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 Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:20 pm
A PM Rp with Charlotte (Insane Butterfly) and Wystan (Thalea)
 
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:24 pm
Charlotte was busy starring at a tree which the leaves were turning a reddish orange color and looking very pretty indeed. Charlotte was just thinking it would be absolutely lovely if there was a chance of getting one of those pretty leaves when something blew across her hooves. Startled she stepped back with a snort, only to realize that the wind was blowing a particularly orangey-red leaf across the ground and that was what had got her attention. Quickly, she chased down said leaf, keeping her nose toward the ground, careful not to trample it. Yet, every time she would get close to catching said leaf, it would blow out of reach, so she set herself for chasing it around.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:25 pm
Change was in the air, the summer had released its hold on the world and autumn picked up where summer left off. Orange and red leaves filled the trees and covered the forest floor; a crisp breeze blew though the colorful woods. For once Wystan stood still and was not searching for a mystery; he had just left slavery with the Flock and the outside world appeared different to him. Pale blue eyes observed the woods, taking in every detail and submitting it to memory; it was a reflex caused by his occupation.
A few moments passed when the detective heard the sound of crunching leaves and the soft thud of someone moving. Curious, the angeni stallion headed in the direction of the noise.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:26 pm
Charlotte had finally cornered her pretty leaf and gently picked it up by its pretty red stem. She tossed her mane out of her face in triumph and trotted around with her prize like a flag before she came to a halt and looked down her muzzle to see the leaf better, almost causing her to go cross eyed. Though, now satisfied and convinced she would be able to find another pretty leaf like the one she had she tossed the leaf into the wind to make it flutter away. Although the leaf just drifted down and landed softly in the grass. Charlotte turned toward the leaf with a harrumph and blew at it until it fluttered back into the wind. Completely unaware of how foal like she was currently being.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:27 pm
Blue eyes watched as an orange leaf disconnected from a branch and fell in graceful loops to the leaf covered earth. The forest was calm; a brisk breeze blew through the trees, causing more leaves to dance to the ground. A smile formed on the stallion’s countenance, it had been a while since he had taken the time to smell the flowers so to speak. Wystan continued his way toward the noise, and stopped, an amused smile filling his face; a purple mare with a white mane and tail jumping and chasing the leaves around a small glade. She was filled with joy that the detective had only seen in foals. It was refreshing.
Wystan cleared his throat, hopping that he would not startle the mare too much, “Hello Miss. You appear to be enjoying yourself.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:28 pm
Charlotte's ears perked up and her body froze as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Had they seen her frolicking like a foal? Were they dangerous? Did they think her dim witted? Might they eat her? Many questions formed inside her mind at this point until she calmed herself down enough to turn around and at least look at the speaker. "Oh...erm…Hello..." She was rather bashful at this point, having stood like a statue for probably a good half a minute or so. "Oh…yes it was a bit fun. I was just a tad bit bored you see, and then it was such a pretty leaf and..." She'd run out of excuses for that’s all she had, which was the truth. She smiled sheepishly and then replied with; "My name is Charlotte. What’s yours?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:29 pm
He did not move as he watched her contemplate his appearance, even though she was not facing him, the detective could see some of the questions that crossed her mind appear in her body language. Wystan relaxed his pose to show that he did not mean her any harm and gave the mare a non-threatening smile when she turned to face him, “Chasing leaves is a great way to alleviate boredom… it has been awhile since I have seen one chase falling leaves,” the angeni stallion tried to remember the last time he witnessed someone chasing leaves for fun; he had not seen it since he was a foal when he and his brother would chase the leaves as they made their way with their mother to distant lands. The two brothers had made it a competition to see who could collect the most leaves; for some odd reason there was never any winner.
Wystan bowed his head, “It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Charlotte; I am called Wystan.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:17 pm
Charlotte smiled widely and stepped toward him. "Oh it’s lovely to meet you Wystan." She said this with more confidence now and took note of his wings. Once more a child-like fascination took hold of her and she inched closer, eyes wide. "They're beautiful! Oh! I wish I was able to fly or had such pretty wings as these!" She gazed up at him, an awed smile on her face. "Is it lovely to fly?" And suddenly she straightened up and backed away, realizing he must have been invading his personal space and that it had probably been rude. "My apologies..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:18 pm
Wystan gave a small laugh, “Don’t apologize, I tend to do the same thing, since I am of a curious sort.” The stallion sorted out her questions in his mind and gave a smile to the mare, “Thank you and it is an amazing experience, it feels similar to running as fast as you can across a flat plain, that excitement and the feeling of being as light as air.” Even though the stallion has not been able to run as fast as he could across a flat plain, for his wings would always slow him down; his best friend would describe the experience in great detail for his benefit.
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