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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:20 pm
 "Hmm...now let me think." Standing perched on a large boulder in the middle of the river, Lessia looked around like the proverbial queen of the castle. Granted, HER castle was rushing water and lots of grass, but as far as she was concerned it was the best castle a mare could hope for. Ever since she'd been a small foal, Lessia had loved to be out and about, prowling in search of fun and adventure. As a kid, she'd been roaming as soon as she was old enough to walk, doing her part to make sure her parents got their daily exercise. As she got older, she took to prowling about with her siblings, and now that she was finally an adult... Well, the world was her oyster, naturally! And right now, she wanted to take advantage of that oyster. Or eat that oyster. Or however one finished that expression! It was a pity that Seyx wasn't around to do some prowling with. This place was new, and she loved to have someone to verbally dissect the landscape with. New experiences were best shared, after all! But Seyx was being a good son and visiting his parents, so it was just her today. Too bad, but it was his loss, not hers. "So...what to do first?" Food? Fun? Fish?
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 2:00 pm
 It was a rather simplistic pleasure, but he tended to lapse into more coltish ways when noone was there to see. Right now, that enjoyment was of walking up a streambed. The water was quite shallow, and the sensation of the flowing, splashing water curling around his fetlocks and splashing up on his legs. It was terribly soothing while simultaneously invigorating.
The summer heat hadn't been bad at all this year, but even soo, the coolness of the stream was welcome, while not wetting his lovely locks. He was inordinately proud of his curling mane. His braided tail trailed along in the water behind him, but he paid it no heed. Instead, he began to focus on bobbing his head in an exaggerated way, grinning as his curls bounced with his steps.
The stream was winding among the trees, their dapple-green light reflecting from the rippled surface of the water. He was admiring his own wavery image as he came out from under the trees. He had to blink back sudden tears that sprang to his eyes as the full brilliance of the sun was reflected up to him. He stopped and shook his head to clear his eyes. When he could see again, he was staring directly at a lovely vision with horns like a gazelle. For a moment, all he could do was stand and stare in admiration. What a mare!
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 3:34 pm
To say that Lessia's thoughts were a great deal less poetic than Leigh's was an understatement. Sure, the world was a bright and glorious place dying to be explored, but whether or not she'd spend a lot of time comparing it to other landscapes was questionable. And as for her impressions of the stallion...
Well, she was certainly pleased! Just when she'd resigned herself to having to spend the day being Lessia the Solitary, here comes the chance to make a new acquaintance AND have a companion for her daily ramble! Nevermind that the stallion might have other plans, might be roaming himself, might be anti-social, or might have one of many other possible roadblocks to her master plan in place.
Yeah, none of that mattered. Jumping off of her rock into the water with a mightly sploosh, Lessia gave the stallion a big, toothy grin of greeting. "Hey, hi! Great day to be out in the world, isn't it? Couldn't you just do this ALL the time, be out in nature with the sun at your back?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:18 pm
Ah, stop his heart! A girl after his own heart! Eyes alight with pleasure, he shook out his mane and arched his neck, grinning sideways at the pretty mare. "Why yes! So much territory to enjoy, and so little daylight to do it in!" And if his roving eyes suggested a different kind of landscape than she spoke of, who could blame him? She was a glittering pearl within the normality of their surroundings.
He continued up the stream towards her rock, gazing up at her appreciatively. "So what is it that you are most enjoying this fine day?" He didn't, quite, waggle his eyebrows at her, nor was he, quite, leering at her. He wasn't really as lecherous as his thoughts might lead one to think. He merely was young, full of vitality, and quite hopped up on hormones. To him, every lady was lovely, and every pleasure worth savoring. "And how may I help you to enjoy it more fully?" He flashed another smile, bright and laced with layers of meaning. If he'd stopped to consider, he'd have been astonished that so far, he'd avoided putting his hoof in his mouth. Fate only knew if that luck would last, however.
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