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 Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:30 pm
(( PRP for Samandiriel, Darkmoon Dancer, and Wisp, Sayuri_Nitta )) 
He had just gotten out of his basket a few days ago, and yet here he was, impatiently flapping his wings trying to will them to make him fly. His face a scowling scrunch, and his short little tail angrily twitching back and forth, Samandiriel concentrated as hard as he could on what he thought flying would feel like. He wanted to know how to fly so badly because he wanted to learn how to shrink and then grow again, like Father said that flutters could do that at their own will!
The only reason the little foal was impatient to learn these things was because he wanted to be able to look at everything around him in as many aspects as he could, and surely everything looked very different when one was only a foot tall, as opposed to being lofty at his usual 3 feet. He would be able to see so many more details in everything! And he could then talk with the bugs, see their world from almost their perspective! There was just so much to see and this little foal wanted to see it all. So that he could paint it all and remember it forever.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:41 am
Wisp uncurled himself from the bundle of mane and tail he'd wrapped around like so many silken scarves to keep warm. He vibrated his wings, getting the muscles along his back moving so that he would be able to move with freedom even in the cold air.
He yawned, stretching his body as he got to his hooves, shrinking as he took to the wing, hovvering a distance from the snow dusted ground, the draught from his furiously moving wings causing ice crystals to dance in the air around him like a small, localised and glittering hurricane.
He moved onwards, pausing only to snatch up a mouthful of grass and drifted on towards where his second son was standing, obviously waiting - however impatiently - for a flying lesson. He drifted over Diriel and tugged on the colts mane.
'Good morning son.'
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 3:36 am
So busy was he, imagining all the wonderful things that he would see when he could become the size of a ladybug, that he almost didn't notice the tiny blizzard that approached him. He did see it, if only just, but he didn't manage to realize what it was until it was tugging at his mane, because he was still caught up in the thought of nuzzling a caterpillar's nose.
"Hello, father!!!" He practically bounced with excitement before he came to the realization that that might in fact deter Father from teaching him anything. Taking a giant breath in, Dir calmed himself so that he stood still. Then, and only then, did he exhale and turn to look at his father. At attention, he was showing in every way that he could think of, that he was ready to learn. Ready to become tiny, just like him!
Well, that was his hope anyway. Everyone must have heard by now that shrinking was his most looked-forward-to lesson, so it's not like Father could not know... right?
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