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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 10:56 am
Ahote giggled. He was forgetful sometimes. There was just so much to talk about sometimes, that he forgot what he had already said.
"Oops. I forgot!"
He giggled again, looking at Flower. He could still tell that she was tense and nervous. And she never answered his question. Maybe she was hoping that he would forget that he asked, but that wasn't likely, the way she kept acting all tense like that.
"Seriously! What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"
It kind of made him feel bad that she wasn't comfortable around him. There was no reason for her to be afraid of him. He was completely harmless. Just a little pony.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 11:42 am
Her ears laid flat against her skull when he raised his voice, her eyes widening slightly. "C-Can't we talk about something else?" She asked uneasily. The conversation seemed to be headed to hell and it only made her tremble slightly. "Yelling w-w-w-won't make me open up to y-you!" She added, finding her voice for a moment. She scowled slightly, her hoof stomping. "S-So just c-c-cut it out!" She added.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 11:55 am
Ahote was shocked. He really hadn't thought that he yelled. He may have spoken a bit louder than normal, but he wouldn't say he was yelling. She was yelling. He looked at her, really not sure what to say next.
"I-I'm sorry....I didn't mean to yell. I just don't understand why you're so nervous. And when I asked the first time, you just ignored me, so I asked again. I'm just confused is all."
He looked at the nervous mare, pity creeping up inside of him. What had happened to her to make her so nervous?
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 12:09 pm
Flower stared just above his head so it would look like she was making eye contact with him. She shifted her weight slightly and dawned a pensive look.
"S'nothing y-you did." She said softly. "I-I only ignored you 'c-c-cause I didn't w-want to talk about i-it."
Her stomach began to churn. If this stallion wouldn't stop trying to get an answer from her and drop it she definately didn't want to see him again after this encounter. Why couldn't he have just taken the 'I'm shy' scenario and taken it at face value.
The last thing she wanted was pity. In fact, she wanted people to just accept she was nervous and let that fact drop. She just felt she couldn't trust others...males especially. 'First we try, then we trust' had become her motto. However, she'd never gotten past the first part except with her two-legger.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 1:13 pm
Ahote sighed. Maybe he had gone too far. Perhaps his 'ask questions until you get the answer' plan didn't work so well. He looked at Flower, and knew that she wasn't looking straight at him, but he didn't say anything. He looked around, not sure what to say or do next. His eyes landed on the water, and the grassy banks. He had been out all day, and it seemed a nice place to rest.
"Hey, do you wanna rest here for a while? Its a nice place. And we can talk about anything you want."
He looked hopefully at Flower, hoping that he hadn't blown it completely. He would like to have another friend.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 1:29 pm
She nodded reluctantly and looked back towards the water's edge. Something seemed to like her today, there was a patch of parsley growing within reach. She lipped the plants gently in her mouth before eating them slowly. Hopefully her stomach would settle soon. She laid down much like a sphynx and motioned for him to do the same.
"O-Okay." She told him, thinking that maybe now he got the message. "W-What's your t-two-legger like?" She asked curiously wondering if theirs were very different or not.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 6:09 am
Ahote joined Flower on the ground, tucking his legs underneath his body. He thought about her question for a little before answering.
"Well, he's really nice. He's quiet, but I can still tell how he's feeling usually. He gentle with both me and Shikoba, though I think he needs to be a bit rougher with Shikoba."
He giggled at that. Shikoba had roughed up so many others, Ahote thought it was about time the big stallion got a dose of his own medicine. He looked back at Flower, smiling.
"What's your two-legger like?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 6:26 am
Flower chuckled at the mention of Shikoba needing to be roughed up. "I-I'm sure you'd l-like to see that." She agreed. "M-My two-legger, A-A-Ayashe, is q-quite a bit smaller than t-the other t-two-leggers we've s-seen." She began.
"S-She's really extroverted a-and h-happy all the time. S-She's really s-sweet and i-it's almost like s-she understands me." The mare added with a soft smile. "Sometimes I-I wonder if s-she can hear m-my thoughts." She said with a light laugh.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:10 am
Ahote smiled. It was an interesting thought, that the two-leggers could hear their thoughts. He had never considered it before, and now he was curious.
"I've never thought of that before. I wonder if they can. And yes, it would be nice to see Shikoba get roughed up a bit."
He laughed lightly, looking at Flower. She really seemed to be a very nice mare. But she was obviously hiding some very dark secrets. Something that she didn't want anybody to know about. But he hoped that through all that, he might be able to be friends with her.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:22 am
Flower nodded. "I k-know a few two-leggers t-try to use meditation t-to open their m-minds to commune with u-us. So m-maybe they c-can." She said, musing aloud.
