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 Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 2:26 am
With a heavy sigh and groan she pushed herself up onto her hooves. She pulled her head back and yawned more loudly than she had intended to. Comistar didn’t think that she had slept in much more than she usually did but the rising sun was at its highest peak in the sky.
“Afternoon already?” she smacked her lips together and with an unsteady gait she stepped out of the little cavern at the mountain’s edge. “Wake up silly legs,” she snorted at her stiff muscles of her legs. Somehow the mare had managed to make it at the entrance, as the cavern wasn’t that long or that big. She opened her talons and stretched them for a brief moment as the sunlight greeted her body. It was warmer outside than it was in her little shelter. The sky was clear with an occasional cloud passing by with the light breeze. It was a beautiful afternoon and Comistar knew that it would be a typical one too.
She sighed deeply as she stepped out and greeted the world with a smile on her lips. She would make the best of today even though nothing really happened. But Comistar wished that something out of the ordinary would happen but of course she would never admit to that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 1:20 am
The dark wintery blue unicorn mare decided it was time for her to explore the woodlands since she is usually found in the mountains or valley at the base of mountains. She have heard about various different lovely song birds that is waiting for her to discover them so they could make more beautiful music together along with more adorable creatures from the little song bird that have adopted her as its 'perch' so to speak. It took little of coaxing for the song bird to finally agree to tag along with Frosta as she embarks on this new adventure. Her icy blue eyes dances with laughter and merriment as she could feel the song bird perching on her white unicorn horn, singing at top of its lung announcing their arrival to the woodland creatures.
There is a faint sound of groggy voice coming from the cavern nearby where she was standing which caused Frosta to turn her head toward a beautiful (in her opinion) winged mare that is emerging from the cavern, looking groggy but with a smile on her face. "Hello!" She calls out to Comistar with a huge smile on her face. "Good day to you. Did you have a good sleep last night?" She inquires to the mare with a friendly smile on her face. But she couldn't help but to let her eyes land on the mare's wings and admires its delicate tan wing tips that seems to compliment the mare's light blue body.
The songbird that was perched on Frosta's horn chirped loudly before zooming toward the mare, fluttering around in front of the mare's face emitting soft questioning song notes. The unicorn mare grins in amusement as she slowly began to follow the songbird. "Don't you love it when those little birds wants to sing for you?" She smiles at the mare. "I am Frosta, by the way." She introduces herself.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 1:41 am
Comistar smacked her lips together and desired for a drink from the nearby river. Maybe that would help her wake up a little bit more. Her legs were still stiff and Comistar did want a rest a bit more before embarking out on what would be another typical day for the young mare. With a heavy sigh and raised her legs and stepped out to the greeting sunlight but was instantly greeted by another mare.
Comistar was shocked that another horse would greet her so openly without hesitation but as soon as she heard Frosta’s cheerful, quirky attitude she wanted to run to the mountains even more so when the bird fluttered towards her with a chirping song escaping from it’s golden beak. She raised her hoof and began to kick at the earth while shaking her head in hopes that the bird would disperse elsewhere. It was much too early for any songbird to be singing to her just yet…
Just let me wake up, she thought to herself.
Comistar’s eyes trailed back onto the icy blue mare and finally noticed that she was a unicorn. Frosta was quite stunning and the pattern on her was absolutely gorgeous and she couldn’t help but to smile at the mare until she realized she was staring. Comistar pulled her head back and snorted before trailing out of the cave a bit more.
“What brings you to these parts of the woodlands?” she asked Frosta. Comistar was curious to know why the mare had traveled so far into the woods and if others had followed her. Maybe today, Comistar would be getting her adventure.
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