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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 10:30 am
 It no longer surprises Ydda, how she always manages to lose her way whenever she is asked to help look for the filly of their small herd. Perhaps she merely uses it as an excuse to go out and explore on her own. Highly unlikely as she dislikes being away from the herd for too long a period of time. The possibility of being left behind (no matter how often she has been assured they would wait for her) simply refuses to go away even after all this time.
She sighs, shakes her short mane in dismay and stands out in the open, trying to gather her bearings. Would it be too much to hope that someone would come look for her? Or find her at the very least?
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:48 am
 Misti wandered through the forest, it was the same as it had been each time she visited. Although it was nice seeing the same surroundings day after day it was also slightly discouraging that she could not see new places and people with every waking moment.
The sun shone with a gentle ferocity, licking with gentle tongue of fire creating a combination of heat and light that left the land in a gentle ambiance. Each ray of light slipped softly through the canopy to light up even the darkest parts of the forest. With every step her eyes dashed to all the plants around, the bugs and creatures that crawled where fascinating, appearing in every colour, at least that was ever changing, a touch of uncertainty in a routine of monotony.
Suddenly a butterfly landed softly on her nose, the feelers gently examining her, she looked at the bright colours on its wings. It has always intrigued her how something so small had such intricate details of many different colours. This one was a nice variety of yellows, greens and pinks. The marks looked like eyes on the mighty wings that gazed directly back at her. As suddenly as it had appeared it disappeared again, fluttering softly away being carried on the gentle breeze that blew towards the centre of the forest, although she had chores to do her mind wandered to the butterfly and before she knew it she was chasing it softly. Flapping the tips of her wings in an effort to copy the butterflies elegance and grace.
Continuing her walk she reached the edge of the forest, the sound of running water ringing through her mind, perhaps it was time for a drink.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:01 am
The mare was hesitant to keep going any further, it would make finding her easier if she stayed where she was. Yet some part of her wanted to push on, to try a little harder to find the missing filly. Should she continue on towards the forest or does she wait a little longer?
Gray eyes spy movement, a shape, vivid colors. It was not Kredoe but there was definitely someone else. Perhaps this individual would be kind enough to direct Ydda back to the edge of the desert. Or perhaps it would be hostile.
Ydda hopes it is the former, though she readies herself to bolt.
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