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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 7:34 pm
This is a PRP between my Miss Ethel Anne and Hurricane Bedelia. Please don't post without permission.  The coast was a truly miserable place during the winter. Even Bedelia would admit to that. The wind had a mist to it that seemed to freeze as soon as it touched one's body, and the waves were dauntingly violent. The mare spent most of her time huddled up behind what sand dunes she could find, her wings wrapped tightly around her for warmth. When things were calmer she would scour the shore for washed up seaweed in hopes of a snack. There had been a break in the wind and ice storms recently, and the wind mare took the opportunity to look for food and new shelter. Grass was already rare at the edge of the sea, and the frigid weather wasn't helping her situation. She seemed to be finding significantly more shells and driftwood than anything else, and she piled them onto a sled-like piece of wood she had found quite some time before. Bedelia tended to be a bit of a collector.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 7:45 pm
 Ethel spent most of her days on the shoreline, staring out to sea, and today was no different. Although the bitter cold was something she wasn't used to, the kirin held her post, watching, waiting. The salty, winter coastal air stung like it never had, but there she stood. Her eyes watered and her nose ran through the constant cold and irritation, but she remained still, moving only to accommodate the rising tide. She sighed, her heart seemingly discouraged. She hadn't seen a single ship since she had arrived to these lands. Not since they abandoned her and left her to die. Her brows furrowed at the thought of her previous life, and she looked around at what it had become. The chill seemed not to bother her still body, and not a single shiver ran through her muscles. Other than the occasional head shake to get the hair out of her eyes, Ethel refused to move.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 7:51 pm
The wind mare's eyes caught something in the distance as she pushed her sled forward with a hoof. She shook her head and grunted before rolling her eyes. That stupid little orange mare was standing on the beach again, refusing to move, for the spirits only know why! Bedelia thought it was just plain dumb. Here it was, freezing cold, and instead of making provisions for the next few days, the kirin was standing. Just standing! As if something was magically going to happen! Ha! She ruffled her wings and shook her head again, trying to make a decision. If she left the ignorant little filly there, she'd grow weak from not eating, and then she'd fall down and drown with the coming tide. Which would mean that there would no longer be such an eye sore there day after day, but it'd also mean that there would be bones constantly rushing onto shore, and who wants that? She grunted before pushing her sled forward. Oh, why should she care?
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 7:55 pm
She noticed the other mare in the distance out of her ever-moving gaze. The kirin sighed at her presence. That bright blue was unmistakable, and she was certain that she was in for a tongue lashing. Just like the last time, and the time before that. But that other mare didn't understand. Nor did she seem to care. As the wind seemed to make its way ever closer, Ethel became more tense. This time she would stand her ground. She was not simply going to leave until the other had surely passed, then return to her post. Nobody owned the beach. It just didn't make sense for it to be so.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:06 am
Cussing under her breath, the blue female continued to push her collection of food and trinkets along the shore, and stopped near to the other mare. Bedelia rolled her red eyes in spite of herself, and grunted at the mare. "Y'know," she began, "I haven't seen you even begin to look for provisions for the inevitably ridiculous winter ice storms that we'll be having here shortly... Have you never been around during the winter before?" Her tone was an odd mixture of caring and sarcasm, and she told herself that it didn't matter whether the mare lived or died, as long as it didn't happen here anymore. A carcass would call unwanted scavengers, as if the gulls weren't bad enough already, and her presence was, honestly, just plain annoying. Maybe, she thought, if she could get the mare to go in search for food and shelter, she'd stop being such a bother and such an eyesore to the rest of the coast dwellers. There was hope.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:12 am
Amethyst eyes widened and shot in the direction of the unexpectedly kind voice. She had braced herself for being scolded, not for someone worried about her health. Not knowing what to do, Ethel bowed gently. "I have just been preoccupied, I think." Now that she thought about it, she was horribly hungry. She could not remember the last time that she had eaten, but that didn't bother her as much as the thought of missing her ship home. "I'm afraid that no, I haven't been here during the winter. Where I once lived, I was cared for and everything was already provided for me throughout the seasons. I..." She hesitated. "I don't think I'd even know what to eat during the winter around here... Where I lived before, it seemed there were always carrots and apples and hay. Here seems so much more desolate and bitter. Things mustn't grow here during the winter at all, I can't imagine." She frowned at the thought. Oh, what she would give for even the spiciest of carrots right now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:20 am
Yup, just what she had thought. A little spoiled mare who'd had a male to care for her all of her adult life. For a brief moment she wondered what had happened to the stallion that had ruined her, but the thought was swept away as quickly as it came when an idea to get the mare to leave leaped in to take its place. "Oh, well, I'm afraid there aren't carrots around here. And hay is very rare near the coast. But inland, away from here, there's some that still peeks through the snow and ice. Here there's really nothing to eat except for crab shells, which are okay, and seaweed, which is wicked salty and will make you thirsty, but it'll quell that nasty feeling in your stomach for a little while." She pushed her sled forward. "Here, there's some seaweed on there that I've gathered up today. You can have some. It'll get you on your way inland. Nothing happens around here during the winter 'cept for awful ice storms anyway. Even us wingeds don't dare venture far out here." She tried not to grin at her cunning plan, certain it would work.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:26 am
Miss Ethel Anne's ears perked at the mare's kind suggestions, and she smiled politely. "Oh, well, you see, inland wouldn't do me much good right now, as I'm waiting for something at sea." She eyed the seaweed as it was offered, and her stomach churned just to think about eating it. The strange looking bubbles worried her, and she wasn't sure it would be such a good idea to eat it. Then again, maybe that churn wasn't of disgust, but something urging her to eat. She sighed. As the other mare went on, something piqued her interest. "You mean nothing at all? Do you ever see boats come in during the winter? Not like the small canoes, but big boats. Like the ones the pale faced men came on. Do you ever see those?" Without thinking, she took a mouth full of seaweed, unable to fight the hunger any longer. The bubbles crunched in her mouth, but she powered through.
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