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02-03-2014, 08:09 PM
Now walking into a tree was not smart, certainly. But Éostre knew she wasn’t the smartest daisy in the field. She was probably a piece of grass now that she thought about it. But that was not the problem! She whirled upon the tree and scowled at it, a stern expression on her face as she muttered and rambled under her breath at it.
“You simply just stood there, could have at least given me a notice to avoid you!” Scolding said tree beside her, a small tuft of winter fur stuck out from a jagged part of the bark. “You bastard.” She turned her butt towards the tree and scoffed at the tree, making a point not to look it in the eye. If it had an eye that is… she glanced behind herself then took her gaze away from it again. It certainly did not deserve to be acknowledged .
She was popped from her thoughts when a Stallion approached, no wings, but obviously something was missing from that area. His question flew into one ear, and out the other.
“Oh, no! Not at all, simply… er…,” She looked around for a moment, slightly bringing a foot up and pushing snow with her foot. “enjoying the sights you see.” She spoke happily, flicking her tail with a happiness that could only be stemmed from her stupidity into ignoring a ruthless tree behind her.
The stallion had appeared out of nowhere for her, but then again, she was scolding the tree; and man did that tree demand to be scolded.
She breathed out a snort, wisps of white steam falling from her nostrils. The Stallion seemed nice enough, she knew herself that not everyone who was nice was exactly what they were at the time. But she was willing… alright, she knew she was going to just go with it. Éostre scanned the surroundings for a moment, watching the snow glitter with the daylight that streamed through the branches. Those thoughts were soon leading her to her mini-mind palace that she often dozed off to. Although it seemed like a minute, she remembered sharply in her daydream that there was a horse around!
Bad Éostre, Bad! Disregarding a nice horse like that without introducing yourself!
“Oh, so very sorry.” She mumbled as she approached him and inclined her head slightly. “The name is Éostre, very glad to meet you.” She then brought her head up and then turned it to the side thinking for a moment. “At least I think I’m glad… anyhoooo.” She looked up expectantly at the Stallion, hoping to catch his name, her ears swiveled forward with eagerness.
“You simply just stood there, could have at least given me a notice to avoid you!” Scolding said tree beside her, a small tuft of winter fur stuck out from a jagged part of the bark. “You bastard.” She turned her butt towards the tree and scoffed at the tree, making a point not to look it in the eye. If it had an eye that is… she glanced behind herself then took her gaze away from it again. It certainly did not deserve to be acknowledged .
She was popped from her thoughts when a Stallion approached, no wings, but obviously something was missing from that area. His question flew into one ear, and out the other.
“Oh, no! Not at all, simply… er…,” She looked around for a moment, slightly bringing a foot up and pushing snow with her foot. “enjoying the sights you see.” She spoke happily, flicking her tail with a happiness that could only be stemmed from her stupidity into ignoring a ruthless tree behind her.
The stallion had appeared out of nowhere for her, but then again, she was scolding the tree; and man did that tree demand to be scolded.
She breathed out a snort, wisps of white steam falling from her nostrils. The Stallion seemed nice enough, she knew herself that not everyone who was nice was exactly what they were at the time. But she was willing… alright, she knew she was going to just go with it. Éostre scanned the surroundings for a moment, watching the snow glitter with the daylight that streamed through the branches. Those thoughts were soon leading her to her mini-mind palace that she often dozed off to. Although it seemed like a minute, she remembered sharply in her daydream that there was a horse around!
Bad Éostre, Bad! Disregarding a nice horse like that without introducing yourself!
“Oh, so very sorry.” She mumbled as she approached him and inclined her head slightly. “The name is Éostre, very glad to meet you.” She then brought her head up and then turned it to the side thinking for a moment. “At least I think I’m glad… anyhoooo.” She looked up expectantly at the Stallion, hoping to catch his name, her ears swiveled forward with eagerness.
