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05-26-2015, 09:02 PM
Bellisma
The tiny, golden pixie carefully picked her way through the forests of her herdlands. Her movements were quick, but quite delicate. But this flurry of gold paused as she caught sight of a unique looking adolescent looking at and collecting- rocks?
Green eyes squint with confusion and she tilts her pretty little head. This mare- she assumed by the body type- was new to her. Bellisma flicked an ear sideways, then returned it to the other. What was she doing?
Cautiously, she took a few small steps out of the trees towards the other. Having forgotten her previous destination, she aimed to understand what the other was attempting to accomplish.
”What- what is it you’re doing?” The quiet bells chime out towards the winged mare. Certainly a Bellisma fresh from the Threshold would never be so audacious to ask such a question. But now, after some time with freedom in Helovia, she felt brave enough to approach and ask.
She continued to look at the mare’s progress, “Why all these rocks?” Slender legs took a few steps closer to the collection of rocks. Tiny nostrils flare as she smells and snorts, taking in only the smell of the other’s sweat, earth, and stone.
Turning a curious, bright green gaze to the mare, she awaited her answers.
ooc| I hope you don't mind Bellisma dropping in! :)
Green eyes squint with confusion and she tilts her pretty little head. This mare- she assumed by the body type- was new to her. Bellisma flicked an ear sideways, then returned it to the other. What was she doing?
Cautiously, she took a few small steps out of the trees towards the other. Having forgotten her previous destination, she aimed to understand what the other was attempting to accomplish.
”What- what is it you’re doing?” The quiet bells chime out towards the winged mare. Certainly a Bellisma fresh from the Threshold would never be so audacious to ask such a question. But now, after some time with freedom in Helovia, she felt brave enough to approach and ask.
She continued to look at the mare’s progress, “Why all these rocks?” Slender legs took a few steps closer to the collection of rocks. Tiny nostrils flare as she smells and snorts, taking in only the smell of the other’s sweat, earth, and stone.
Turning a curious, bright green gaze to the mare, she awaited her answers.
ooc| I hope you don't mind Bellisma dropping in! :)
Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay.
-Frost
Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay.
-Frost
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