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01-21-2017, 08:23 PM
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esinakh
A white-rimmed ear flicked back in uncertainty at the brusque, off-hand answer the richly chocolate colt gave her. Pale eyes widen even more (if possible) as she regarded him—her unease deepening has he started moving a ginormous (at least to Esi) log towards the pile. Thoroughly daunted, the strange girl began to quiver, feathers fanning in preparation to flee— that was, until the pearly grey and blush tinted filly turned sweetly towards her.
“Ellie?” The strangling filly hesitantly parroted the other girl’s name, pale eyes creasing slightly with a tentative smile crossing her dainty, white-marked lips. Bleached eyes linger on her un-matched eyes and uneven, white marking—before jerking towards the foul-smelling, strangely accented man as he spoke to the gruff colt.
Watching the two males work on the over-sized log, the grey filly shuffled towards the (even larger) log that Ellie had begun move towards. Warily, as if the thing would eat her, she began to slowly nudge the driftwood towards the pile—
Though she nearly jumped out of her skin as yet another appeared and spoke with so much laid-back ease to her that a frisson of envy pierced her tiny chest. Though it was easily overrun by the warmth the grey filly felt towards at the Sparklight’s friendliness, “Not run. Esi fly circles,” was her corrected agreement to the demigoddess—although a new happiness and assurance now infused her body, face, and quiet voice.
“Ellie?” The strangling filly hesitantly parroted the other girl’s name, pale eyes creasing slightly with a tentative smile crossing her dainty, white-marked lips. Bleached eyes linger on her un-matched eyes and uneven, white marking—before jerking towards the foul-smelling, strangely accented man as he spoke to the gruff colt.
Watching the two males work on the over-sized log, the grey filly shuffled towards the (even larger) log that Ellie had begun move towards. Warily, as if the thing would eat her, she began to slowly nudge the driftwood towards the pile—
Though she nearly jumped out of her skin as yet another appeared and spoke with so much laid-back ease to her that a frisson of envy pierced her tiny chest. Though it was easily overrun by the warmth the grey filly felt towards at the Sparklight’s friendliness, “Not run. Esi fly circles,” was her corrected agreement to the demigoddess—although a new happiness and assurance now infused her body, face, and quiet voice.
vod chafaan
dust to the wind
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