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 Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:28 pm
 The nights were getting warmer so Kit has asked his mother if he could stay out later. He wanted to go into town to buy a few things for his fixins but it was already late in the day. By the time he got back he knew it would be dark. Not that he cared! He was a big colt! A draft just like his Paw! He wasn't scared of the dark!! Still his mother had insisted he take a small glow stick (curtesy of her nephew Draft Punk) to at least offer some light for when the sun went down. Kit had enjoyed his shopping trip, having picked up some new spices and even some new veggies to work with. Ah he loved cookin! And trying new things was always the best! But now the small colt looked around nervously at the dark road. The sun had gone down quickly, not leaving much twilight like in the summer time. He cracked his glowstick and it glowed a bright orange color. Almost immediately he began to attract bugs of all sorts with the lone light in the dark. He swatted and swished his tail at them, "Little varments! Get! Go on!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:56 pm
 The night was the best time of day to look for moths. Everybody knew that, and so this was what had Moth-drops wandering away from her cozy house and garden and into the streets, slowly wandering with a net and collecting jars. She was ambling, not looking for anything in particular, moving slowly as to not scare away a good swarm. The pegasus lepidopterist wasn't really paying attention to other phonies; she was after the evening insects!
Until she heard a small child squalling about varmints. At this hour, that definitely meant insects. She smiled; answering a call like that was how she'd gotten her cutie mark. At any rate, the insects might be worth checking out. She approached the colt, waving a wing at him in greeting. A large moth swarming at the boy's glowstick caught her attention.
"Ooh, Acherontia atropos!" she cooed, gently whisking the moth into a collecting jar, where it batted the walls with its wings frantically for a moment before settling down on the grass clippings she'd prepared for it. As she screwed the lid back onto the jar, she peered at the moth and smiled. "I've been looking for one of these; I'd heard there were some sightings in the area, but I'd dismissed them as rumors; I didn't realize they'd gotten this far north!" She beamed down at the little colt. "Thank you for drawing her out. Death's Head moths are some of my favorites. This little lady will be a wonderful addition to my garden. But- I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Moth-drops. Do you live around here? It's kinda late for a foal to be out by himself."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 6:44 pm
The spotted colt was rightly confused when a black mare suddenly showed up with a little net and jelly jars. Least that's what it looked like to him. Her hair was brightly colored, even in the evening light, and she appeared to have small pegusas wings. Didn't pegi's normally fly? Well this one seemed intent on the big ol'bug that was attacking his glow stick. Quick as a n** she had it collected and was telling him about it. Frankly the description frightened him.
"D-death head moth? Why would you name a bug that?" he tried not to show a quiver in his voice when he spoke. He was the stallion of the stable when his Paw was gone, which was most of the time actually but he still took it with pride. He puffed his chest up when she asked what a young kid like him was doing out this late.
"I just came from the market. Had ta get me some fixins for my cookin! Oh, forgive my manner's little lady. My name is Country Kitchen, but my Maw call's me Kit," he nodded to her. His thick country accent had gotten a big worse as he grew. "And the dark don't scare me! I'm a big colt and I takes care of my Maw and my two sis's. I lives with my Maw over near the Bakery. She's Bon Appetit."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:00 pm
The mare smiled down knowingly; she hadn't said anything about being afraid of the dark, and she knew what it was all too well to be unsure of yourself at night. Instead, she carefully held the jar down by his face, moving it slowly so that the moth inside wouldn't be disturbed. "We call her a death's head because of that skull on her back. See how it's grinning at you? I really like this kind because they remind me of my mother- her name is Sugar Skull, and her cutie mark looks just like the mark on this little insect's back! But despite the scary name, she's harmless." Moth-drops giggled as she carefully nestled the jar into her saddlebag. A specimen this nice was enough for the night; she was quite pleased to have found it. "It's nice to meet you, Kit. Since you're walking this way, do you mind if I share your light for a while? It's good that you've brought one; that way you'll not trip over anything!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 7:37 am
Kit listened to the female explain why the moth had it's particular name. It didn't seem like a good thing to name a critter by. And why would a critter have a skull on it's back? Seemed kinda creepy to him. But the mare seemed so happy about it he didn't say anything. His Maw always told him to be a gentleman to ladies and not to make them cry. Wasn't nice like. Then she spoke of her mother, a female with a skull for a cutie mark. Now Kit was a little creeped out. Why would a skull be made of sugar? And what would a phony do with that kind of cutie mark? His simple country mind didn't wrap well around that so he was glad when she changed the subject and asked to walk with him. "Yeah sure! Can't be leaving a lady in the dark! Maw gave me the light, saids I needs ta make sure I get home in one piece," he smiled. The colt had a thick southern drawl that bled into every word he said. He couldn't help it, even with a french mother he sounded more like his Paw. The colt continued to walk along the path, then a thought entered his head. "Miss Moth-drops I has a question. Why does them little bug critters always come along and fly all around a light? Seems like whenever me and my sisters go outside at night them little winged varments come out of now here and get all over us."
