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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:05 pm
 Isadora had some how managed to slip the watchful eye of her mother and her even more so, older cousin. Today she wanted to do something different and it would not be so different if she just stayed with Dhiren and her mom and played the same games. Oh no, indeed not. So now she was alone, wich was never comforting because there was no one else around. It was never good to be by ones lonesome and it made her worried. What if no one saw her for a while and she just was forgotten about? No, that would never do. She would miss her mommy and her Nuka and sister, and of course her cousin. She pouted for a moment before recalling why she had slipped away. She wanted to do something different today. But..what to do?
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:44 pm
The mare smiled some, thinking of a particular soquili she had only just recently met. A real knight and such a gentleman! Amarii couldn't believe her good fortune in having met him, and hoped upon hope that she might cross his path again. And soon! He seemed like a good friend, a genuine soul, and Amarii was only now realizing just how friendless she had recently become. All of her friends had grown and fled the lands, taking on mates their own or pursuing dreams and roaming. Honestly, her existance wasn't quite as fulfilling as it had been in her younger days . . .
Thankfully though, Amarii wasn't one to get down. She preferred to be around family and friends, but could accept the quieter moments in life. Like now, strolling along the plush grasses and enjoying time with her thoughts and introversion. But it seemed the spirits weren't in the mood to keep Amarii contemplating her lot in life, or her newest acquaintence. For a flash of violet and pink stuck out amongst the grasses, and leave it to Amarii to be drawn towards such shades!
"And what have we got here?" She pondered aloud, though a warm smile crossed her features and her yellow eyes glowed bright. Not even twenty feet ahead of her looked to be a lone foal! How delightful! "Good afternoon, mademoiselle!" She called out, pausing in her approach in case the young one might bolt out of fear. It had been a long time since she'd crossed paths with one so small. It amazed Amarii that she was once so delicate and petite.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 4:44 am
Isadora stopped, eyes wide at a new voice. Her ears went forward and her head shot in its direction and she came to stare at pink legs. She lifted bright pink eyes and followed long wavy hair to a pretty face. Glittering caught her eye and she noticed a pretty gold....something. She wasn't sure what it was called.
Grinning she faced her completely and went up to the mare, tail wiggling with excitement. "Hello! What does "madymoi-sil" mean?" Happy to no longer be alone she nuzzled the mare as a way of greeting, always the one for touching and invading space.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:54 am
Amarii was surprised that the little filly didn't seem at all reserved or shy. The way she bounded up and freely began to talk to her was endearing, if a little worrisome. There were other soquili out there that would just as easily snatch up a foal or cause them harm . . .where was this ones parents or family? Oh well. Thankfully, Amarii herself was completely harmless and was quite independent. If anything did try to cause the violet girl harm, Amarii would defend her.
Chuckling as Isadora freely nuzzled her, the mare's long tail gave a happy little wag. Her open personality was a bit infectious! "Mademoiselle is just a title for young fillies, such as yourself. It's a very prim and proper sort of title but very fitting for young princesses of the world." So Amarii had always believed herself to be of royal blood. She also had a tendency to dub most males prince charmings, and almost all females princesses or noble ladies.
Grace, formality, and good manners were extremely important to the mare, and no one was too young to learn such things. Or too old, for that matter!
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