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12-31-2015, 09:11 PM
I'd rather be a riot than indifferent; this means war Aye, the first mare she had noticed spoke. Demanding to know who was there and what was happening. And then, as Ettore dropped in front of them the mare panicked and moved backwards. But, as Rasta allowed a gentle vibration to pool around her – to better view the area she was standing in – new hoofbeats occurred. New hoofbeats and a new voice. He asked about peppermint tea and then the other mare ended up asking questions about that beverage. It was only after the other mare had spoken that Rasta allowed her voice to fill into the air. ”I’m Rasta. Ettore didn’t mean to startle you – he just wanted to say hello.” Gently, Ettore flew back over to Rasta and then took his place upon her withers. She had not quite realized yet that the other mare was actually blind, though she had registered that the stag who had come up was actually smaller than she. That, in and of itself, was rare now a days. Alas, the peppermint tea seemed to be the topic of interest for this gathering, as well as whatever it was that had happened to this other mare. No name lingered from her lips – or from the new stag’s who had greeted them. ”I didn’t know there was even such a thing as peppermint tea…” she mused, uncertainly speaking in an awkward moment as she had no clue what everyone’s relation was to each other. And she really did not want to have walked into the middle of some kind of reunion. fire in the- fire in the- fire in the- fire in the hole |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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