"I-It's uncanny how w-well my t-two-legger seems to understand." She added.
"What does S-S-Shikoba do to y-you that's s-so mean?" She asked, quirking a brow in curiosity.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:54 am
Ahote had never heard of this 'meditation', but he thought it was very interesting.
"How do they do it? And what is meditation?"
As he pondered this, he also considered Flower's question.
"Well, he's just rude to me. He calls me an idiot, and says I'm just a stupid littly pony, and I'm annoying. Stuff like that. But he's never actually hurt me, though."
He shook his head. He was sure that Nori wouldn't put up with Shikoba physically beating up Ahote
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:44 am
Flower dawned a pensive look as she mulled his question over in her mind. "They get all q-quiet an' try t-to clear their m-m-minds of distractions a-an' such. S-Some believe that o-our thoughts g-go out like w-wind. O-Or others u-use it to relax." She added.
"H-He doesn't sound a-as mean a-a-as this one mare I m-met. S-She was a foul, l-loathsome c-c-creature." Flower said, her expression growing more serious. "C-Called me things a-an' was r-r-repulsed at the s-sight o' me." The mare elaborated.
"She had t-the nerve t-to call me some one's 'c-c-can't do any b-better' and t-to say I-I'm t-the rude one w-when I lost my t-temper with her an' u-used language that, i-in hindsight, I-I ought not t-to have." She admitted, ears pinning slightly as her cheeks tinted. "I-I couldn't control m-myself! S-She just m-made me so c-cross!" Of course she was speaking of Tiffany, the egotistical, arrogant, narcissistic female who often adorned herself with Queen Ann's Lace.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:53 am
Ahote listened to Flower as she described the mare she had met. Her words were stained with hatred, and the change in her voice and expression startled Ahote a little. Perhaps it was Soquili like this that made Flower so nervous and tense. Had she really been picked on that much in her life?
He thought that the mare wouldn't want to stay on this topic, so Ahote looked around for something else to talk about. He noticed a few wildflowers growing nearby. They were white, with beautiful yellow centers. He smiled, and looked back at Flower.
"You know, those flowers would look really nice in your mane. I think they match the colour very nicely. And your name is Flower, too!"
Ahote smiled and stood up, going over to the flowers, and plucking a few out of the ground with his mouth. He trotted back over to Flower, and laid back down, dropping the flowers in front of her.
"Do you want me to help put them in your mane?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:07 am
Flower bowed her head in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry...didn't m-mean to bring h-her up." She explained quickly but when he changed the topic she looked to him curiously.
"Y-You really think so?" She asked looking at the flowers. It was true she loved the look and scent that wafted off of them. "T-Thank you...and s-sure." She said smiling softly as she took one and wove it into her hair.
She often thought she wasn't worth such kindness and was beside herself at what to do besides thank the stallion profusely. Maybe, just maybe this was what having a friend was like. It was like a warm, tingly, bubbly feeling within one's chest; knowing they were safe and cared for. She was no where near feeling the latter nor did she ever think it was possible. How she longed to be carefree and truly happy.
Sadly, Tiffany's assault was far less traumatic and painful than some of the others she had endured. What's a filly to do when she doesn't feel safe, even at home or with her mother. No, not even her mother felt safe when they were home and around her father.
She could remember crying herself to sleep and begging her Mum to just take up and leave with her. They'd find somewhere to go. There had to be a better life than the constant fear that maybe Daddy wanted to play his favourite game. He always made her promise not to tell anyone and if she told her Mother she'd hate her forever. So she pinned her ears back, locked her legs and tried to push her mind elsewhere so she wouldn't feel his touch, all the while trembling and sobbing.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:22 am
Ahote smiled, glad that she accepted the offer. He picked up one of the flowers himself, and leaned forward, weaving the flower into her mane. He listened to her many thanks and chuckled.
"You don't have to thank me so much! I just thought they would look nice."
He smiled as he wove another flower into the mare's mane. Each time he put one in, he would take a look at it before he put the next one in. He was glad to see that the effect was as beautiful as he had thought it would be.
When they had put all the flowers into her mane, he looked at her and smiled.
"Its beautiful! Well, not that you weren't beautiful before, but the flowers make you look happier!"
As soon as he said it, he thought about how Flower might react. It might have been the wrong thing to say, implying that she didn't normally look happy, but there was no taking it back now, so he just waited for the tongue lashing.
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