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10-12-2016, 12:22 PM
“Why, the bestest thing ever!” blurts the exuberant filly when asked what a tournament is, “the King hosts games and stuff, to see who is the strongest and smartest in their land. Sometimes there is prizes like today! But everyone is always very proud to be a part of the tornament, ‘cause they don’t happen a whole lot.” Of course, she knew what little she knew of tournaments from her mother’s tales, and the tidbits and trailing plotlines her father wove into Arah’s story telling. Still, it didn’t tarnish the efficacy of the images that flooded her mind, or the imaginary scene she hoped to put on for the twins. At first, when the mention of the upcoming race is brought up, Katua is very enthusiastic. Lighting up with delight that her game was indeed a good one, her smile is quickly dashed by Zubari’s more reserved nature. Frowning at the goody two shoes colt, Maude adds her own two cents to what Katua already spouts at the moody boy, hiding her embarrassment at having not introduced herself with a quick curtsy of greeting. “Oh, oops. I’m Maude de Co’binus Arbor, ” she sweetly says upon looking back up, apologetically smiling with a playful swish of her milky tail, “And Katua is right! We’re just playing. My mom is just right over there, anyway. You’re not gonna get hurt or lost or nothin’.” She’s so sure of that notion that when Katua prances to the starting line, Maude is quick to set up alongside her, her narrow, filly’s neck arcing in what she imagines to be a very strong and graceful way. “You coming, Zubari?” she smiles, her pale green eyes sparkling, “you can even count down to the start!” [ oh gosh children :'D ] |
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Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
