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 Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 1:23 am
"One, two, three..."
The words were spoken softly, in a lilting, sing-song voice as a blunt little hoof pushed the apples numbered into a small pile. Numbers were... an odd yet familiar concept for one dark zorse mare. She'd learned them, to an extent, in the circus where she grew up... but it was easy to forget the old tricks when one didn't practice.
"Four, five... um..." Now, what came after that? It teased at the edges of her mind and while she thought, Orah rolled that last apple back and forth with one dainty hoof. "Oh, my...I can't remember."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 4:30 am
He observed her silently from a distance, thoughts turning in the dark stallion's mind.
He wondered why the mare does not eat the apples but had rather contented herself pushing the little round sweets with her hooves. Were there rotten? or filled with natural poison? perhaps she wished to keep them for later?
Curious, he trotted closer, gently so as to not startle her.
And stood there, as Notte Rache was wont to do, and watched.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:28 pm
Her tail brushed against her hocks as it swished back and forth, her pointed ears perked forward with her concentration.
"Hmm... Set? No... Not Sis either..." A frown formed on the dark face as Orah bent and took a bit from the apple she'd been rolling around. Munching it, she sighed gently. So, she couldn't remember the next number. So what? She could do lots of other things still. The thought brought a small smile to her muzzle as she swallowed the last of the apple, kicking the core into the pile she'd rolled together.
Picking up her head, the small mare shook vigorously, making her cropped mane bounce down her neck. The slow, easy days were restful, doing much to help her regain her energy and raise her failing spirits after so much time spent traveling. She'd even made a couple of friends in her stay here, and she couldn't remember a time when she'd seen Blue so relaxed. Sighing softly, her ears caught a sound and Orah turned to find herself being watched by a strange stallion.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:24 am
As she ate one of the apples, he deduced that it wasn't rotten as he originally thought.
A small smile flitted on his face and he slowly trotted forward, giving a casual bow of his head, "Hello..." he said softly, then standing next to the pile of apples.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:25 pm
Orah dropped her head as she blushed, her ears falling back.
"Hello." She murmured, her dropping her eyes to where her hooves shuffled in the grass and dirt. Embarrassed to be caught out at her place, she backed up a pace and stood still, braided tail flicking back and forth against her hocks. The little mare couldn't find the words to break the silence, keeping her eyes on her hooves save for an occasional glance upwards.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:47 am
Notte peered closer to her, ducking his head down to look, "what among the grass has so enraptured this lady?" he asked her, not once wondering about the soft blush which has captured her cheeks.
It was rare for one to be shy of him, so he whickered quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:49 pm
A soft giggle slipped from Orah as she glanced up at him, her smile soft. "I'm sorry... It wasn't the grass that caught my attention..." She shifted, her shoulders rolling under her stripped fur. "I mean, its not the grass I'm looking at..." She trailed off, fearing she was just making a bigger fool of herself.
Her tail swished gently as she shifted hoof to hoof, shaking her neck to resettle her short mane. New people made her so nervous... he made her nervous. She couldn't help wanting not to look up at him. If she did, he might see it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:57 pm
He laughed, it was a quiet calm laugh and he lifted his head, "Perhaps it is these lovely apples..." he said, rolling one to her. She was looking quite nervous so he fluttered his wings nervously too, wondering if she didn't like him here.
Notte wasn't doing any harm though was he, he glanced about, checking his hooves.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:39 am
The little mare shifted again, her hooves gently shuffling through the grass. Another soft giggle escaped her as her head bobbed up and down. "Um, sure... that was it." Orah said as she dipped her head to nose the apple. Might as well let him think it was the apples... much easier for her to explain than her shyness.
"I love apples, don't you?" She smiled up at him as she lifted her head again, daring to risk a glance at him. "They taste good, and they can be entertaining."
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:34 am
Notte nodded, "Quite lovely, very delicious" he replied, lowering his head to snatch one up and crunch it slowly. His wings slowly fluttered and he moved to her, still chewing. "I am Notte by the way...."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:59 am
Orah shuffled her hooves a little as he moved closer, giving him a small smile. She had to stop being so darn shy... you can't make friends if you're shy, and the little mare loved friends.
She nodded along with his comment about the apples, letting out a soft giggle. "My name is Orah. Its very nice to meet you, Notte. What brings you out here? Did you, um, come for the apples too?" She ducked her head to push one with her nose, rolling it back and forth before chomping off a large bite. The grinding of her teeth into the tastey fruit gave her something to do with herself, a welcome distraction.
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