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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:24 pm
Fudge felt like an idiot. Her daddy made it sound like she wasn't smart enough to understand what he had said to her and it wasn't even her fault! He was the one who was so confusing! She was becoming rather morbid at the moment and she didn't like this feeling at all.
"No I did not understand that," She squeaked, looking up at him with hurt eyes, "And if you didn't want me to have a different name I'm fine with having the one my mama gave me!" She buried her face in her mother's mane and refused to look at her father. She may be over-reacting at the moment, but right now she didn't care.
"That's good to hear," She warbled, lookiing up at her mama, "Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't want to sleep with Mister Mean if we have to stay the night." So she was being sassy and would probably get lectured later. If her daddy didn't want to make her special, she was fine with that. Let him go play with the daughters who barely looked like him. She'd be fine with her mama.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:50 pm
Well for a newborn she certainly knew how to pack a punch and the stallion visibly flinched. He had heard quite a few things in his time but somehow his daughter had managed to top all of them and leave an incredibly sour taste in his mouth. He was certain he hadn't done anything wrong, the other two seemed to be warming to him but no matter what he did or said the other just...
Hated him?
"I'm...I'm sorry," He murmured softly, shifting his gaze to the side as he attempted to regain his somewhat relaxed composure. He was fairly certain the broody genes didn't run in his family but perhaps there really was a black sheep in every bunch?
He was fighting a losing battle.
"Yes, Crackers...you can start looking for a hiding place now," He replied faintly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:21 am
Even a baby could feel the tension in the air between the adults and Fudge. First she trot-toddled over to Fudge and lovingly lipped at her hair, “I’ll see yah soon sis!” and then bolted up to her daddy, “Don’t take too long finding me!” And she rubbed against him softly on his leg as high as she could reach.
Snorting, Flossy then went to Honey, “You gonna hide too?” Out of her family she was probably the most oblivious, but she was also feeling rather jovial right now and in the mood to just run and jump and play or as-is she’d have to hide and be silent. Her mind was racing on ways to be able to move around. Perhaps she’d just go real far away and keep watch for when to be quiet.
“No peaking at which way I go! Don’t tell him either mamma!”
Lovey looked down at Fudge then back up at Biscuit. She didn’t have a single word that would make t his situation any better, she simply nuzzled on her youngest and wished the pain way from the baby. Oh dear.. Name-calling was a no-no even if she was hurting and upset with having a “daddy.”
How did she scold her at a time like this.. She didn’t… It wasn’t important.
“Fudge baby look at your daddy.” Lovey could see the pain also and she could sense that after awhile father and daughter would probably become close to inseparable. That is if they could get through all the pain and confusion. “He’s sorry.. Do you believe a mean person could be truly sorry?”
Was she helping or hurting? … The hell if she knew anymore.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 3:06 pm
Fudge looked up at her daddy from halfway behind her mother's cushion of long hair, "Don't apologize," She grumbled, "S'not like I wanted to be special anyway." She huffed and caused a bit of her mama's mane to dislodge, "If you're going to be so wimpy when one of your daughters gets sassy, daddy," She looked up at him solemnly, "You're not going to be a very good daddy, are you?" She sighed again and shook her head, shoving the incident that had just occured as something to think about later. Besides, much more sassiness and she'd never hear the end of it from her mama.
She shook her head, not smiling because she was determined to be a bit put-out still, "Go play with your other daughter, daddy, I'm sure everyone'll be able to find something to do while you're gone." Her small tail flicked a bit and she agrued silently with herself. Knowing she should apologize for something, but stubbornness simple said no to it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 7:56 pm
Lovey looked up to see Flossy running off to play and didn’t pay the little one all that much attention. Biscuit would be focusing on those two and it seemed that the meeting of the triplets and their father was coming to an end.
Her eyes lifted to Biscuit and she spoke very softly without a hint of anger or hurt. “We’ll talk tonight once the girls have fallen asleep.” Both of them were going to have to see what was to be done about Fudge and how to make the group of five a very tight group. She loved Fudge, Honey, and Flossy without reserve and knew that Biscuit felt the same. He was still a young stallion and hadn’t been planning on babies at all. Of course, her not seeking him out hadn’t helped but at the time she didn’t WANT to be with him and as much as she wished she could, Lovey didn’t regret what she had done.
