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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:54 am
She had thought the things looked odd, all bumpy and lumpy, so she had gently mouthed one. It felt even stranger in her mouth, and she had tossed it aside. It had rolled and bumped along with random thuds and thumps, then smashed into a tree with a very satisfying SPLAT! Delighted, she had spared a quick look around to be sure noone was around, and proceeded to play.
She would toss ones she could pick up in her teeth, letting them roll and thud enjoyably. Most didn't actually smash to smithereens like the first had, so finally she put her foot down. Literally. She wanted to squash the squash! So she planted one hoof in a firm stomp on a larger gourd. It exploded from under her foot with a lovely, gooey sound.
So here she was now, dancing among the many-colored fruits, smashing some with her hooves and tossing others into the air like an odd game of catch, only noone was there to catch them! She was having a fine time, and forgot to be looking out for the approach of other soquili.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 10:08 am
It was, perhaps, fortunate that he was easygoing, since when he caught sight of Zoet frolicking, rather than being annoyed at his own now-messy countenance, he chuckled out loud--it was rare, he'd found, to come across grown soquili who were willing to engage in such free-spirited play, and even more so for them to do so with such abandon.
"Having fun?" Even as he asked the question (not even stopping to think that a voice appearing out of nowhere might be a little unnerving), he reached down to pick up one of the as-yet undamaged gourds that still lay on the ground, testing its firmness in his teeth before tossing it lightly. It landed with a soft thud, rolling off into the underbrush.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:49 am
Startled by the laugh, Zoet spen in mid-leap. Rather than landing on the mass of small gourds, her forehooves sank deep into a rather large pumpkin. For a moment she merely stared at the other soquili, bat wings arching behind him, as he asked his nonchalant question, then tossed one himself. Totally astonished and growing rather chagrined at being caught playing like a filly, it took the brown mare a few moments to find her voice and gather her wits.
"Ah, well," she temporized for a moment, glancing down at her orange-enshrouded legs. She'd buried them halfway to her knees in the icky stuff. Smashing the smaller ones was one thing, but it was a distinctly odd sensation to have the goo entirely surrounding her legs like this. She lifted a hoof and ended up kicking a hole in the pumpkin's wall with its sharp edge. For some odd reason, this delighted her, and she moved the other hoof to make another hole. "Why, yes!" she finally replied, looking up at the stallion. "Yes I am!"
Gingerly she removed her hooves from the top of the pumpkin and circled around, hooves squishing with the gooey guts, to see what it looked like from the outside. Though light tnered the top of the gourd, the two oddly shaped holes she'd punched peered darkly out of the bright rind, giving the impression of two mismatched, leering eyes. "Hmm... rather creepy."
She then turned to the newcomer again, intending on introducing herself, but this time she noticed the splattered goo on him. Her eyes widened, and she stifled the urge to laugh. "Oh my, I'm sorry! Did I do that?" It was so hard to hold down the laughter! It just struck her as terribly funny. The fact that he had kalona wings didn't phase her one bit, not after meeting the flirtacious but friendly Antony. Consequently she didn't even flicker a glance at his wings, much less look uneasy about them. Instead laughter danced in her eyes and she valiantly attempted to school her expression into a properly contrite form, though it wasn't working very well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:11 pm
Eyes widening slightly as the mare's forelegs disappeared into the pumpkin, Vytali shook his head, still chuckling. "Well, it certainly makes me glad I'm not going to be the one who has to clean up the mess." he observed, looking at the mess of smashed and broken squash.
Raising an eyebrow at her inquiry as to his own squashed-squash...decoration, he inclined his head slightly. "You did, indeed. However, it's nothing that a quick visit to the stream later won't fix, I'm sure." Amusement tinged his words, a clear indicator as to his lack of irritation.
He couldn't help but wonder what had given her the idea to begin throwing the vegetables, initially--not that he objected to the practice--the squash he'd thrown had produced a satisfying noise when it had hit, so he could definitely see the appeal.
Not overly bothered by names, or a lack of them, it didn't even occur to him to actually ask what her name was--at least, not yet. "Your dam made you eat squash often as a child, didn't you?" This was asked with a straight-faced expression, as he waited to hear her response.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:51 pm
At the mention of a stream, she guiltily glanced at her own chest and forelegs, which were liberally splattered with gunk and seeds. A bit sheepishly, she grinned at him. "I think a trip to a stream is a very good idea. Shall we go together?" She moved lithely between the smashed pumpkins and gourds until she was beside him.
About then he made his witty comment, and she couldn't help it. She burst into laughter, throwing her head back and neighing high amusement. Now that the gunk was drying, though, it was getting itchy. She paused to nibble at her knee, spitting out a couple seeds and a string of gourd guts. "Blech. Actually, I never have liked the taste of them!" She chuckled. She was having such an amusing time that the mention of her mother didn't even sting. Why allow bad feelings about someone she didn't even know sully such a lovely day as this?
"I'm Zoet, by the way. And I'm sorry about splattering you." Amusement danced in her eyes, though, showing there was less remorse and more humor involved in her words.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 9:55 pm
Bobbing his head, Vyt chuckled at her contrastingly sheepish, then mischievious expressions. "I'd have to agree--before the squash becomes a permanent stain, a trip to get cleaned up is probably a good idea." Tossing his forelock, Vyt inclined his head at the introduction.
"I'm Vytali. And as I've already said, it's no problem. I'll consider it a badge of honor, for having survived the great squash massacre."
"Do you know of a stream nearby?" Shifting his weight slightly, he looked at her expectantly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 10:04 pm
"Hmm... by the lay of the land, and that grove of very thick trees over there," she pointed with her nose, "I'd guess there is likely to be water that direction." She began to pace in the direction she'd indicated, her long legs carrying her gracefully forward. "My father taught me how to read the land. He cares for his own nook of woods, and takes it very seriously." She smiled fondly, thinking of her beloved father. "He is a very dedicated and valiant protector of his land."
Her stride went from smooth to stilted quickly though. Soon she was walking very awkwardly, her rhythm broken and staccato. "Ugh, this stuff is under my frogs and it's starting to hurt." She slowed her pace and began to walk more gingerly. "As fun as it was, I think I'll advise my own kids not to try this one." Her head was lowered as she limped along, her breath snorting irritatedly. "I think my right fore must have a seed wedged in there too." She frowned and threw her companion a glance. She must look like an idiot, limping along with gook on her legs and now seeds in her hooves.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:57 pm
Content to let her lead the way, Vytali nodded. Personally, he thought protecting the land was a rather boring way to pass one's time...but to each their own, he supposed. The smile on his face slipped a bit when Zoet started limping--he might enjoy taunting others, from time to time, but that didn't mean he enjoyed watching someone else in physical pain, per se.
Moving up to stand closer beside her, he arched one of his eyebrows, looking at her expectantly. "Lean some of your weight on me, it might help?" He didn't even hesitate to ask if she wanted help. This would have been entertaining, if not for the pained look on her face.
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