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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 2:31 pm
The stripe-rumped Jala smiled up at the adult Nequus and nodded her head. “Yea,” she said aloud, “I’d like to hear anything else fun that happens to you. It’s always good to have things to grin at right?” Give and get, of course, she was sure she would be able to recall enough embarrassing stories to match Vierna if she thought really hard.
“So then,” Sekhmet gave another smile and made to turn away, “see ya around, and thanks again!” With these words and a last nod to the far larger creature, the gold-eyed filly turned her gaze towards home and took off at a canter. The sooner she was home, after all, the sooner she could see about persuading somebody to take her to see Yisi.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 2:43 pm
"Of course", the valentines aeri agreed with a firm bob of her head. It was always great to hear of such things that was sure to bring a smile to anyone's faces. That is, as long the other party didn't demand on making fun of the ordeal. Oh gracious those were some annoying little nats, now weren't they? Luckily, she had found a friend in the little filly with the gorgeous stripes, so there was absolutely no need to worry about it when it came to their story telling.
"Good-bye sweetie!" Vierna call after the little lightnight bolt, however staying put so she may be able to be sure of where the filly was going and that she got their safely at least the mare's sights. Now, as for the lightning bolt, the little creature was far faster than the large Aeri even at a canter, for the mare's 'thundering' was just about the fastest gait she dared attempt on her awkwardly large hooves. Blasted things, she never really had gotten very confident with them, despite many of her race able to run without problem. Oh well.
A final look towards the Jala filly as she seemed to disappear from her gaze, and Vierna heaved a large sigh from her enormous chest. It was time to be on her way. As if a tune had gotten stuck in her head, the mare began her 'thundering' through the valley, bouncing with every slow trotting step she took.
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