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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:00 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:26 pm
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She drew berries into the dirt but since they had no huge distinction between them, she tried to write out a B under blueberries and C under Cherries then connecting the red fruit by a stem. But letters, since she couldn't write, were hard to make out as anything other than scribble. At least her art was better than her spelling. Next was a bigger fruit in which she drew a single apple with a stem and leaf at the top. Again she wrote in awful penmanship the letter G for the color green. When he started naming off flowers and more specific colors of them she would grunt and do her best to illustrate and write letters for each. A curtain of her bangs fell over her right eye as it usually does and she flicked her head to move them only to botch the drawing of the Clematis. She had to kick at the dirt to cover it up and try it again. The bit of mane was still in her vision and when she lifted her head again to fling it, the stick whipped around in the air almost hitting her brother. Giving up, she drew out the rest and spat out the stick. Some times what she wouldn't give for hands.
"Aren't all of these right here?" she questioned and gave a glance around. "Wait.." she kicked at the picture of cherries, apple and one of the flowers. She picked up the stick once more and drew a pine cone which she knew were not in the direct vicinity. She had seen these strange cones when she made a lone trip away from home and met a nice pink mare. Next she drew a feather with another of those awful letter attempts below it for color. The last she had to pause and really think about. Well since they were curious about their parent's story, she drew out a plushie that looked like the one that belong to their father. "Okay. Cone" she announced and pointed the stick to the pine cone. "Cardinal feather since they are red." She pointed to the feather then lastly to the plushie. "Father's plushie. Which means only one winner."
She spat out the stick again, hopefully for the last time. It made her mouth dry. "No cheating. We have until the sun touches the mountains to find all the items. You can't ask for help and you can't fly, so no shrinking." She looked up at him. "Anything else that I might have missed brother?" She questioned, already feeling antsy to begin if he accepted the new items she threw in. She was curious in the end how they would actually get the plushie since Shadow never usually let it out of his sight or off his tail for that matter.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 10:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 11:51 pm
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She glanced down at the images one last time as her brother stated the word she was waiting to hear. Go. And she did, trotting quickly to the first location she knew would be a place to find one of the items. She bent her head down and nosed around for the flower she was after. Some flowers could look quite similar and some times, just some times, colors for her seemed to blend and look like another. Once she thought something blue had been purple. While it wasn't a huge deal most times, this game more depended on color of each item.
Finding one of the first flowers, she sifted through the bright colors. Was it yellow or orange. She sniffed at them while recalling it was indeed yellow. But here she was looking at the blending of yellows and oranges, further the yellow blending into white. The field of them was almost a rainbow in itself. There was no clear break in the flowers, just a sea of one to the next. There were even some of mixed colors. White with purple, yellow with purple, pink with yellow.. She focused on the flowers and gingerly plucked a bright yellow one before setting it in the makeshift pouch and trotting off to the next area. Next was the orange flower then the white, purple. With all of them tucked away she would go off to search out the fruit that was still in the game. She was starting to feel good. She had barely seen her brother since he said Go and she had been out wandering for at least an hour now.
The pine cone was easy enough to find. What she didn't expect was the red feather. She searched everywhere for any molted feathers whether they were from other soquili or birds. Nothing. She felt as if she had gone too far at this point to find one. What if she made a mistake in picking a feather. What was she thinking? Her trotting had slowed to a canter then a walk as more and more things around her looked different. She wasn't in familiar territory of her family that was sure. She lost track of time, turning in a direction she hoped would simply take her back home. But more and more it started to grow dark as twilight approached. Irridessa was hardly ever out after dark, prefering to stick to the family cave or hidden garden. Nervously she flicked her head to brush cotton candy bangs from her eyes to see clearly. Not wanting anything to sneak up right in front of her. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a small rustling noise in some bushes.
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