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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:24 pm
 Memory stood at the river looking at the logs and strange things that floated on the moving water, a slight breath of frustration left her as she looked at the strange world before her.... everything was so different now, and not just because she had lost her entire family in one cruel accident.
Ok.... she needed to get across. Memory had watched some of the soquili of this land use logs to get across; of course she hadn't noticed that the ones used as bridges were resting on the bank... which was probably why she was looking at the floating log a curious mind. How in the world was she meant to get on that?
Looking down the river she noticed that a large rock was sticking out. An idea struck... the rock would hold the log for a while, she could take that opportunity to jump or crawl or find her way onto it... then walk across. Yes. That seemed like a good idea. She blinked only to find the log was already racing ahead of her and towards the rock. A look of shock covered her features as she bounced after it; "No... come back here." She called, speaking to no one other than herself. With a run she finally took over the floating log and made it the rock first. Preparing herself she position her body so she could kick off with her back legs into a leap.
The log rolled closer to her.... closer.... closer....
Memory held her breath. It was now or never. She took off..... her hooves all left the ground, and for a brief moment she wondered if this was what it felt like to fly. A moment later her hooves struck the log. It was slippier than she had expected, and for a moment she looked like a cartoon character, her hooves all moving again and again, one by one, as she tried to keep on the log.
She knew it was going to happen before it did. The log struck the rock, spun, and that combined with the slippiness was the recipe for disaster.
One moment she was sort of on the log... the next... SPLASH. She landed in the water.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:50 pm
 A series of deep chuckles sounded off from the wooded area beyond the rivers' shores as the mare took a flyer into the water. Yet, there was nothing really malicious or evil towards anothers misfortunate misstep; there are only been good-natured laughter.
"If I had to suggest, Miss..." The one golden eye sparkled with mirth as Xipil approached from his cover, "Damp moss does not usually mix well with hoove-like footing. Nor does jumping on something that floats free."
He had been minding his own business of daylight loungings and other whatnots he normally did on lazy days when the mares' voice had caught his short attention span. Nosy, he had followed as she ran after....whatever it was she had wanted with a pause only to watch as-
Was she going to leap the water?
.....Apparently not.
Xipil whuffed and paused a few feet away from her, ears pricked forward.
"Perhaps I could help if one needs it?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:18 pm
Memory was too busy trying to swim out of the water to notice who had spoken at first. She shook her long mane, only to realise she was still on the same side of the river... it hadn't worked?
Slightly frustrated at herself, and embarassed that her little 'show' had been viewed she turned around, her voice ever so slighty raised; "I think I learnt that for myself..." She paused mid rant as her eyes fell upon.... well, she wasn't exactly sure what he was but there was one thing for sure... he looked deadly and dangerous... and oh didn't that seem sexy, but she imagined he knew that didn't he.. hence the attitude problem. Trying not to appear too phased she grumbled a, "Thanks." Ending her little rant for now... she would vent later. It wasn't lady like to.... she paused mid thought, remembering once more that she really needed to try and let her old ways go, this world was too different for her to keep her traditions and ideals exactly the same. It was just hard letting something go that she had been trained to do for her entire life.
She shook herself from head to rump, sending a raindroplets to spray from her in all directions, slightly satisfied that her mane was once again a little more presentable she looked at the stranger and bowed her head ever so slightly, she didn't let her eyes leave completely though; fear that she may be attacked lingered within her still. "My name is Memory." Righting herself again she turned her attention for a moment to the river, a slight yearning at learning things she was sure were second nature to the strange stallion. "As for my.... situation." She let out a breath, feeling once again like a drowned rat, "Help would be appreciated." She didn't want to admit that she didn't know what she was doing... that would be weakness, and Memory was through with being weak.
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