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 Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:18 am
  ``````````````````````````````````````````` It is a lovely day!
A small mare soars among the clouds like her mother would do and metiliciously taught her how to fly with grace and embrace the life in the air. Her cream colored tail streams behind her like a blanket while her black wings with golden striped tips flaps once and twice before she swoops down to the meadows because she needs to rest and refuel.
The sun is high in the cornflower blue skies while the pure white clouds lazily floats by. The temperature is perfect for the fall.. not too hot.. not too cold and there is an occasional breeze that will tickle through her curly cream-colored mane. Rowenya flaps her wings as she lands on the plush green grass and she just stood there with a huge grin on her face. This is the first time she finally left her parents' side to venture out in the world and she actually love it!
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:27 am
Oliver flicked his ponytail out from his eyes, cursing as the usually-light fall breeze made his mane and tail seem like they had minds of their own.
He took an unusual route, this time, to get to his favorite place; an ancient tree, twisted by age and weather, with fire red leaves year round. The branches swooped towards the earth with a grace of a dancer, and the huge canopy provided excellent protection when the weather was fierce.
He emerged from a copse of trees into a vast meadow, dead and dying flowers littering the ground in dusky colors of faded purples, yellows, and pinks. The grass was still green, which was a surprise; everywhere he had been before this, the grass was brown and fried from the latest intense heat wave.
Sighing contentedly, Oliver decided to stop for a moment and eat his fill of the lush, sweet grass; he didn't know when he'd encounter grass of such quality during the winter.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:39 am
Rowenya watches a swirl of colored leaves move by her by the wind then she couldn't help but to giggle because everything is so colorful and SO beautiful right now. Ahh... the autumn.. the season of colors! The small mare moves toward the same ancient tree because thats one of her mama's favorite spots. She have heard so many different yet so wonderful stories about this tree that she will usually spend hours upon hours just standing in front of the tree and watch it.
A startled yelp escaped her as a stallion moved into her line of vision and she danced backward. She is sorely tempted to fly away but she could see that the stallion doesn't have wings like her and he apparently is here to graze just like her. Her wide golden eyes stared at the stallion then they traveled toward the ponytail. "What the...... OH HELLO!!" She knows its better to be polite instead of gaping at him like a mindless mare.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:55 am
Oliver lipped up some of the tender grass, moving toward the gnarled tree, and flicked his ears towards a sound.
Hoofbeats.
He lifted up his head warily as a mare called out a greeting, and was momentarily startled. Sure, everyone would be surprised if, when one assumed one was alone, a random voice erupted from the silence and announced the presence of another.
"Good morning...?" he called out, somewhat confusedly, as he studied the mare; she had wings, like his herd-mate, Journey, but she seemed... smaller, perhaps? He couldn't rightly tell; she was too far away!
Being the polite gentleman that his father had taught him to be, Oliver made his way slowly towards the mare, bowing his head as he stopped a few paces from her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:41 am
Rowenya's wings flutters in excited yet anxious manner while she looks at the stallion with a curious yet sweet expression on her face. She watches the stallion approaching her but stopping the few paces and she smiles at Oliver. "How are you doing? I am Rowenya." She introduces herself as she grins more.
When she finally got more closer look, she looked him over while studying his appearance. Rowenya is very interested in the colors and markings on his body but she is more interested in the ponytail thing Oliver seemed to be sporting right now. Not knowing what she is doing, a smaller mare slowly tilts her head to side and stared openly at the hair.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:50 am
"Oliver," said the stallion shortly, quirking his brow as he noticed the mare staring at his mane. The ponytail.
The blasted little conversation starter.
He flicked his head a bit and sent the small clump of hair to hide behind his neck, then smiled warmly.
"My name is Oliver, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Rowenya," he said more kindly now, bowing his head slightly and closing his eyes in a pleasant greeting.
"I am doing quite well... in fact, I was planning on coming to this very tree."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:33 am
Rowenya suddenly diverted her eyes from the ponytail then she looks up at Oliver's eyes with a sheepish smile on her face. "Its very nice meeting you, Oliver. I am sorry if I seemed to be rude by staring at your hair.. I never have seen that kind of hair before... being all binded up in just one rope." She looks at him with a slight smile on her face. "I like it." She says in hope that it will relax the atmosphere around them.
"You too? I was coming to this tree too." Rowenya excitedly says as she tries her best not to bounce back and forth from side to side because she is an adult now and it wouldn't be appropriate on her part. So she just twittered excitedly as she grins happily at Oliver. "This is really beautiful tree.. and apparently it draws in alot of soquilis yes?"
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