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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:31 pm
Feeling just a little disappointed at the fact, Grace stood there, rooted to the spot for a moment before moving again, a small smile on her lips; patience will come in handy, after all! And besides, right now, she really wants something to eat... The berries had stopped growing since the days became colder, but there are still some grass left, as well as the last resort - the bitter and tough to chew tree bark.
Guess the only thing she dislikes about autumn and winter is the obvious lack of good food.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:40 pm
 Esta glowered at the bright sunlight. It had already lost the power of summer, though it wasn't yet as weak as it would be in the coming months. She sighed. Tregaran would tell her to stop looking at the shadows and enjoy the light in her life.
But Tregaran wasn't here right now. For the moment, she found his love and optimism positively suffocating. So here she was, wandering around the forest as it gradually died its annual death.
The white usdia shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Her eye fell on a cranberry colored figure, illuminated by one of the beams of sunlight that filtered through the upper reaches of the forest. She stopped, wondering if she should bother trying to approach the stranger or not. She probably wasn't the best company right now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:26 am
Grace stopped suddenly, sniffing around the base of a tree in her path; there was a small cluster of grass there. Feeling too hungry to consider the taste of rather dried grass, she took a bite, wincing a little at the taste before finally swallowing. As she was about to take another painful bite, she noticed a fellow Usdia in the distance; she had a beautiful pelt that almost shimmered in the sunlight.
Happy at the prospect of some company, she turned around and trotted in the direction of the other. A she neared the other Usdia mare, she nodded as a quick greeting before flashing a smile, "Hello there!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:33 am
Esta froze like a deer as the stranger called out to her. It would be rude of her to ignore the greeting and run. Swallowing nervously, the white usdia made her way over towards the stranger.
"Hello," she offered quietly. The other usdia, the other mare, was a lovely shade of crimson with a curly mane and tail that offset her coloring beautifully. In comparison Esta felt washed out and pale. Then again, she'd never thought much of her own looks beyond her scales.
The white usdia winced away from the thought. It was too close to the one she wanted to avoid at all costs.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:42 am
The shimmering "objects" on the pelt of the stranger caught her eyes, and she found herself staring rather intently at the other's back, trying to figure out what the pretty things were. When she realized that she had been staring, however, Grace gave a nervous laugh and blushed, taking a step back before hanging her head; if it wasn't for her dark pelt, she would be a bright red.
"Um... Sorry about that..." The Usdia mare muttered as she looked up at the stranger, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to stare... Its, well, they're very pretty... The shimmering things on your pelt."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:38 am
The white usdia tucked her head against her shoulder in a strange mixture of embarrassment, shame and anger. She didn't particularly want to talk about it...but it would be rude to not even respond.
"They're scales," she replied quietly, watching the other usdia with one eye while the other still had an incredible view of her own opalescent white scales. Her whole body was screaming that she really didn't want to talk about this.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:25 am
"Oh..." Grace replied; did she do or say something wrong? The stranger seemed somewhat offended... Was it because she commented on the 'scales'? Maybe the other didn't want to talk about it? The Usdia mare paused, not knowing what to say to break the awkward silence between them. Looking up, she offered an apologetic smile in an attempt to help break the ice.
"My name is Grace," She offered, bowing her head. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:19 am
The white mare finally uncurled her neck and brought her head out of her shoulder. Grace seemed like a nice enough person, but she still felt the other was far too...too eager and energetic.
"Esta..." she answered softly. It seemed like the more the crimson mare talked, the further inside herself the scaled one wanted to retreat.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:58 am
"Esta..." Grace echoed, offering another smile; her name was soft on the lips, and it does suit the pale female. Was she just shy though? Maybe she doesn't like socializing much, especially with strangers? The cranberry female paused for a moment before trying to start a new conversation, "Well... Autumn's already setting in, huh? Soon, winter will come again."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:11 am
Esta eyed the other mare with some suspicion. Why was she insisting on chatting? What point did it serve? The white mare simply couldn't shake her melancholy.
"Yes..." she replied before, wonder of wonders, continuing. "The season and dying and soon all will be dead or sleeping, and only the light of spring will reveal which is which." And if she met up with a certain...someone...before spring, the renewed light would shine only on her bones. Esta shuddered at the thought.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:19 pm
The white mare's answer made Grace feel somewhat uncomfortable, although she tried not to show it on her face; she had never really thought of winter as a season where things die. It always felt more like the Earth just goes into a state of deep sleep, but the moment Spring arrives, the Earth will start to wake up again... After all, she was born in Winter, and that means that to a certain degree, Winter can bring life.
"Well," The Usdia finally spoke, musing out loud with a small smile, "That's true, but I guess its just life... Things are born, they grow old and then, they die. Its like the seasons..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:37 am
She felt a bit guilty for making the other mare uncomfortable, but she just couldn't muster the enthusiasm to temper her negativity. Esta might like winter ordinarily, but lately all she could see in it was it's cold and remote whiteness.
"It may be true but the seasons are a never ending cycle, and we are mere mortal beings," she replied, a little sharply. "It may be that one winter you and I simply up and vanish beneath the snow until spring reveals only our bones with no real hint as to why we ended up that way."
She hadn't meant to let the other mare provoke her into talking so much and lapsed back into silence uneasily.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 6:24 am
Grace looked startled at the other mare's words; it does made sense because winter is a dangerous season, and she knows that, but she had always been more optimistic towards life. Pausing, she gradually relaxed before giving a small smile, "We are mortal, but think of it this way - our bodies go back to the Earth after we die anyway. Being mortal also means that we have to be extra careful and live life to its fullest! That way, even if I do perish in the snow next week, I would go in peace."
She paused again, looking away embarrassed for a moment; she had no idea where it all came from, but part of her just wanted to help put a smile on the white Usdia's face... Her attention drifted back to Esta, "Did that make any sense? If you die unafraid, it means you've won and whatever killed you lost... Well, in a sense..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:40 pm
Esta snorted. Clearly this mare was overly optimistic. "When we die, if we're lucky, our bodies are buried and no one has to watch them rot. If we're not, they're eaten by predators and scavengers." In her mind, there was nothing positive about death, and Grace's unending optimism grated on her nerves.
And she kept going on, spouting philosophy meant to console any rational, thinking being able to worry about the future. The white mare couldn't take it. "If you die, you're dead and it's over!" she cried. "The dead can't win or lose." For the first time, bright green eyes focused on pink ones, refusing to look away. "The one who survives is the winner."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:34 am
Esta had a totally different point of view about winter and death... A really pessimistic point of view.
"Oh... I- I'm sorry..." Grace stammered; she didn't know why she apologized, but she just felt like she had to; the white mare's sudden outburst unnerved her, and maybe she offended her again without realizing it. "I didn't mean to force my ideas on you..." She shifted her hoofs nervously as she looked away from Esta, clearly flustered.
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