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12-14-2014, 05:05 PM
Spice was unsure about this nod of his, though he seemed set in it that he was okay. The boy had an odd aura about him, a silent one. If he made a sound, he would not be allowed to keep his life. That would be a horrible religion to live by. Hm, maybe not religion maybe... an oath? Who knew, if he didn't speak, right?
Though, he did seem pretty normal in many different ways as well.
She smiled as he motioned to the now-visible thing around his neck. She didn't really know what it was. But she liked how he nudged the thing on his neck, seemingly trying to show her something. Tell her something, maybe.
But she couldn't decide that just yet, because she didn't know if he could and would speak or not. She smiled, trying to understand. She reached out her muzzle, giving the thing a soft nudge. "What is it?" She asked, a bit clueless to the scarecrow draped around his neck. Spice looked him in the eye, then up then down. Smiling more, she looked at the thing around his neck. It looked like a doll of sorts. Though, she couldn't really be sure. She had been described what a doll was, and pictured it in her head as best as she could.
They supposedly wore something called clothes instead of markings. And hats instead of regular mane and forelock. But she didn't know what these things where. Spice only knew they where meant to cover up and conceal. Nothing more than that. Her mother seemed to know exactly what to tell her, at times.
She didn't like it.
At all.
She needed a clear definition. Something she could see. Though, her mother did not have any of that in her possession. And as Spice looked back, it seemed that they would live day in and day out with nothing but grass and lessons and imagination. That was what made her different, she decided alone in her own thoughts and head, she had an imagination beyond compare. Forced to visualize things inside her own head, not to see if they are real or not. She wouldn't know. She would never know if they where real unless she saw.
Unless she believed they where real.
{@[Cerin]}
ooc;; yes please! You? c:
Though, he did seem pretty normal in many different ways as well.
She smiled as he motioned to the now-visible thing around his neck. She didn't really know what it was. But she liked how he nudged the thing on his neck, seemingly trying to show her something. Tell her something, maybe.
But she couldn't decide that just yet, because she didn't know if he could and would speak or not. She smiled, trying to understand. She reached out her muzzle, giving the thing a soft nudge. "What is it?" She asked, a bit clueless to the scarecrow draped around his neck. Spice looked him in the eye, then up then down. Smiling more, she looked at the thing around his neck. It looked like a doll of sorts. Though, she couldn't really be sure. She had been described what a doll was, and pictured it in her head as best as she could.
They supposedly wore something called clothes instead of markings. And hats instead of regular mane and forelock. But she didn't know what these things where. Spice only knew they where meant to cover up and conceal. Nothing more than that. Her mother seemed to know exactly what to tell her, at times.
She didn't like it.
At all.
She needed a clear definition. Something she could see. Though, her mother did not have any of that in her possession. And as Spice looked back, it seemed that they would live day in and day out with nothing but grass and lessons and imagination. That was what made her different, she decided alone in her own thoughts and head, she had an imagination beyond compare. Forced to visualize things inside her own head, not to see if they are real or not. She wouldn't know. She would never know if they where real unless she saw.
Unless she believed they where real.
{@[Cerin]}
ooc;; yes please! You? c:
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