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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:26 am
 The early morning spring sun had managed to bring a slight chill back to the meadow that Caelen was spending his day in. That alone was a bit of a worry for him as the basket he was watching probably needed to be kept wamr. His herdmate, Lovey Dovey, had been watching the little one for well over a week now and she was getting tired. Why a little basket could wear one out? He was about to learn. It was almost.. depressing? to have to stand about all day with the wee one. Not that he didn't love the little thing that occassionally shook. He or she tended to make noises with their flames more than movement.
Right now the little blue flames were popping and crackling occassionally as he had been whistling a few minutes ago. How did Lovey learn these things? The little bugger responded to singing or anything musical.
"Oi... yer not precisely the comp'ny I had in mind but ye'll do, eh?" His accent was a bit thicker in the morning as he wasn't fully awake. To any onlookers it'd probably seem most peculiar to see a stallion just mumble-grumbling at a flaming basket.
"I need ter get out more, ye ken?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:57 pm
 Hrm. If she was a suitable meal, where would she be hiding?
Such was the question that had been plaguing Mardi ever since early that morning, and such was the question that continued to remain unanswered. This morning, like most other mornings, she'd been presented with a choice of grasses for her breakfast. Today, however, she didn't want grass. She didn't really want apples, either; apples and grass had formed the entirety of her diet for MUCH longer than she cared to think about these days, and for a mare that craved variety, well...
No sense worrying about the little things, though, not when they could be acted upon! And acting she was, prowling along through the woods in serach of the elusive Good and Different Breakfast.
However, the sight of a break in the trees made her perk up. A clearing, perhaps? That seemed like a good place for some berry bushes to be growing, or perhaps some mint plants, or perhaps...perhaps something completely different! Grinning at even the prospect, she quickened her step and headed out into the morning sun.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:44 pm
Oi. Someone was coming, or a something. It'd be a very large something or perhaps a smallish sized someone.
If it was Lovey Dovey come back to make sure he was adept enough... Oh! He'd give that mare a good what for. Starting with the fact that someone with hair as wild as hers didna have the right to fuss at him. Sure, he was a male, but he was also a lot older than her. It was too early in the morning for him to have to get all riled up at the silly creature. Life sometimes wasn't fair.
Bah! If she came any closer then he'd simply have to tell her to ske-dattle away from her 'else she'd face his before-breakfast wrath. Herdmates were a problem.
The slow-heating spring sun wasn't making his mood any lighter, it was most definately time to eat. Too bad there wasn't any spicy-sweet clover nearby. Ah-ah lad, one problem at a time ye ken. "Lovey-Lass if I catch ye spyin' on me I'll have ter shave off that ridiculous mop o' yers!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:48 pm
"Lovey? You certainly are a friendly stallion, if you're making such comments to a mare without even looking at her first!"
The words, delivered in an amused tone, were accompanied by a wide grin of amusement. Mardi hadn't even made it out of the woods before the stallion's rather disgruntled "threat" drifted over to her ears. Considering that she hadn't been expecting to run into another, it was a delight to hear; besides, she hardly believed him to be speaking to HER. From the sound of things, the intended target was a mare known to him, not a stranger.
But she could do with a bit of playing, thus her own comments. "And I"d say I've got no more a mop than you, possibly even less so, so I'd worry about myself before insulting others!"
Laughing, the bright mare strolled out across the meadow, her amused gaze on the stallion. "Cause you know, I'm the hostile type who might just shave it without warning!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:33 pm
Caelen did the only thing that could be done when put into an awkward position. He roared with laughter.
"Oi, I'm certainly friendly lass, but I've a mare I'm thinkin' o keepni' that'd probably rip out me tongue and feed it ter the fish if I were ter be that friendly." The brightly colored little thing had stepped out of the woods and he winked at her merrily, "Come ter think o' it. The lass isna overly fond 'o me yet. If I were ter talk ter her that way she'd have me tongue fer it too!"
He grinned again at the little mare, feeling two shades a horses a**, "I was speakin' o' me herdmate. She's an obnoxious creature that dotes over our adopted abandoned little'lun." He shook out his mane and managed another chuckle.
"Weell now, if ye've a mind ter fergive me fer threatenin' yer hair, lovely as it is, would ye care to spend some time with a poor starvin' step-father and his flamin' fake-spawn?" Warped, indeed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:49 pm
Grinning back at the stallion, Mardi couldn't help but be happy at his blatant amusement at the situation. At least he wasn't a stodgy one; those types were SOOOOO unfun to be around!
"Well, you better watch our step or you might wind up tongueless yet; as it is, you're lucky that I'M not a believer in that sort of discipline. Maybe it's selfish, but I enjoy conversation far too much to voluntarily strip anyone of their ability to converse. And I'd love to chat for a while, but...you aren't SERIOUS about that 'starving' bit, are you?"
Considering she was still hunting for the Elusive Unique Breakfast? Starvation didn't seem just evocative of finding said Breakfast, it REALLY didn't.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 2:00 pm
Ahh it was good to have a spot of fun in the morning especially when the rest of the day was likely to be chained to the same spot.
A quick mock-bow and another quick wink, "Lass I'll have ter owe ye me eternal gratitude fer not takin' out me tongue." Calene chuckled once again, the sun was rising as was his mood. Early riser he was not, but once up life was grand. "Now tell me lass, what would ye do if I was actually ter be starvin'?"
Bah! Enough with this lass, stuff. He usually saved that for Azariel but that was because it annoyed her to bits, "The name's Caelen if ye care ter know, and what may I call a pretty lass such as yerself?"
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