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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:27 pm
Into the snow she plodded, testing the snow to see where she could step without sinking. She didn't like the cold, and certainly did not want to sink and wind up stuck in it. Tossing her short hair, as she shook her head to those most unpleasing thoughts. Why did it need to snow? Couldn't there be grass showing, new grass, and butterflys flying about and flowers blooming? She'd much prefer that over this cold white snow. It was...unfeeling and without any life, in other words it was depressing.
Not looking to where she was going, just heading in the general direction of out of the woods, her gaze was downcast watching the snow. She didn't want to step on anything sticking up from it nor did she want to sink into the snow.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:49 pm
Tarala walked around in the snow, somewhat enjoying the new day. She loved, yet hated the snow, she loved it because it was the time of the years she couldn't be spotted by bees, but she also hated the season because there were no flowers. Knowing they would always come hand in hand, she sighed a little.
With each step she took, Tarala would look back at the previous tracks she had made, enjoying the feeling of, in a sense, leaving a mark on the planet; she didn't really think about the idea of them disappearing with the next snowfall. Negative things, except things related to bees, never really crossed her mind.
Her eyes followed the path of her hoof imprints, which lead her to notcing another Usdia mare. Unlike herself, she didn't seem to be enjoying herself very much. Trotting back to where she came from, Tarala lowered her head and peeked up at her. "Hi there," she greeted with a happy tone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:14 am
Without too much thought to it, since the prints were so small, she had started to walk in the hoof prints already left i nthe snow. The moment she'd spied them she'd thought it a safe way to walk, without sinking into the snow. How nice to While the other Usdia, who had spoken and gained her attention, looked like a bee Eilir looked like a butterfly. What variety or species though was uncertain, but it was perhaps yet another reason she disliked the winter so much.
"Hi...enjoying the snow?" He asked, noting the other didn't seem to dislike it, not as much as she did at any rate.Looking the other Usdia over she noted...wings. Now that was odd. She hadn't thought that possible. She'd seen wings on soquili but never on a Usdia, but they suited her with there tiny size.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:42 am
"Snow... I don't know if I really like it or not." Tarala pouted a little bit. "I miss all the flowers and their smells during the warmer seasons. Out of curiosity, she looked over the rest of the mare. She was green with bits of black. Tarala noticed an interesting marking on her back... It was wings!
Immediately, she took a step back. "Y-you're not a b-bee, are you?!" Tarala's fear of bees dominated the fact that another friend had previously taught her about bugs called 'butterflies' that were harmless. She kept taking steps back until one of her hind legs slipped on one of the holes she had previously made and she landed on her butt.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 1:27 pm
"I miss the flowers as well, and no I'm not a bee." She said laughing at the other and tossing her hair. Letting her hair fall back into her face, it really was a loosing battle which she engaged in quite often. Trying to get her hair from her face, and it never stayed out of her face, and yet she always tried.
Surprised by the others reaction she went over, to offer to help her up. "I'm like a butterfly. I've seen enough to know that." But what one she didn't know, she'd never seen one colored like herself.
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