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06-21-2014, 04:19 PM
Resplendence and don't worry, just breathe He starts the trek up the loose footing. His muscles seem to strain, and he is asking that the lines stay tight. So, meanwhile, Res shoves her right shoulder against the box, head turned to the left in order to have it out of the way and body arched. She just barely had the strength to keep the cart in the same spot when he slipped, and slowly her coat was becoming lacquered in her own sweat. Quick, exhausted breaths continue to escape her mouth as she pushes, though. She does not stop as the other two mares stay up in the sun, they need to box to be returned to home if they wanted to be able to continue to store their herbs.Besides, the box meant more than that. Kahlua had made it for her. It was an extension of her painted friend and like she could not dare to lose her, she could not dare to lose the box she had made for her. So, when the sun finally managed to press against her skin she gave out one last call. "PULL!" Her voice sligtly weakened from the energy she was exerting attempting to keep the cart from sliding backwards. And, once finally on the ground above the cave, Res allowed her limbs to fold under her, sucking air in and trying to catch her breath. "Now… just to get this home…" she whispered, dropping her head to rest for a moment, just a moment. @[Dragomir] @[Kahlua] @[Alysanne] 'cause I flail and completely forgot 'bout this for a month |: |
