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08-08-2012, 05:38 PM
Rishima's words are playful, which is a relief to Onni, who had immediately detected not only anger but hurt from the mare's statue previously. She had seemed to loosen her body, become more comfortable in their company, and for that, the painted girl was glad. It was not often that she had the opportunity to brighten the spirits of others, but when she could it was always a blessed feeling. The tobiano returns her smile before bounding off to join the little black colt by the riverside. Her lips meet the cool water happily, glad that they can take relief in the chill of the liquid. Her eyes close, letting the moment sink in completely, until an unexpected splash of water hits Onni's face with a playful splat. Her eyes blink the water away to reveal Rishima, standing ever so innocently in the middle of the river, sunken down to her knees. Another smile breaks out over her lips as the pegasus looks to the black colt, his eyes taking on a rather tricksy shimmer, and Onni's as well cast a more playful shade. Onni chases forward, bringing herself beside Rishima only to promptly skid her hooves toward the side, bringing a small wave of water to roll toward the black frame of the moon painted mare. Commotion from behind them makes Onni turn her head, seeing the black colt buck outward, his thick tail falling upward, a mass of darkness in the bright blue sky. Some odd black liquid begins to spring forth, and Onni's eyes widen in surprise. What magic this boy had. The little sprinkles of night fall swiftly, paining Onni's side with little dapples of blackness. It was not long before a shining wave of water followed those drops, crashing onto her back and wiping away the little dots of black. "You!" she blurts out, though not angrily, a joyous tone, before completing her turn used to splash Rishima and heading out toward the black boy of ink. He trots away, but Onni is quickly following him. Black shapes begin to form in the river, however, directing her gaze downward. They look like cloudy fish, and Onni is quite amazed. The mare has never seen a painting, or any attempt to recreate the natural world - at the most she has seen jewelry in the form of amulets. However, the boy has a skill the mare has never encountered, and she finds it fascinating, a talent unmatched by anyone. "What else can you make?" Onni asks as her longer strides brings her to trot alongside him, playfully nipping out at his shoulder before pivoting sharply and trotting back toward Rishima. "" |
