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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 2:28 pm
 School was out for all the little colts and fillies, which meant for most it was time to play. But, Foundry was of a different sort. The risk of cuts and bruises brought him great anxiety and while all the other foals were playing on the playground he sat safe on the sidelines, gnawing on his hooves with worry. Every time someone slid down a slide the little pegasus winced. When a foal was on the jungle gym the little blue colt couldn't bear to even look. Not to even mention the gravel! It hurt under the hooves if you stepped on it wrong and if you tripped! Well, that was sure to leave a nasty scrape.
Whenever another foal got within hearing distance did his best to warn them. What foals seemed to notice asked him to stop mumbling and speak up and the ones that did manage to hear just rolled their eyes and went back to their dangerous frolicking. Didn't they care that it was dangerous?! He was going mad with worry over all the potential injuries that could occur from this. What if someone broke a leg?!
His only solace was that at least his family had the common sense not to participate in such perilous acts. He was sure they would be properly protected if they decided to participate in the precarious act of perching on a swing. He'd warned them. They'd know better.
Wait! WAS THAT HIS SISTER?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 6:22 pm
 It sure was. Without an ounce of protective gear too. She was looking death straight in the eye and going at it head on, not even a trace of fear left in this hardened individual. Or she was a little girl having fun on the swings. It depended entirely on who was looking. It was the most fun thing she was allowed to do during school hours ever since they removed all those weird mushrooms growing behind the school building.
The swing was where it was at, all the fun a girl could possibly want during recess, without all the fussy 'talking to people' bits. There was always the option of playing with her brothers but... Well Just was a little too proactive for her at times, and Foundry likely wouldn't let her read a book without some form of protective covering. That was why it was okay to just play on her own and let her brothers have whatever "fun" approximation they were capable of having.
After all, today was the day she would swing all the way around, and nobody was going to stop her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 10:52 pm
IT WAS. IT WAS HIS SISTER. HIS SISTER WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF PROTECTIVE GEAR. WAS THIS MADNESS?!
A loud gasp of horror escaped the little blue colt. She knew! If he'd told her once, he'd told her a thousand times. SHE WASN'T EVEN WEARING A HELMET! She might fall and get a concussion or slip off and get a scrape! This! This vice! This atrocity! It must be corrected at once!
"Wallflower," he quietly called, wings abuzz as he stormed towards the filly at a safe pace. "Wallflower, what are you doing?! Where are your knee pads? Where's... Where's..." The pegasus swooned, plopping down in the gravel. Tears watering, the boy cooed, "You could get hurt. Don't you know you could get hurt?" He reached his hoof out, searching for her own so he could lead her to safety. "I'm really scared for you. Please."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:12 pm
Correction: Someone was currently stopping her. His voice wasn't what had stopped her, she didn't hear him until she had come to a full mid-air stop, the swing falling away limply as she fluttered about in midair. What had stopped her was the overwhelming feeling of dread that tingled down her spine the very moment her brother protective alarms started going off. It was almost like a sixth sense, but instead of being able to see dead ponies, she could sense whenever Foundry was on the brink of a conniption fit.
For the sake of his delicate heart she landed as carefully as she could, but the damage had already been done. Poor Foundry worried about her so much but there was no point in telling him that if she ignored him once she ignored him a thousand times on his warnings, because if she followed a one then she wouldn't be allowed to have half the plants she had stowed away in her room. Especially not the one in her closet. It was bad enough to have their parents questioning why so much meat is going through their household without worrying Foundry into an early grave with it. Speaking of, she really needed to replant that. It was growing at a remarkable speed.
An uncomfortable speed, really.
"D-don't worry! See! I'm perfectly okay." She showed off her wings and legs, perfectly free from even the most minor of scratches. "Please don't cry, you big worry wort." Together their muted voices might just make a normal speaking tone, but until that day anyone listening in would just catch the two murmuring quietly to one another.
