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Larue
She had seen the many tines of antlers adorning some of the companions at the Basin’s meetings. They (the cerndyrs, her pop had told her) were so different than Beans. Beans was fluffy, bright, full of squawks and beak-nips. These deer… they were quiet, reserved, stately. They hung by their bondeds or at the edges of the gathered Basiners. In short, they were perfect victims for her pranks. And those antlers—they were ripe for taking advantage of.
So she wandered (once again) from the Basin. Her legs, growing longer with the change of seasons (though she would not admit it, she was still a foal), carried her farther south and east than she had ever been. Strange, narrow, hollow trees rose around her and mists flowed in and out of the narrow paths she travelled. Curiosity piqued: where was she? What was this place?
It was full of surprises and she loved it.
She drew closer to the hollow, leave poles, finding glittering strands wrapping around them—coming from worms? Small, white worms that wiggled and pooped out glittering thread? She snorted in a combination of disgust and delight, discovering that this poop was strong.
And an idea hatched in her mind, still full of those prim and proper antlers. They could be caught, snarled, delightfully so by this thread. So she plotted and gathered; it was remarkable how focused and persistent the young filly could be when carrying out some prank. The lemony filly took a deep breath (because these were worms, ew) before taking the silkworms into her mouth. Hopping on gangly foal legs to wrap their strands around the poles, she diligently repeated the task over and over and over— until a nearly transparent net was strung between the narrow path between the bamboo shoots, right at antler-level.
And then she hunkered down in the intermittent mist, in the shadow of a bamboo cluster. Her foal-fuzz tail twitching in anticipation as she waited. To her young mind, a cerndyr was bound to com around soon.
So she wandered (once again) from the Basin. Her legs, growing longer with the change of seasons (though she would not admit it, she was still a foal), carried her farther south and east than she had ever been. Strange, narrow, hollow trees rose around her and mists flowed in and out of the narrow paths she travelled. Curiosity piqued: where was she? What was this place?
It was full of surprises and she loved it.
She drew closer to the hollow, leave poles, finding glittering strands wrapping around them—coming from worms? Small, white worms that wiggled and pooped out glittering thread? She snorted in a combination of disgust and delight, discovering that this poop was strong.
And an idea hatched in her mind, still full of those prim and proper antlers. They could be caught, snarled, delightfully so by this thread. So she plotted and gathered; it was remarkable how focused and persistent the young filly could be when carrying out some prank. The lemony filly took a deep breath (because these were worms, ew) before taking the silkworms into her mouth. Hopping on gangly foal legs to wrap their strands around the poles, she diligently repeated the task over and over and over— until a nearly transparent net was strung between the narrow path between the bamboo shoots, right at antler-level.
And then she hunkered down in the intermittent mist, in the shadow of a bamboo cluster. Her foal-fuzz tail twitching in anticipation as she waited. To her young mind, a cerndyr was bound to com around soon.
@Raeden
Larue has made a tangled web of silkworm's silk strung between bamboo shoots where the maze narrows. It's set up so that the more Tin pulls against the strands, the more they'll tighten around his antlers :D
(OKAY I KNOW THIS IS FARFETCHED, but Larue insisted so here is <3 )
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