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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2026 5:13 pm
(This is a solo RP featuring ToniCourtel's Esfir Lahal "Hunt the Thimble" & Wu Lixin, The Silver Needle. Please do not post here unless asked.)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2026 5:36 pm
Quote: 'If there's anyone out there listening... a Higher Power, or what have you? I just want to point out, I am not sure I agreed to this.' The young Cheshire mare thought to herself as she stood in shock and listened to the sound of familiar, familial, footsteps retreating. She might have been watching the careless flick of a curling Cheshire tail, if her eyes weren't fixed on the innocuous object left behind.
A basket sat in the middle of the smallest of the glades she had claimed for her own use, usually only filled with medicinal and healing herbs and flowers and the sound of Esfir murmuring to herself as she worked. Now, of course, there was a very distinctive difference... A little round object made of flexible reeds and grasses that had changed to reflect the individual still sleeping within.
Like the basket, the retreating steps belonged to BluRazberry Jinx ParTea. Her eldest brother, Blu, who had asked her for a favor. Well, less asked and more demanded. Insisted? In some ways he'd steamed right over here without so much as a 'how do you do?' or a 'by your leave', and then he was gone again before her head had stopped spinning.
'Little Sister, I need a favor and you cannot tell Mother.'
Cannot tell Mother? Was her brother suddenly an idiot? What were the chances they could keep such a thing from her? Not very high What were the odds she didn't already know, before they'd even conspired to do so? Hopefully minimal? But things would surely be so much worse in the end, if that were the case. Esfir could barely stand to contemplate such a possibility.
If she had lips, she would probably be chewing on them right now.
As it stood, Esfir Lahal was restlessly clicking her bone jaws in an attempt to self soothe, ears flicking forward and back as her eyes remained fixed on the basket before her. The shades of grey basket would, to most, seem rather unassuming. Perhaps even harmless. But there were bright markings in prismatic, rainbow tones... Markings like the swirls over her brother's own back.
And a damning little teacup, to boot.
"Oh, Blu, what did you get us both into?"
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