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08-14-2014, 08:32 PM
She saw the creation being finished. Midas had constructed a cell. It seemed as if it would do the job, but that didn't satisfy Dröm. She wanted to know more. She headed towards the sweaty Czar, a smile wide in her face. She assumed it was a cell or some sort of cage and as her curiosity piqued, she wondered who would be stuck in there first. Would it be someone she knew? Perhaps Lace? He had trapped the innocent chestnut in the Rotunda with his plants, so he must realize he will be trapped himself, one day. "G'day, Midas." She exclaimed as she slide into a halt next to him. She was happy to be around another shorty like herself. Almost everyone she had run into had been massive and built with muscle. Though Midas was muscular, he was not a large tank, but a mini-one that probably packed a hard punch.
She looked over every part of the cell. She saw no weak spots, but could it be different inside? "Will prisoners have food and water?" She asked softly, intrigued by the entire thing. It seemed primal to have a cell, but then again... If the world allowed Midas to shape it's stone, obviously it was meant to be. She stepped towards the entrance, her velvet muzzle inches from the cold bars, a foot away from going inside. "May I?" Surely Midas would not mind the gold mare seeing his work. If she could find the flaw, so could the prisoners. She cranes her head backwards to glance at the gold accented stallion with caramel eyes, her features soft and fragile. She was the ceramic doll, easily broken. It would not be hard at all to shove her in the cell and keep her as a prisoner. After all, Dröm was not very strong and would probably not be able to fight back easily.
ooc: Hope you don't mind I popped in here!
She looked over every part of the cell. She saw no weak spots, but could it be different inside? "Will prisoners have food and water?" She asked softly, intrigued by the entire thing. It seemed primal to have a cell, but then again... If the world allowed Midas to shape it's stone, obviously it was meant to be. She stepped towards the entrance, her velvet muzzle inches from the cold bars, a foot away from going inside. "May I?" Surely Midas would not mind the gold mare seeing his work. If she could find the flaw, so could the prisoners. She cranes her head backwards to glance at the gold accented stallion with caramel eyes, her features soft and fragile. She was the ceramic doll, easily broken. It would not be hard at all to shove her in the cell and keep her as a prisoner. After all, Dröm was not very strong and would probably not be able to fight back easily.
ooc: Hope you don't mind I popped in here!
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