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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:14 am
The sun's raise tapped at Amadour's eyelids causing them to flutter and then open. "No, I don't want to get up, yet," the stallion mumbled. His eyelids moved so they where almost closed a few more times, before finally staying at the fully open. The sun's raise were just to strong against them. "Fine fine.. I am awake, curse you sun," he growled out. He stood up, stretched, and shook his main. Then looked around to see where his family was. His mother and sister didn't seem to be around, but his father was.
Amadour swiftly galloped over to where Duncan was grazing. He attempted to stop but his hooves had other plains. He ended up slamming into his father's side "Sorry.. morning dad," he rambled out, then muzzled his father cautiously .
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 1:34 pm
Duncan let out a loud grunt as his son basically rammed into his side. He wasn't upset about it though, he knew his son got a playful nature from himself, but he was winded from the force. "Morning..." Duncan managed to grunt out between breaths. After a moment of breathing hard Duncan managed to catch his breath. "You are up early this morning. Something bothering you?"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 2:38 pm
Amadour spun around, in circles, and danced about "I don't think so... well there are baskets...and mom is upset that I said I don't like mares... don't know why she's upset. She is all excited about Quin liking them," he rambled out, as he moved around. He suddenly stopped and whined out "She likes her better"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 2:49 pm
Duncan gave a short chuckle. "You think everyone likes her better, dont you?" Duncan nipped Amadour playfully. "Well, it isnt true. Your mom just likes to have some girl time with your sister, and wanting grand kids is natural for any parent. I even want them some day." He paused for a moment. "And what about baskets? You dont have any do you?" Duncan eyed his son suspiciously, but playfully.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 3:34 pm
Amadour returned his father's playful n** with one of his own "Well, it seems everyone likes her better," he stated then began trotting around "I have been trying to make a basket.. but everytime I do it falls part, so I have stopped for now," He stopped and looked up "I did meet a stallion, he said he knew you, and he didn't really laugh, not like the others."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 3:11 pm
"Why on earth would you want to make a basket? Having a basket means having a kid, and you're too young for that anyway!" Duncan knew Amadour wasnt too young to have children, but if he had children that would make him a grandpa, and he wasnt ready for that.
"Tell me of this Stallion that you met; is he nice?" Duncan didnt know too many of his children's friends. He liked to hear about them though.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 11:52 pm
"His name is Admon.. he is so sweet.. and his coloring is lovely..dad," Amadour purred out then sighed and got all dreamy-eyed for a moment "Oh but he doesn't want to help me make a basket" he informed Duncan then headbutted him again "You wanna help me make one.. huh huh? It will be fun. We could find the materals and do it tomorrow?" he asked
"I like the thought of having a kid" Amadour stated then turned and looked at his dad "Don't you like it?" he asked then began to trot around his father.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:28 am
"I love the idea of having kids, I have you dont I?" Duncan chuckled nervously. "But son... Baskets..." How on earth could he put this for his son. This was such an uncomfortable topic, he had avoided it all together with Quin. This was different from Quin though, she had been speaking of a guy. Duncan had at least though Amadour would have been talking about a female, but he was talking of a male. "Baskets cant be made by guys. Only two leggers and females can make them. The two leggers make the basket and the mare fills the baskets." This conversation wasnt one he wanted to have, and he blushed deeply.
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