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 Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:56 pm
Dusty quickly became less comfortable as the caked on mud began to dry. "Let's just get out of here so I can get this awful stuff off of me. It reminds me of my father." Her father, Dirt, was exactly as his name suggested. A dirty old stallion who couldn't care less about anything other than getting some tail. Now that she thought of it, her and her sister weren't exactly... Planned. Though 'mistake' wasn't the right word, either. How could something as perfect as her be a mistake, anyway?
She quickly trotted into the forest, trying to delay the mud's dehydration. There she waited for Eton, not exactly sure where they could get clean. Having only wandered to this place, she wasn't sure where anything was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:13 pm
Blinking at the mention of her father, he hadn't met the stallion, never even heard of the stallion for that matter. Though watching Dusty flee from the sun and into the shadows, he looked up as the mud still slowly dried around his hooves. Shaking his head to shake some of the dried flakes from his body he followed. Standing in the shadows for a moment he looked around getting his bearings. He knew the River was near by.
"I know of a river, this way." He said heading off along the fringes of the tree line and deeper in once he was a short distance away from where they had left Dusty's flowers, thinking that maybe they had brought them along, but he could remember the tree... He thought. "I'm sorry that I had reminded you of your father, even though I don't know who he is." Eton apologized.
The sounds of water grew louder before he broke through a low line of shrubs and down a short bank was the river. Pacing along the bank some, Eton slipped down onto a small shore line, well it was a fair sized beach for a soquili or two, that was about it. Looking back, he hoped he hadn't lost Dusty while he was moving, staning beside the water he waited for her to join him. Before stepping forward to feel the cool water lap his mud covered hooves letting the pale blue of them show through.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 3:42 pm
The mare waited anxiously beneath the trees for her friend. Though the shadows delayed the drying process of the mud, it hadn't stopped it, and she felt her joints being surrounded by cakes of it. Dusty bent her legs to rid herself of some of it, just in time to follow her friend.
"It's alright. I've only met him twice. The first time he hit on me, and the second time he flaunted how sexy I was and said it was all because of him." Her father really was disgusting. All he did was run around hitting on any female that breathed, and probably ones that didn't breathe, too. And for a reason she couldn't quite understand, he hated water. Perhaps he would wash away in it. She giggled at the thought.
Dusty eyed the steep bank, debating a good way to go down it. Obviously she didn't want to fall and make a fool of herself in front of a stallion. She decided to go straight down. Bad idea. With a great "Oof!" she tumbled down and into the water. How silly that must have looked. Embarrased, the mare tried her best not to blush, but despite her effort, her cheeks turned bright pink.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 4:30 pm
Eton didn't know what to say when Dusty spoke of her father, he certainly sounded like a loser to his mind's eye. Shaking his head, he looked toward Dusty as she tumbled down the steep embankment. Turning he splashed over toward her, the water licking the mud off his legs as he went letting his rich Ebony and pastel flecked coat shine through. Concern came to his still mod covered face as he slowed and walked to her, not wanting to cause more harm then there might me.
"You alright Dusty?" he asked nudging her a little with a muddy nose. "That was quite the tumble." he nodded stepping back a little to give her some space to move.
The cool water was a blessing against his muddy legs as it washed the mud away. Shaking slightly he looked at the water before dipping a wing into the currents to let the mud wash off revealing the bright pastel colors on the tips. Oh yes, a bath right now was the best thing to ease the caked on mud. With a flick of his wing he tossed a little water toward Dusty as if he were flinging mud, maybe this was a better place to play, it was cleaned after all...
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:10 pm
Bright pink cheeks turned to red as she sat up in the water. "I'm alright...." Looking down at herself to check for any wounds, she sighed. Well at least the mud is mostly gone. She looked around, the blush fading. "I'm alright." Dusty repeated.
The cool water running pass her body eased her slightly, and though she knew she looked funny sitting on her rump like a dog, she stayed put. Watching the dirt wash out of her tail made the mare wonder how bad her mane must be. Well, the solution to that's simple enough. With one swift motion, she fell sideways into the river, emerging her entire body to get cleaned by the current.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:21 pm
Eton nodded as she said that she was alright. He remained standing there watching her closely as she flopped to the side ti wash the mud and dirt from her coat, letting it shine within all it's brilliants, leaving his muddy coat to shame. Opening his wings, he took to the skies for a moment, though came diving back down near the center of the river, where it was deepest and cannon balled in. The splash he created swelled slightly and crashed against the shore.
Coming back up, he shook the water from his head, his long mane whipping about, shinning with a film of water that clung to the strands. His ebony face was clean once more and his whole coat looked anew without all the mud caked upon it. Swimming back over toward the shore he shook off a little before walked back over toward Dusty, dripping as he went. His long tail swaying behind him, its colors showing more brightly then they had.
"That was well worth it, a good mud bath before a refreshing dip within the river." Eton stretched, letting the water drip from the feathers of his wings. "Though I must say, the mud did wonders on you Dusty, you look prettier then you had earlier." He nodded letting his wings fold back. "Now I suppose you'd like to find your human huh? Well after retrieving your flowers of course."
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:03 pm
Dusty's mane stuck to her neck and face when she emerged from the water. She shook her head to get it off, but her efforts were in vain. As soon as she'd stopped, the wet hair clung to her once more.
The mare giggled quietly as she saw her friend fall into the water. If only he could see how silly that looked. With this thought, she ambled out of the water.
"I suppose it was." She smiled at the compliment. Though she was still soaking wet, her curls were beginnnig to come back to life. "Human? Goodness, do I have to?" Small giggles emerged from the mare's lips. It would probably be a good idea to find her two-legger, but she didn't really feel like getting her mane and tail tugged on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 11:14 am
If only he could have seen how silly he looked, he would be laughing his feathers out, but as it was, he couldn't really and his attention was else where for the moment. He was watching Dusty as she seemed to pout at the thought of going to find her human. Though wait.. Wasn't it she who said that she had to find the thing when they first met up and all? Or was he imagining things, in any case, they would have to find the human to put her flowers back to where they belong.
"I thought you said that only your human could put your flowers back?" he said a little confused.
Tilting his head to one sit, he once again sat down, though this time it was in the shallow currents of the river. And he wasn't muddy anymore, though he was awfully soggy from the dip he had taken. Wings held close to hos sides, Eton watched Dusty a little while longer before looking around. His ears twitching slightly as if he had heard something, but dismissed it. It was more then likely his imagination, Smit...
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