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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:36 pm
 Arle was used to that reaction, and at this point, welcomed it. He bowed his head out of respect to the other two ponies. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." He'd learned her name from simply listening. It was amazing what one could learn when they never wasted time speaking.
"My name is Arlecchino... I came to offer my apologies for what has happened." He fell silent again as the beautiful mare turned away to look at her lover.
Quinade began to rock almost violently in his orb, as though just the sound of his mother's voice was enough to bring him out. Arle eyed his son from the corner of his peripherals and idly wondered if he would choose this moment to birth himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:49 pm
 Time alone? Isabel didn't want to be left alone, just as she hadn't wanted to be left alone with Seraphim. She shook her head a bit at Gin, enough to have her ribbons and roses ruffle, and she spoke to him quietly. "Please stay."
But her attention quickly turned back to the clown and once he introduced himself, she bobbled her head at him this time. "Arlecchino," she repeated. So that was his name..
"To a-apologize?" At least Isabel's shyness hadn't taken her completely over and she was actually able to speak. "For what? Y-you don't have anything to apologize f-for." She felt a little uncomfortable, but curiosity was more prevalent than the want to run away. This pony was the other half that Pierrot was created from, after all, she wanted to speak to him.
Perhaps the little pony would look like him.. or maybe the orb he had with him would look like her, too? And what about the third orb Seraphim mentioned, which family across the many pastures had taken it in? Would it look like the both of them combined?
It seemed she'd soon find out. Isabel watched, startled, as the golden globe twitched. She took a step in closer towards it, and towards Arlecchino, as it moved. But the orb she'd had herself, trailing behind her as she stepped, chimed even louder than it had been. The gold one, apparently, had started a chain reaction. Pierrot's orb shimmered, shuddered, and then cracked right down the center.
"What... ohmygoodness, what is happening to them?!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:56 pm
Gin nodded slowly and he trotted over to stand by Isabel, keeping quiet while the two ponies talked.
Not paying much attention, he jumped slightly when he heard Isabel's startled voice and he turned to look at the orb that floated behind her, going wide eyed when it started to move violently and then split down the middle.
Cocking his head to the side to peek over and watch the other orb, he was curious to see if it was doing the same.
"Are they.. hatching?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 10:46 pm
"Yes, apologize." He observed the two, noting their somewhat fresh and young love. It was beautiful, but certainly not for everyone. "I am apologizing because I know this is probably not what you wanted, and I now see that you have a mate. Surely you would rather have orbs with him." He said it with no tone, no intentions to be second-guessed. He wasn't looking for Isabel to make him feel better about himself or even tell him everything was alright. All the colorful pony wanted was for her to know he understood if she was upset with him.
By some miracle, though, she appeared to be handling it rather well, and... maybe even welcomed the chance to meet him?
Quinade's bouncing increased until it began to alarm even his composed father. Arlecchino focused his eyes on the golden mass as it trembled, tiny cracks forming across it's shining surface. At the sound of Isabel's voice, he was drawn to the other orb, the sibling of his darling Quinade.
"I believe they are," he mused, answering both ponies. Quinade's orb moved towards Pierrot's, the tiniest of mewls coming from the cracked surface.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:46 pm
Isabel was often so shy to the point of it being debilitating, but she wasn't purposely rude. She even started to answer Arlecchino with a strained, "W-well, yes, but--.." before she cut herself off without fully replying. Her attention was fixated on the two orbs in their midst rather than on the other two males.
It seemed to happen out of nowhere! And Isabel wished inwardly that she and Gin had gotten the chance to speak to Dolci or Yuuki beforehand. She'd at least feel a little more calm, and maybe know what to expect. But when the golden orb began to crack open as well, the little wedding cake pony went frantic.
She moved to put herself between the two globes and her head lowered, wide eyes watching as the orbs seemed to be exploding (or perhaps imploding?) with life. Isabel couldn't keep all four hooves on the ground, she shifted and pranced in an anxious, frightened sort of way. Unsure of what to do, feeling very helpless. But she did the only thing she could think of to do -- her nose nudged just once, and very gingerly, at the sphere she'd named Pierrot. Only enough to barely brush the surface with her snout, but the touch coupled with the sound of Pierrot's sibling (which yanked so firmly on a part inside of Isabel once she realized what it was), caused the white and red orb to shudder once more and then disintegrate almost completely.
Four little mostly-white, red-hooved legs kicked feebly at the remaining pieces of the shell, but Pierrot..
..emerged, looking disheveled, a little confused, but "..h-he's beautiful..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 10:11 pm
Gin watched Isabel cautiously, just in case she decided she was going to faint again. When she moved closer to the orbs, he followed behind her, staying just close enough that he would be able to reach her in time if she did go down.
The orbs crackled and bounced, the little ponies inside of them moving rapidly as they broke free of their confinements. He looked at Pierrot, so tiny and probably just as confused as he was, but he could see Isabel in him. He had her hair, even some adornments like she had, though much less and he could see how much he looked like Arlecchino as well.
A little sad, he smiled none the less, mumbling quietly.. "He is.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:40 pm
Though the clown-painted pony was eager to hear what Isabel had to say, it would have to wait. Apparently, their children insisted on being born at the most opportune moment.
He watched with a fixed gaze, his green eyes locked between he and the dessert mare as their orbs seemed to dance around one another. Arle hesitated when he saw Isabel situate herself between the orbs, the smallest of nudges becoming all the encouragement Pierrot needed.
A sharp gasp as the baby toddled to the ground, his leg movements awkward and uneven. Oh, was anything ever so precious?
The energy that came from his sibling's birth was enough to coax Quinade the rest of the way out. His orb followed in suit, spilling away as nothing more than flecks in the air as the golden babe stepped forth.
Arlecchino was at a loss for words. His little men were so gorgeous. They were every bit as beautiful as their mother, and his heart ached to see how much they resembled him, too.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 4:03 pm
"Isn't he?" she said to Gin, an amazed sort of awe in her voice. Isabel nuzzled her snout ever so gently at the white and red baby's side, trying to help the little pony stay up on his unsteady legs.
Precious.. beautiful... the words didn't even begin to describe Pierrot. He was absolutely perfect! The little baby had her mane, but in red. And her pretty pink roses. But the golden one..
When his orb hatched, Isabel audibly gasped. Blonde hair, just like her own, and white ribbons.. but covered little white polka dots too, like the ones spotting Arlecchino's coat. Instinctively, Isabel leaned over and gave the second baby a small nuzzle as well, cooing wordlessly to him as he squeaked. She nodded to herself as she did so, inwardly agreeing that both ponies were perfect. The two most perfect little things she'd ever seen.
Almost instantly, she loved them. She'd been so.. so horrified at the notion of orbs when Seraphim had brought them to her. But now? She was practically giggling with glee, pressing the end of her nose against the golden baby's rump in turn, to give him something to lean on too should he try to stand again.
"You have nothing to apologize for," she repeated once more, this time speaking to Arlecchino. Her eyes lifted to peer up towards him through her curled mane, but her gaze was sincere. Just as her words were. "How on earth c-could you apologize for something so wonderful?"
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