[PRP] And it's needles and pins. (Jonquil & Neva)

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Adventuring hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped that day. Mud was caked to his hooves and running clear up his legs as Jonquil wearily plodded out of the woods, wondering how in the world he'd managed to find the only section inside that wasn't frozen solid. At the time, he'd been terribly excited, and had nosed around until he was satisfied he'd explored every corner of the murky, swampy little area. The novelty had begun to wear off, however, when he'd slipped and ended up in the ice cold water up to his chest. If anything had been a wake-up call and an indication to pack it up and head home, it had been shaking his coat out after that experience.

Luckily, it wasn't snowing. Though he was still cold and in some fairly desperate want of warmth, he knew home wasn't far, and if he wandered into a village there would be some two-leggers he knew wouldn't mind helping him warm up. For the most part, he didn't actually mind humans, having met a fair few who were decent on the whole during his travels, but he disliked depending on them. Still, in the dead of winter, it was dangerous to have a wet coat.

Picking up his pace, he made his way in the path he had plowed earlier, thankful at least that he didn't have to shove his way through snow and encase his body in that. He was going to get sick at this rate, and as a grown stallion, he had no one to blame but himself. He'd failed to follow his own advice - take a partner with you when you go exploring, especially in winter - and he was being reminded rather ironically of why that was so.

Trotting briskly, hoping the exercise would serve to warm him, he spotted another Soquili in the distance. His ears pricked forward and he smiled, relief flooding him. Hopefully, they would know of a close place that was both warm and dry - and if not, he would be thankful for a little company until he got where he needed to be.

When he got close enough so that he could be heard, he called out, "Hello!" and tossed his head, a calm smile on his face. It wasn't anyone he had met before, but that was a good thing. Jonquil always enjoyed meeting others, and making new friends if he could.

 

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The winged mare had been out walking, thinking about the many things that always ended up in her mind. Her revenge on her family was the most important thing on her list. As she thought about her plans, she slowly plodded through the snow, ignoring all the scenery about her. Neva wanted to be disowned from her family, and she was getting desperate. All of her attempts so far have failed. What luck it was that she was in such a loving family. Not.

Neva snorted angerly as she thought of her too loving mother. It was sickening as to how loving that mare could be. Then there was her brother Andre who was always on her case whenever he was around. It was none of his buisness what she did. For all she cared he could go off and get killed by a kalona. Her thoughts traveled deeper as her plans began to formulate. She would have her revenge one way or another.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by someone shouting. Great. Just great. Can't I ever get time alone? Seriously. It's all I ask. Neva thought as she gave an irritated snort before turning to see who had dared called out to her. Great. Another stallion. She couldn't help but wonder if it was a stallion holiday to annoy her to death. "Go away." Perhaps a simple go away would work with this stallion.

 

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Jonquil was surprised to receive such a rude reception from a simple greeting. It was true he wasn't looking his best, but he hadn't thought that a little mud and water on the legs would inspire hostility; then again, he'd run across some vain Soquili who would not even associate with someone if they deemed them less attractive than they were. However, he didn't like to make that sort of judgment call before there had been undeniable evidence stacked up to support it.

Ears pricking forward, slightly surprise evident on his expression, he came within a few feet of the mare and scanned her appearance briefly. She was of brilliant coloring and a wind Soquili at that, her appearance clearly magnificent, but her expression was a little sour, her posture speaking of a mood that did nothing to compliment her looks. In his experience, most people who were rude without warrant tended to simply be having a bad day, and they only needed someone to talk to.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, choosing to ignore the less-than-pleasant greeting for now. His tone held no censure or mocking; it was a simple question that would hopefully lead to a satisfying answer.

 

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The mare snorted in irritation as the stallion didn't leave, but instead asked if something was the matter. Why couldn't they all leave when she told them to go away? What part about 'Go Away' could they not comprehend. Go, means move, and Away means not here. She continued walking in the direction she had been going, before answering the stallion's question.

"Nothing is the matter you stupid noisy stallion." Neva's voice held the tone of irritation and anger as she spoke. Perhaps now she could get back to her plans of revenge, but deep down she knew this stallion would be just like the others. He'd follow her, annoy her with all his questions about her needing to talk about what she's feeling, and be all happy joy etc. She waited for his voice to dare speak to her again, and for him to start following her as she walked.