly understand. "But... why don't they just get it the first time? I mean...I'll say it to them. They should just....understand" she said, and then shook her head. This was all too much. Getting advice from a rat about foals. Tiffany didn't know what to expect. And all this preparation seemed... silly, to say the least. Not exactly useful. She didn't even process half the rat was saying, and she had a big head ache.
"Forget the foals. They can figure it out on their own" she said. "Right now I want to eat. I do have a two legger but I only really go to her to fix my hair. And last time I bit her because she did it COMPLETELY wrong. So I don't think she wants to see me again any time soon. Not with all those funny words she was yelling" Tiffany said, thinking back to the day a few days ago.
"Perhaps there is a berry bush somewhere near by. Or an apple tree. If now, we could go to your two legger" she said, thinking. "But to be honest I don't really feel like walking too much. The foals are annoying. They make me so tired"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 12:48 pm
Flower nodded and decided to drop the topic of foals. "Well I wouldn't think there'd be any berries or apples around that aren't rotten." She said. "And, my two-legger's teepee isn't more than a ten minute walk...even less for you I'd expect." The mare added.
"We can take as many breaks as you need. I'm sure it is rather hard carrying at least two foals around all the time. But, whatever you want to do, we'll do." She told her. 'Spirits...be with me so that if she says something I can hold my tongue and not lash out at her.' She thought quickly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 1:07 pm
Tiffany looks around. The rat...Usdia...whatever she was, was right. There wasn't anything around. Just bare trees and snow. How depressing. But what was one of her favorite colors. Along with pink and black. Which seemed to explain a few things, because Korusi was pink and black, save his silver uni horn. Which suited him quite well.
Tiffany stopped thinking of Korusi. Because it was bad to think of a stallion you planned on killing one day. At least she thought it was.
"Well. Ok." she said, looking unpleased. Walking. How...horrible. "And it better not be too long, or else" she said, glaring at the short...thing. And she also hoped the two legger wasn't as senseless as her own. Doing her hair wrong. The incompetence.
"What are we waiting for? I'm hungry" she said angrily, stomping one of her hooves on the ground. It sank into the snow. The mare suddenly felt like she hadn't eaten in years. And now that she knew why she was so hungry, she was ready to pig out.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 1:44 pm
"All right." She said as she turned and moved as as fast of a pace as she could manage. She couldn't even begin to imagine how horrid the other must feel, but her slight tantrum put the small mare off a bit. It could have been worse. Tiffany could have commanded that she take her. 'Silver lining...silver lining.' She reminded herself.
After about five minutes they managed to get out of the meadow and into the woods. The going was far easier here for the usdia because the snow was a little less deep, only now coming up to her knees. It wouldn't be long now before they reached the clearing. "Just a little farther, the trees are all ready starting to thin out again." She told the mother-to-be.
'You'd better be home Ayashe!' She thought seriously as if scolding the woman who cared for her. 'This mare'll try to muder me otherwise.' She added as an after thought. "What sort of things do you fancy eating?" She asked, trying to make conversation so the trip would seem to go faster.
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