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 11:48 am
The colt was a sweetheart, though that was only to be expected out of the French family. She'd met a few of the others over the years, and it was as if they were made of manners. Happily, the pegasus answered the little gentleman's questions. "Well, that's one of the most fascinating things about moths; nobody really knows why they do it! They're not attracted to it because it reminds them of their food; they eat nectar from plants, mostly. Some think that it's because they navigate by moonlight, and that they think the lights are the moon and get confused- and when I was little, I read once that it was because they were scared of the dark." She smiled- the notion of a nocturnal creature being afraid of the dark was really charming to her. "Maybe it's both. You don't get to pick what you're afraid of, so who knows? Maybe some of them really are afraid of the dark."
They came up to a small path on the sidewalk leading to a cozy cottage nearly choked by vines and bushes, the sweetness of their scent heavy on the night wind. "Well, this is where I get off. Thanks for walking me home, Kit!" She gently ruffled his hair in goodbye and turned towards the path to go to her home.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 10:17 pm
Kit listened to the mare explain why moths seemed to always be attracted to a light source. Some of them seemed a little far fetched like thinking it was the moon. How could a little o light be the moon? He shook his head a little and chuckled, "I don't see how them moths could mistake my glow stick for the moon. But the moon shore is purty." Then the last bit really got to him. Maybe...maybe the bugs were scared of the dark. She was right in that you didn't get to pick what you were afraid of, even if you were a big strong draft like him. Well he'd be a big draft one day. He looked down at his little light as he continued walking. "Well...I..uh...I..know how they feel," he sighed and hung his head a little, "I ain't too fond of the dark myself. Just....so much ya can't see. I just don't like ta say, since I'm suppose to be the stallion of the stable. Being its just me, my maw, and my sisters." Suddenly they were at her home, a nice place he bet his Maw would really like. He smiled a bit as she ruffled his head and turned to go to her door. "I'll walk ya. Its polite," he escorted her to her door and smiled up at her, "I guess if a moth is afraid of the dark then it's ok for me to be too. Thanks," he smiled and gave a small bow before heading on back home. He felt better, being honest about his fears.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 10:33 am
"My, such a gentleman!" the pegasus said as the colt walked her up the path. She wasn't at all surprised to hear that he was afraid of the dark. Most children were; she herself had been extremely scared of the dark- and of pretty much everything else- growing up.
"You know, it's good to own up to your fears! When I was about your age, a filly- who for ever after was one of my very closest friends- cajoled me into going into a haunted house. It scared me so much, but in the end, I faced my fears and everything turned out ok!"
She leaned down, whispering into his ear. "So don't worry about being afraid of the dark. You'd be surprised how normal that is! I mean... I am too sometimes!" She pushed the door open to head inside, then as an afterthought turned around. "If you'd like me to walk the rest of the way home with you, I really don't mind! Or do you think you'll be ok?" Either way, she had a hunch that the colt had learned something very important about himself that night.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 3:52 pm
"Maw done raised me right! Always gotta be a gentleman to the ladies. Ain't no other way," he smiled as he puffed out his chest. He was glad he had gotten his fear off his chest. And the mare hadn't made fun of him or anything! He guessed it was alright to be afraid sometimes. He turned to trot on home when she offerd to walk him. He shook his little head, his blue bangs falling forward. "Naw, I think I can make it. My little light stick will keep me safe. Thanks again!" he grinned and trotted back to his mother's cottage.
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