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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:44 am
She stuck up her nose.
"If I was laughing at you, don't you think you would have heard it by now? Silly orange giant." She scoffed, then darted into the shaded area. Green eyes searched and searched for any sign of color, aside from the dreary brown of the trees and the white of the snow. There had to be something.... but where?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:11 am
The stallion chuckled to himself again. "No, I wouldn't have to have heard it," he replied, still amused, "because you could just be laughing inside without making a sound."
But, he kept on following her, still smiling. Paul Revere wondered whic would come first...Zahara finding a flower, or Zahara getting frustrated and giving up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:31 am
"It's not laughing if you can't be heard," she told him matter-of-factly, not that she knew herself if her own statement was true or not.
Perching herself up on a nearby branch, she gazed at their surroundings.
Wait... what was that?
Narrowing her eyes, she immediately flew off the branch to investigate. Something was pink! A HA! She knew she'd find a flower!
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:35 am
He couldn't help himself. He had to snicker at that. Poor Zahara...she had so much to learn of the world. Well, at least she was funny!
Lost in his amusement, Paul Revere's head jerked up when he saw a small orange rocket out of the corner of his eye. What in the world was she doing now?
"What's up?" he called out, trying to move through the underbrush and snow without scratching himself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:52 am
Zahara ignored the stallion's question and drew closer to the bushes nearby, where she had seen the spot of color. Hovering dangerously close to the wet slushy snow, she peered in closer into the bushes, and then let out a shriek.
"I WAS RIGHT, I WAS RIGHT!" she screeched happily, doing a little mid-air dance. She had found it, a beautiful red flower! Now Paul Revere would have to admit she was right, and that pleased her to no end.
Until she paused in her merriment to take a closer look at the flower. It seemed to be... attached to something?
Taking another closer look, her head tilted in confusion. Why in the world would someone leave a basket in the bushes?
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:56 am
Paul Revere followed slowly and surely until he too could see the basket in the bushes.
"Well," he said. It was all he could say, for he hadn't expected that Zahara would find anything, much less a basket.
"It's...uh...certainly bright enough. And it's got a flower," he commented, still a bit stunned.
Though he did feel that tickling in his throat that preceeded a big bout of uncontrollable laughter....
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 12:13 pm
She quickly fluttered her way back upon Paul's head, wary of the new object now in their presence. It was suspicious; why would anyone leave a basket just lying around? There had to be something wrong with it! Just HAD to be!
"Ok, so I found the flower." she said hesitantly, her triumphant attitude quickly disappearing. "So now you find out what's in that thing."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 12:16 pm
He couldn't hold it in anymore. Paul Revere burst out laughing. He tossed his head up and down, laughed like he was dying, even rolled around on the ground, in the slushy snow and scratchy plants he'd taken pains to avoid earlier.
After a good few minutes of this, he finally calmed enough to talk, though tears were still streaming down his long face. "It's...it's a basket," he gasped. "There's a...a baby Soquili...inside," he told the flutter.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:09 pm
Before she could think over what she was looking upon, she felt herself forcefully being tossed from the orange stallion's head, the little mare tumbling down onto the wet, soggy, uncomfortable and yet cushioning snow. Had it been Spring time and the snow melted away, she probably wouldn't have been so fortunate to come out unharmed from the situation. But the snow, as cold and aggravating as it was, saved her from her dreadful plummet.
She glared up at the stallion from the snowy ground beneath, and started a scream of curses at him. How dare he try to KILL her like that!? It was just RUDE.
Her mouth paused from its tongue lashing, however, when he mentioned what the basket inside held.
"How.. how do you know?" She asked, attempting to keep her teeth from chattering. All this snow was making her cold! Her wings, however, were far too wet to allow her to fly just yet, so she'd have to make due with freezing while this silly orange giant laughed at her. Hmph.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:03 pm
The soquili finally calmed down enough to talk normally, though his eyes still twinkled and his tone still laughed. "I couldn't say how I know, but I know it's the truth," he told Zahara honestly.
"So...what do we do now, li'l miss, having found this lonely li'l basket?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 2:28 am
Attempting to keep herself balanced as she rose from the deep snow, the tiny mare tripped and kicked her way through the snow to make it towards the fallen stallion, her body trembling from the cold. She couldn't very well fly anymore, thanks to being soaked to the bone, but her mind attempted to distract itself with other things. Like this basket, for instance.
"Well," she started, mentally going over her options, "First, you'll need to make sure it's still alive. Secondly, if it is, we'll certainly have to take care of it. A basket wont raise itself, Paul Revere!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:47 pm
The stallion approached the basket and gently - almost gingerly - nudged the side with his nose. A muffled squeak could be heard.
"Well, seems to be alive an' well! But, are ya sure you want ta do that? I mean, you an' me?" Paul Revere was a bit dumbfounded, though still amused, that Zahara would want to raise the basket with him, the Soquili she'd been annoyed with since they had first met not that many minutes ago.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:04 pm
If she could tap her hoof on the ground to make a noise to show him her annoyance, she would have. But, as it seemed that her hoof only made a gentle thud in the snow, she was resolved with just shooting him a dirty look instead.
"Do you honestly think I could raise something that is THAT much bigger than I am?!" she huffed, shooting another glare in his direction as she hopped over to where he stood, impatiently waiting for him to lean his head down so she may walk across his nose back onto her standing ground. "Of course not. So you'll have to help, since you're big enough to raise a basket, AND you're responsible for me having to go out and search for a flower anyways! So you're stuck, Paul Revere, and I wont take no for an answer!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:10 pm
Paul Revere sighed inwardly and wondered why the little flutter was so determined that he play "daddy." It was still funny...but it wasn't funny for him. Crazy Flutter.
"I s'pose that's a good point," he replied, and carefully manuevered to get the precious basket onto his back. The stallion then slowly rose and walked as cautiously as he could manage, to get the basket to a safe, warm place where they could watch over it until the foal came out.
And maybe once the basket had opened, he could get away from Zahara, who had just turned his whole life upside down.
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