He laughed and took larger strides until he was running towards the shelter. He had no clue if they'd both fit into it. "Sastimos will race pretty Miri?" he suggested and ran a bit faster. His silvery mane kept getting in his face and his wing feathers stuck together for some reason. He was completely tired of the rain now and his wings ached horribly.
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:39 am
Her laughter rang out across the slippery meadow, smile growing on her face as they ran. Her forlock was plastered to her forhead, blocking one of her eyes. She had no wings to worry about, though. Speeding up, she slid into the shelter, hooves now coated with dust from the floor of the shelter. She smiled over at Sastimos. "Much better now that we're out of the rain, yeah?"
Before he knew it he was in the darkness of the shed. "Sastimos agrees with Pretty Miri." he said and nodded. As his eyes became more accustomed to the dakrness he looked around. He looked up to see a string hanging from a lightbulb. He took it in his mouth and yanked the string to see what happened. The light was dull but enough to see what was around them. Only a few shovels and gardening supplies...
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