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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:13 pm
 Low walked quietly through a small area of swamp, every few steps she'd stop and graze from the low greenery but mostly she just walked.
She tried to keep a low profile but she was unique enough and coloured differently enough from the swamp itself that she was rather easy to pick out. The poor, shy girl found herself completely overwhelmed when other Kimeti approached her and usually fell quiet... Quiet enough that they'd eventually just leave because she was absolutely horrible at conversation.
Sometimes she tried practicing talking with songbirds and foxbuns and other little creatures that would cross her path... But they never spoke back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:01 pm
 Streaked Sky trilled through the swamp, delighting that day in simply being alive. For some reason, colors were sharper, scents were sweeter, and her mind was at ease. She was content in just flowing around, catching her reflection in pools. She didn't hear many other songbirds around her, but it was probably because they were so jealous of her beauty and skill in being a song bird. And she wasn't even a bird to begin with!
Content to rest for awhile, she took perch in a lower branch at the edge of a pool. Leaning forward a bit, she could stare at her own reflection quite well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 3:10 am
Slowly, and very carefully, Low walked, her head hanging low, her eyes weary of her every step. She was never sure where she was going, and she never traveled far, but she liked to see the different scenery the swamp had to offer- even if this was the dozenth time she saw it.
She had been thirsty for some time, and, thankfully, there was a pool not too far ahead of where she was, now. A small, timid noise, similar to that of a cow's lowing, escaped Low, as she approached the water. With much delight she trotted the rest of the way there and immediately dipped her head to the water to quench her thirst.
Low drank enough to fill her and pulled back, sitting awkwardly on the water's edge. Silently, she watched the ripples her disturbance in the water created.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 9:55 pm
Confidently preening herself and checking her reflection this way and that, Comet even took on an ethereal form to look at that too. Twice the beauty, for one lucky doe!
And then! Ripples! Someone disturbed her mirrors surface! Looking across, Comet saw a rather homely (aren't they all, she asked herself?) doe watching the water ripple.
Quite angry at the disturbance, she sent her ghostly form across the water, intent on subjugating the doe to quite the talking to.
"You there," she started, "why are you rippling the water? Can't you see some of us enjoy looking at our beauty and do not care to be disturbed?"
especially someone of my caliber, she added silently to herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:29 am
With a small jump, Low leaned her body back, unsure of how she should be reacting to this... Ghost. She wasn't frightened, but she was definitely not completely comfortable.
She stared at the ethereal body and then her eyes refocused and she stared through it- to the similarly coloured songbird sitting on a tree branch. "So pretty..." she mused, forgetting, temporarily, about her company.
She shook her head to clear her mind, the hair on the top of her head flying this way and that as she did. "I was thirsty." she stated simply, her eyes returning to the form before her, "Surly, as beautiful as you are, even the ripples don't disturb your reflection."
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:32 pm
Comet shook her ethereal head in delight. This doe knew who to compliment and why, obviously!
"Be that as it may," she continued in her fancy voice, "why don't you use the ponds that don't reflect? Those are for drinking."
Some kimeti! What they lacked in beauty, they also lacked in brains! She was very lucky to have both! Her bird form chirped in agreement.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 3:55 pm
Fortunately, despite what her company thought, Low was very good at thinking on her toes and a quick learner.
"There are no pretty things to look at, like yourself and," she nodded towards the songbird past the ethereal form, "that lovely songbird on the low branch across the way."
She paused for half a second, "Not even flowers. Just sticks and mud and brown trees."
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