Wallflower took her brother's hoof, but she did not let him lead her away. Instead she sat right down and refused to move an inch. It sent a cold sweat down her spine to be so stubborn, but this was it. She wasn't going to let him ruin swinging too because he was so sure that a stiff breeze would kill her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 12:04 am
While he may not have known about the plants hidden about his sister's room and the varying levels of danger that came with them, the colt did know about the growing stockpile of helmets, padding, and bits of armor he was building in his room. Foundry was currently working on customizing a set for each of his family member's.
He'd already finished painting most of the helmets. His mother's was decorated with bright colors and may have looked like someone barfed candy all over it. There were cupcakes and cookies with faces, lollipops, and donuts galore. His father's had farm animals marching in a circle around it. Of course one of the chickens painted on looked startlingly similar to Doodle. Even Just Desserts had one, but this was covered in a looping script in some sort of gibberish latin. Hey, he didn't know anything about the law! But, Wallflower's was still sitting blank on his desk. His sister's secretive nature made it hard for him to tell what she would enjoy.
"Good. I don't want anything to happen to you."
When his hoof was grasped the pegasus started to walk off, getting yanked back as his sister stubbornly refused to follow. The colt gaped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
"Wha- what are you? I thought you understood?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 8:22 pm
It wasn't in her nature to be disobedient like this, if anything blindly obeying people was an actual problem in her life. But if she didn't put her hoof down now, then what would it be next? Letting the foals at the playground walk all over her was fine, she didn't live with them. Nor did she give a flying flip about them. But if she let Foundry win this time, what would happen next? No forest walks, those were dangerous. Now she was only allowed to make loops around the living room while nature videos played. But not the good ones because nature was too violent. No cacti she might slip and fall on one. No fun, that's how heart attacks happen.
No, it wasn't healthy for either of them for him to be this neurotic.
"I do. I- I understand. I swear. But..." Wall shut her eyes tight, sucking air in slowly as if it would inflate her courage, even if just a little.
"I need you to let me m-make- to make my own mistakes. And maybe... not freak out over everything?" Yes this was good. Yeah there was a grand total of zero eye contact, but words were a great start. "The swings are fine! I can fly! I'm not in danger. So you don't need to worry! See? You don't- don't need to worry about me." She had started out so strong, making her points as firmly as she could, but righteous pleas could only get her so far, leaving the ending weak, and her feeling awfully spineless.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 9:25 am
"B-but! But I don't want you to get hurt and be sad!" The colt blubbered. "I'm just trying to protect you!" His voice became a high pitched squeak as he gestured frantically around the playground. "This whole place is a deathtrap!" He wheezed as he felt his chest tighten. "What if something bad happens to you? Everyone would be so sad. I- I would be sad."
The little colt began sucking in air rapidly as he struggled to make his sister understand. He just wanted everyone to be happy. People weren't happy when they got hurt, so obviously the solution was to keep everyone safe in happy little bubbles of protection. Yet, here his sister was saying she didn't want to be protected. She didn't want the shiny bubble of safety. She wanted to stumble and fall. It didn't make any sense!
The colt pursed his lips and stared at his sister gravely. Well, it was true that falling off the swing set wasn't as big a threat to her as it was to any other phony who couldn't fly. But that didn't mean the likelihood was zero percent! The colt groaned as he came to the conclusion that his sister was going to do it whether he liked it or not. It would be better if he was at least there to get help if she got hurt than if she did it in secret.
"Fine," he grumbled, crossing his hooves. "But, if you get hurt you have to let me bandage it!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 2:46 am
"Well if I get hurt, then... I'll have gotten hurt. And that'll learn me not to get hurt the same way next time." She settled down beside her brother, petting along his back, between his wings. Funny how he was the one getting more worked up here when she was the crybaby. "And if I get hurt real bad... then I'll be like a tree. I-I'll grow around it. I'll grow stronger b-because of the loss. I'll still be me, but different and new at the same time. So... so it's okay. Getting hurt is okay."
Wallflower briefly considered promising her brother that she'd wear knee-guards but give him an inch and he'd take a mile. But band-aids, band-aids she could do.
"I promise if I get even the tiniest bump, I'll come to you." And maybe she could start dragging him out to play so he'd know that she wouldn't just spontaneously combust when someone looked at her wrong.
Maybe.
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