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11-19-2016, 10:35 PM
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Castor was swooping in and stealing the ball. "Oh," the filly said in a rather cheerful manner, as though her opponent taking the ball from her was the most wonderful thing in the world. "Okay then!" And then, assuming that her role in the game was done (and, truthfully, losing interest in that dreamy, distant way that she had), she began to drift towards the sidelines. She might have approached Kolr, found that the poor girl was crying, and attempted to comfort her by pulled crystal out of nowhere and shaping into, say, a soaring zephyr, but then Iskra was shouting at her and she was turning with a vague interest on her face, and whatever trajectory she'd been on was forgotten."Watch the ball!" he shouted.
"Why?" she responded, almost to herself, but she cantered slowly back into play, positioning herself in front of their goal and watching the ball carefully. It was coming closer, carried as it was by Castor; the little sand princess was intrigued by the way the ball bobbed and waved on its rope, and she watched it as though trying to memorize the movement so that she might recreate it later. A strange, gargling noise burst from the approaching colt's mouth, startling another soft, "Oh," from the girl's mouth, and then the ball was sailing right for her, and she ducked out of the way before realizing that she was supposed to be blocking it. Belatedly, she kicked her hind legs up, trying to kick the ball away and towards her teammates.
"Talk."
OOC | Vinati tries to BLOCK.
