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02-03-2014, 11:50 AM
Éostre was not one to remember how she got from one place to the next while walking and thinking. One moment she was admiring turtle doves, which kick started the gears towards those with wings. The next thing she knew, She had fallen down a hill! It was all quite troublesome she knew.
Which brings her to why in the world she is in a forest she has never seen before. It had various trees that were looking quite horrid in the colder months, being that the tree tops were bare. Then again it was beautiful, she had to give the forest that. Not that any forest isn't beautiful, hell, it could be covered in soot and ash and she'd still think it was a pearl hidden among clam shells in the tide pools.
Eww, clams.
Said mare shook her head quickly then, her scraggly mane flying in various directions and falling in those directions. Causing her to look a little like ruffled chicken. Her tail snapped in the air for invisible flies that couldn't have possibly been around in the Winter. Not that she couldn't try and kill them with her tail.... right?
Éostre snorted and began walking again, trying desperately not to be loose once again in her thoughts, but then again, that wouldn't work. The bark was rather pretty in the colder months, well... contrasting with the snow that is. She tried to scold herself as she left hoof prints in the snow, her legs moving with swiftness; but all that caused was her to be lost in her mind yet again, thinking of scolding’s that she could enact on herself.
Oh! Maybe she could not play with the frogs for a week? No….. that was too harsh, five minutes sounded swell. No.. how about none at all?
Thus, this caused her to walk into a tree, allowing her first day of living in this strange land with a giant bruise on her head.
Which brings her to why in the world she is in a forest she has never seen before. It had various trees that were looking quite horrid in the colder months, being that the tree tops were bare. Then again it was beautiful, she had to give the forest that. Not that any forest isn't beautiful, hell, it could be covered in soot and ash and she'd still think it was a pearl hidden among clam shells in the tide pools.
Eww, clams.
Said mare shook her head quickly then, her scraggly mane flying in various directions and falling in those directions. Causing her to look a little like ruffled chicken. Her tail snapped in the air for invisible flies that couldn't have possibly been around in the Winter. Not that she couldn't try and kill them with her tail.... right?
Éostre snorted and began walking again, trying desperately not to be loose once again in her thoughts, but then again, that wouldn't work. The bark was rather pretty in the colder months, well... contrasting with the snow that is. She tried to scold herself as she left hoof prints in the snow, her legs moving with swiftness; but all that caused was her to be lost in her mind yet again, thinking of scolding’s that she could enact on herself.
Oh! Maybe she could not play with the frogs for a week? No….. that was too harsh, five minutes sounded swell. No.. how about none at all?
Thus, this caused her to walk into a tree, allowing her first day of living in this strange land with a giant bruise on her head.
