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[OPEN] [Finished] A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
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The still unnamed horse flicked his tail and her bleary gaze darted to his rear, snagged by the abrupt motion of his otherwise immobile posture. They returned quickly to find his unusually hued ears pinning against the tattered sprawl of hair across his poll.
His face fell blank; its demeanour remained unmoved by her perhaps goading, though sincere apology. Pretending for the time being that her feelings remained unhurt by his abrasive and considerably belligerent attitude, Africa pushed an indifferent grin across her lips. His brazen display of irritation was noticed, though remained unheeded- naturally, she presumed the bothersome foul tasting smoke must have reached its pinnacle, thus grating on his nerves.

She mimicked his cocky tone, teasing him with sparkling eyes. “Well, stran-ger...” she let the word out as an over pronounced drawl, a tiny hint of resentment betraying her annoyance that he had not revealed his name like politely, she had done- “...what are you doing now?” Personally, Africa had nothing of any true importance to do, to fill the remainder of the day- in fact, she thought with a sudden bursting eagerness, she was free to spend the afternoon with her, gloomy... saviour! Her cupped ears danced forward delightedly to relay her already obvious feelings. “Why don’t we go on an adventure!” She chimed brightly, for now choosing to bed her previous, fleeting indigence in favour of unashamed and more natural optimism. “C’monnn...” She insisted nodding slightly as though to agree on his behalf. “I promise it will be fun...

Assuring herself that the rummy-nosed colt would pursue her, Africa bounded playfully off to the right- east, and away from the fire. Adopting a mischievous, high striding trot she continued for a good length of time, until her sturdy round hooves fell upon much softer soil, tinged green with a light spattering of grass. Though she paused then, the young horse didn’t turn to see if he had followed; she would have liked such, but would find herself said adventure regardless of his attendance.


"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."



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RE: A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool. - by Africa - 05-09-2013, 08:39 PM

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