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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 8:58 pm
Yuka straightens the last photograph, fastening it snugly in a protective showcase. She smiles faintly at the smiling faces, a feeling of warm nostalgia already falling over her. She closes the case, poking the lock across before turning on her heel. Mitexi, squatted on her makeshift bed, nestles down into her feathers, preening calmly.
Giggling softly, Yuka rubs her fingers down the top of her companion's feathered head, hugging her carefully around the neck. "Ohh," she croons, "I can not wait to start this journey."
Her accent, though fading as it were, is still thick with a Japanese decent. Mitexi nuzzles her beak into Yuka's soft cotton shirt, flicking her wings out impatiently. She isn't one much for affection, especially not that which lasts longer than she deems acceptable.
"I go check on Heather," the anthro Traveller states clearly as she rises onto her feet, clasping her hands together excitedly.
Mitexi quacks roughly in agreement, waddling in a circle in the sinking padding of her bed. Light fills the inside of the caravan as Yuka leaves briefly, and the duck shakes her head and closes her eyes to block it out. The door quickly shuts, and before long Mitexi is settled down to sleep.
Outside in the setting sunlight, Yuka tugs all of Heather's reigns, patting her affectionately on the side of her long face.
"Have carrot for you," she cheerfully announces, raising the food to the mare's mouth. Heather whinnies gratefully, gobbling up the orange veggy greedily. With another pat, Yuka brushes her furred fingers down the pony's neck, pulling her fingers through the Travelling pony's smooth mane.
"We will be on our greatest adventure yet," Yuka purrs, closing her golden yellow eyes out of excitement, much like a pleased cat would, the remains of the sunlight basking her in a warm golden glow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:53 pm
Swirling a white finger in her tea, Yuka tries to keep a straight face at the festive outfit she had Mitexi try out.
"Come on out and show me!" she croons, her Japanese dialect evident but quickly fading. There is a laugh on her voice.
The fiesty, angry duckling trots out grudgingly from hiding, squacking rather loudly in protest to her bizarre outfit. In an display of bells, ribbon, and satin material, the duck is custom fitted in a holiday inspired dress, or at least as much of a dress that one can produce for a duck's stature.
"Oh, you look beautiful, like baby doll!" Yuka cracks, unable to keep a straight face. She quickly pokes a few pins into the material for further modifications, but her pleased look tells all of her creation. Sneezing softly, she is reminded of her illness, one that had actually forced her bed-ridden for an entire week.
Mitexi voices herself again, ruffling and spreading her wings to bat away her guardian. She won't admit that, even if the style isn't quite what she likes, the intentions are fairly evident as good. But no one ever listens to what a duck has to say, of course, and again she quacks loudly.
Yuka's white tail swishes with a fit of overjoyed excitement, the most she'd had in weeks. "All right, all right, I shall get you out!" she assures the duckling, stroking her head lightly with the gentle tips of her snow white fingers. Mitexi settles down, whether from the promise of escape from the devination or the pleasurable and reassuring touch.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 10:42 pm
A small hand darts out from beneath her tunic. She places her tiny parcel on the door to Rhythmique--a gift for a friend she's never met. It's wrapped in purple cloth and tied with rough twine.
Inside is her gift: a charm necklace for Mitexi, when he grows into a child, he can wear it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 1:47 pm
Lorelei hurried up to the door of the wagon, then knelt to place a note, weighted with a stone, on the step. She knocked, considering waiting to talk to the inhabitant of the wagon. In the end, though, she hurried away again before the door opened, going to the next wagon.  I would very much like to meet you - I know that I have been very reticent and have isolated myself. I want that to end. Please, take this gift as a token of my good will... and come visit some time.
~ Lorelei
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