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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:10 pm
 Being on one of her walks again, Figment's hair was wet from the rain cloud that hung over her in the sky. She decided to take shelter when she spotted a wide tree that seemed to be keeping everything underneath it dry. This way, the rain would no longer be pinching her skin in a downpour. It wasn't a very good day to be on a walk, but Figment liked taking walks, so she wanted to chance having a little rain, only to end up getting soaked on her way.
As she trotted under the tree, she noticed she was correct when she thought everything under there was dry. It seemed like nothing was watered under it. The grass came to an end under the tree, leaving only dirt that kicked up dust.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 1:59 pm
 Mahavir trotted as quickly as he could manage threw the pouring rain. He wanted to find shelter fast, but the fierce drops pierced his skin; keeping his pace slow. Silently, he cursed the vast land, seemingly void of any decent form of shelter. However, Mahavir finally spotted a broad tree off in the distance not too far off in the distance. He couldn't be quite sure, but the land beneath the tree seemed to be dry. But through his squinted eyes he failed to see the figure of another horse.
Coming up on the tree, Mahavir was suprised to step on dirt instead of grass. His stomp caused quite a bit of dust to stir up around him; which began to cling to his soaked body. Finally glancing up, Mahavir caught site of something, or rather, someone. It seemed another horse, a mare, had found this escape from the storm. However, Mahavir couldn't help but blush at the thought of someone seeing him like this; wet, matted hair and dirt smudging everywhere.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 2:34 pm
"Escaping the rain too?", Figment smiled sweetly as the stallion ran next to her. The mare looked at him and noticed he looked even more wet than she was. Then again... she was standing under the tree longer. Figment observed the water dripping off the stallion's mane and fall on the ground. It seemed to immediantly disappear into the dusty earth. Looking back at him, she noticed the pretty markings that were covered by wet dust and seemed to stare at them in admiration.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:32 pm
"Ah, yes. But it seems to be too late." Mahavir joked, giving his mane a slight shake in an attempt to ditch some of the water. Below him, the dry, dusty earth seemed to immediately soak up any of the moisture like a thristy foal. After rubbing the hair from his eyes, Mahavir noticed the mare staring directly at him. In this self-consious moment, he thought she was disgusted by how filthy he was at the moment. But he wasn't about to be judged by anyone.
"Hey!..." Mahavir began, but then stopped. He was about to say something to the mare, most likely a sacrastic comment, but then one fact surfaced. "What's your name?" Mahavir asked quickly. How could he have forgotten to ask her name?
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 12:44 pm
As the stallion shook his mane, water splattered all over Figment. Looking at him, the mare just burst out in a giggle. "Guess even if you are out of the rain, you can't stay dry.", Figment joked.
"Oh! Sorry about that. My name is Figment.", the mare grinned. "What's yours?" She decided not to admire his markings anymore since he might think she is strange or something. Besides, they always say that staring is rude.
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