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By the precepts of her purity
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Endless fields, she reminded herself as she watched the obscurity as a sigh fogged up from her nose, dreaming away in her lonely lullaby as the cold wind caressed her cheeks. It brushed her feathers. Endless autumn fields.
swishing sound, a feeling in the wind; they came so suddenly, bouncing into her hearing; Something swooped down from the sky. What’s that. Maren walked backwards a few steps in confusion. The sounds of the forest pressed against her ears as she focused herself on them, attempting to hear whatever could be off as the song that had ended mid-word dried to dust in her throat. Soon a hardening frown stepped across her eyes as her nostrils widened. “Who’s there - who are you” she basically demanded with rash tunes into the air around her as the words came from the line that was her mouth, suspicious and distrusting, as she had found none in the strange and unannounced sounds, either.
But then there were words, more sounds of hoof beats she hadn’t heard. Ladies? She turned to the voice. Were there then.. more of them? It was all very confusing. She focused her ears as the tunes of that one speaking stallion echoed in familiarity against the walls of her memory. But then he said something… alarming.
“Uh... Oh, Peppermint tea?” The hostel course she had been heading into before, it suddenly U-turned when the word dropped from the stallion's mouth. “You mean you have peppermint tea?” She swallowed away the dryness, but she hadn’t really been listening that well to his words. Her frown vanished, turned to frame her growing desperate need in her eyes. “I love peppermint tea,” she informed the darkness in front of her as her gaze was left wandering around, more out of habit. But how does he know? (Again, she hadn’t been listening to his words very well) Oh, she felt like her taste-buds had been kissed by only the mere mentioning of the godly peppermint tea that had stroke her tongue that day. And still, to this day, she couldn’t imagine anything sweeter than that. And it was suddenly everywhere in her mouth; lingering like a memory of She swallowed the drool that had formed before she got herself together well enough to speak again. “I did find it… and I would love some again,” she said, the word mixed in a wishful sigh.
Maren
@Johnny, @Rasta
@Agnodice