Her attention turned to Fudge again and her muzzle ran softly along the velvet neck. “Darling, you are very special to me and your daddy. Right now you’re hurting but I hope some day you’ll see it too.” Her tone wasn’t disappointed or angry just soft and full of as much love as she could put into one tone of voice. Her hair flipped a bit over Flossy and she straightened just a little. “If Flossy and Honey are going to play hide and seek, what do you want to do? Wouldn’t it be fun to play with your sisters and your daddy?” She wouldn’t push.. But it didn’t hurt to try!
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:16 am
"She's welcome to join." Biscuit chose to ignore the sass coming from his daughter's mouth and kept his eyes directed over the horizon as Honey bolted (or rather stumbled) off to hide with her sister. Given her unsteady strides he knew he was going to have to wait a little longer for Honey to settle. He had a feeling that Flossy would have already staked out her hiding place...possibly built a fortress and added mini guards.
She was that excitable.
And she would take a lot of work to keep satisfied!
Nevertheless after a few minutes had passed he selected a random number to begin counting from and finally shut his eyes. Starting from forty six and working his way up to a hundred. As soon as he would hit a hundred then he would slowly hunt down his daughters. Given he'd played this game plenty of times before he knew he'd find them in minutes so prolonging it would make it more fun.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:57 am
Lovey nuzzled at Fudge softly and smiled at Biscuit just before he began to count, “Do you want to hide darling? Maybe you can find a place that your old mamma’s hair doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb?” Her voice was soft and coaxing. Biscuit was ignoring the sass and she was welcome to play… Maybe hiding with her would be what broke the ice.
Her green eyes cleared of any melancholy that might have been there and instead was replaced with simple happiness.
The mare loved to play games.. Perhaps Fudge would laugh and play and start to feel at home.?
Flossy was long gone. In the time that it had taken her to nudge Honey and look for a direction she was going to go (all of about 12 seconds) Flossy had decided to go far far away during that time. She took off with extreme gusto, her almost-sturdy legs letting her run at a respectable speed that to a filly felt break-neck fast. What the filly didn’t realize was that with her sharp little hooves digging so deeply into the ground to push off.. A very visible trail was being left.
Finally, after going probably half a mile to a mile she stopped.
Her lungs ached and her muscles were whining a bit.
Flossy began to get her bearing and looked around. Oh lord.. Her mind began to go into a rather hyper panic. She was lost! The filly looked around at the tall trees and felt only confusion and fear. Her hooves carried her behind a huge oak tree and she plopped herself down before a sob hiccupped out of her. What if they weren’t going to look for her? What if they didn’t want her so they let her go far far away? As these terrible thoughts raced through her mind, Flossy felt awful.
. . . Looks like someone needs a nap.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 1:15 pm
Fudge mulled over her options for the moment. She could go play with everyone and maybe have a good time, or she could go find a place to nap. She could do both too, find a nice hiding spot and take a nap, not really caring if anyone found her. But did she really want to play today?
She looked up at her mama and tilted her head to the side, wondering if it would be easier to just go hide on her own, or if it would be better to go with her. She didn't mind spending time with her mama at all, but being with her meant that she'd be easier to see and then she'd have less time to herself to nap and such. A difficult decision indeed.
"Um..." She mumbled, fidgeting and staring at her daddy as he counted. She was losing time to hide and she needed to make a decision. "Do you know where a good place to hide would be, Mama?" She whispered, not wanting Biscuit to hear them so he wouldn't have that advantage, "If you want to play, we can, but I don't really know where we should go."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:57 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:46 pm
One. Two. Flop.
Slowly but surely, Honey clambered away from her family and attempted to seek out a suitable hiding place. Given her unusual gait she began to suspect (in her baby logic) that somewhere to 'sit' might be the best idea. Why? Well if she happened to fall he was definitely going to hear her and she didn't want to lose to Flossy!
Therefore, it was after a short while of travelling that she opted to plunk herself down behind a set of large bushes. Snuggling into them as closely as possible she very calmly sat her rump down on the ground (much like a dog) and ducked her head. Now, it was more than likely that she would be easy to spot if he walked round that particular way but she was tiny enough to stay hard to spot if he walked round the other side!
"Twenty One, Twenty Two..." Biscuit continued to count, his eyes remaining shut as he closed his ears to the little discussion. Taking this to be a good sign, he allowed the small smile to appear on his lips and made a mental note to seek them out first.
Well if they wanted to challenge him he'd show them how good he was!
...Or he'd try at least.
"Twenty seven - better hurry!"
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