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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:29 pm
Bly was alone yet again. He had just met up with his father for the first time in what seemed like ages. But after awkward silences and dull small talk Copper had said goobye and disappeared through the trees. Bly had not seen his mother or sister in ages. He missed them and greatly wanted someone to talk to again. The silence was too much, so he started to sing to himself. "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little...Wait...what comes after that? Oh well. Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...Oh I forgot that one too..." he sighed and gave up, instead he hummed. He drew pictures in the dirt at his feet with his hooves. There was certainly nothing better to do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:56 pm
Her encounter with Shyam still shook her to the core, and she couldn't help but to have to constantly think about him. She almost pitied the Angeni; he was starving for a love that would never be, and through this, she really felt sad for him. He was magnificent and frightening, but just because he seemed that way... well. Nihkita knew she shouldn't be one to judge; she had never fallen in love with such powerful force, and she wasn't sure if she ever would. If she really chose to fell in love, she knew she'd fall for the one stallion who would always, always be there for her, no matter the circumstances. In any case, however, she was no longer within Shyam's presence, and was now free from his... well, he, too, was a creature with feelings, so... she really shouldn't judge him, even though the poor stallion was probably feeling judged by others all the time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 1:10 pm
After an hour of drawing worthless pictures in the dirt below him, the fact that he was completely alone embraced Bly. He wanted someone to talk to again, even if it meant awkward silences every now and then. Right now there was a silence so powerful that Bly wondered if anything could break it. He couldn't deal with it anymore. He hummed to himself again as a tear slid down his cheek. He looked to where his father had walked off and ran in that direction, hoping to find his father, or anyone, to talk to.
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