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Every young filly dreams at least once of finding a Prince Charming to whisk her away into a fantasy. All of the dreams are remarkably similar: some handsome steed will appear, all charm and grace and kindness, and will fall irrevocably in love with the not-quite-grown, not-quite-child flicka, and they will have a whirlwind courtship filled with vows of undying adoration and flashy shows of affection. They will then become a pair, never to be parted, always to be together. They'll grow old, mate - the fillies always giggle at this, of course, as it is so inconceivable to their young minds - and have younglings of their own. And then, at some ripe old age, they will die, their minds and hearts full of the one they love for eternity. Unbeknownst to the young faes, love doesn't work in quite that fashion. And yet, they dream away until the day that a love sparks and dies in front of them, until they are betrayed or hurt by their 'soul mate.' And then their dreams wither and become vague hopes buried under painful memories. For some, hopes become reality; for others, they don't. Such is the way of the world - a way that Kanti had yet to discover. It was the Prince Charming fantasy that appeared in the golden flicka's mind as the stallion bowed to her. What a sweet gesture, and those eyes gazed up at her in such a way. She couldn't help a shy smile from spreading across her maw. Shyness was never something that had befallen the femme, and yet here it was, flitting through her brain and leaving her, for a moment, speechless. This was all well and good, as the stallion was speaking now. Oh, how kind he was! A true gentleman! Speaking of honor, even calling her a princess? How's that for a fairy tale! "It's lovely to meet you, Sandman," the young fae had regained her voice and spoke in cheerful tones. "My name is Kanti. I'm from the herd of the Foothills - do you have a herd? How long have you been in Helovia?" A nervous slip of tongue, allowing it to run away with her so - she ducked her head, casting blue orbs down, still bashful, hoping not to run him off. [W/C | 385] |
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Let You Down[Kanti]
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Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-09-2012, 01:49 AM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-13-2012, 05:54 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-13-2012, 08:27 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-14-2012, 10:26 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-16-2012, 05:35 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-18-2012, 12:49 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-19-2012, 09:30 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-21-2012, 09:33 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-22-2012, 10:42 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-26-2012, 09:28 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 10-28-2012, 09:26 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 10-30-2012, 08:01 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Sandman - 11-05-2012, 09:32 PM
RE: Let You Down[Kanti] - by Kanti - 11-12-2012, 01:03 AM
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