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08-10-2014, 04:29 PM
'Jay...Hey Jay...Wake up...'
The voice was distant in her mind, echoing into the vast chasms of her imagination as the young mare struggled to awaken. With a groan she shuffled her weight, feeling the coolness of the earth press into her cheek as the voice grew louder with every word. The voice was comforting with it's familiarity, despite the increasing tone of frustration that it carried. As the golden mare began to stir, her eyes fluttering against the morning sunlight, there was one final order shouted to her. 'JAHZARA! Get up!'
Jahzara jumped with a start, rolling onto her stomach with her legs tucked underneath her barrel as much as possible. As the world around her came into focus, she was met face to face with her imaginary best friend. You see, the voice was one that only dear Jahzara could hear, among several other things. Do not mistake this child-like innocence for stupidity, the vixen was very much aware that none but she could visualize her friend.
'It's about time, sleepy head.' Spoke a lilac pony that met with Jahzara's eye level while she laid on the ground. The pony grinned at the golden arabian cross, urging her to rise to her feet. Jahzara returned the friendly smile as she stood up with a brief shake, looking around to study her surroundings. "Where are we, Lily?" She asked aloud, but was only answered by a shrug from the illusion of her mind. Try as she might, Jahzara could not recognize where she was, nor did she truly remember how she had arrived her.
A new voice interrupted her thoughts, a male voice with a condescending tone that immediately made Jahzara roll her eyes. 'I told you to stop following those blasted butterflies! They lead you to nothing but trouble!' In her mind's eye, Jahzara visualized a large tropical perched materializing on her shoulder, lifting his beak high into the air. Looking back over her shoulder to the best of her ability, her nares flared with a frustrated snort. "Oh beat it, Archie. I'll be fine."
Surprised at her rude response, the imaginary bird gave a 'hmph!' and flew from her back, slowly disappearing from even the mare's point of view while he muttered under his breath about the consequences that came from the last time she did not listen to him. The lilac pony watched as the bird vanished, flicking her ears back into her mane. 'Feather-brain...' But Jahzara was no longer listening. Instead, she was growing more and more curious about this strange new land....
OOC: Post complete at 438 words.
The voice was distant in her mind, echoing into the vast chasms of her imagination as the young mare struggled to awaken. With a groan she shuffled her weight, feeling the coolness of the earth press into her cheek as the voice grew louder with every word. The voice was comforting with it's familiarity, despite the increasing tone of frustration that it carried. As the golden mare began to stir, her eyes fluttering against the morning sunlight, there was one final order shouted to her. 'JAHZARA! Get up!'
Jahzara jumped with a start, rolling onto her stomach with her legs tucked underneath her barrel as much as possible. As the world around her came into focus, she was met face to face with her imaginary best friend. You see, the voice was one that only dear Jahzara could hear, among several other things. Do not mistake this child-like innocence for stupidity, the vixen was very much aware that none but she could visualize her friend.
'It's about time, sleepy head.' Spoke a lilac pony that met with Jahzara's eye level while she laid on the ground. The pony grinned at the golden arabian cross, urging her to rise to her feet. Jahzara returned the friendly smile as she stood up with a brief shake, looking around to study her surroundings. "Where are we, Lily?" She asked aloud, but was only answered by a shrug from the illusion of her mind. Try as she might, Jahzara could not recognize where she was, nor did she truly remember how she had arrived her.
A new voice interrupted her thoughts, a male voice with a condescending tone that immediately made Jahzara roll her eyes. 'I told you to stop following those blasted butterflies! They lead you to nothing but trouble!' In her mind's eye, Jahzara visualized a large tropical perched materializing on her shoulder, lifting his beak high into the air. Looking back over her shoulder to the best of her ability, her nares flared with a frustrated snort. "Oh beat it, Archie. I'll be fine."
Surprised at her rude response, the imaginary bird gave a 'hmph!' and flew from her back, slowly disappearing from even the mare's point of view while he muttered under his breath about the consequences that came from the last time she did not listen to him. The lilac pony watched as the bird vanished, flicking her ears back into her mane. 'Feather-brain...' But Jahzara was no longer listening. Instead, she was growing more and more curious about this strange new land....
OOC: Post complete at 438 words.
