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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:13 pm
Beatrix noted the direction with her hoof, "We're going west," She said with a hint of suspicion in her voice, "You don't look so good... Well, you look more buldgie eyed and terrified than usual." She wasn't trying to be rude with her observation, "Are you alright?" Beatrix tried to follow Pavlov's darting eyes to see what had him so spooked.
"We're off to the Aa-wi-u-s-di Plains." she began, not seeing anything immediately threatening to their travels, "It’s not far from here and has lots to feast on for a nutritional breakfast." Beatrix piped as she broke into a canter. She was worried about Pavlov, and hoped as she learned more about him; it may shine some light on what he is going through.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:34 pm
"You'd be surprised," he chuckled bitterly. "This actually is my usual look." He looked around nervously as they made their way to the plains, "And, I guess you could say I'm as well as I ever am? That's really not saying much. But breakfast sounds nice..." his eyes darted noting menacing bushes shake their leaves at him malevolently. He never would have guessed the local flora could be so fearsome. "Um," he tried to get his head back to the conversation. He'd learned in the past that stumbling so much in a conversation was not normal and tended to make others run from him, and while he was pretty sure he was the only one seeing the baleful bushes, he didn't want to chance them begin a real threat and hurting this mare who was just trying to help him. "Most important meal of the day, right?"
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