Watch how the FIRE works

[PRIVATE] Watch how the FIRE works

Parelia Posts: 210

Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 :: 7:: Frostfall HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Penna :: Peregrine Falcon :: None Parelia

#21

03-08-2014, 12:32 AM

Honey orbs gazed bright at the dappled stud before her taking in his upturned smile, which in turn made her own velvety lips curl into a beaming smile. Could she really be with happy? Some small sad voice whispered that it wouldn't last, that he would find out about what had happened to her and he would bolt. Her prancing paused losing it's rhythm making her have to put all four feet down firmly to keep from toppling over. She shoved a chloroform rag over the voice's mouth until it became still and silent. Her dainty body moved with quick jaunty steps towards the wall where her precious cargo was stashed, she wasn't really all that sure what it was, but she knew it was important and needed to be protected. A rain cloud of doubt was trying once again to rain on her parade, but she shoved it away allowing the sun to shine brightly once again.

She paused at the wall her happiness radiating around her as she waited as calmly as she could for Ciceron. "Hurry up mister pony!" She teased playfully stretching her neck towards him lightly nipping the air in his direction before pulling away trying to look innocent. Tinkling laughter rippled from her as she reached into the protective cleft. Strong porcelain teeth clamped down gently on the call of moss, as she pulled her dished face away and back towards the stud. She smiled around the bundle in her mouth standing proudly with her head and banner held high. She winked playfully before lowering her soft muzzle towards the ground. She carefully dispensed the moss.

Soft vocals left warm lips, "I'm not really for sure what it is, but I feel like there isn't anything more important to me than it." She paused for a moment as she unwrapped the tiny shimmering thing, "I think... I think it might be an egg of some sort, but I can't think of anything that would lay an egg like this." Chiseled features softened into a look so loving and gentle it might make another think she was looking at her first foal.

"Speach"’Thoughts’
Words: 357 @[Ciceron]

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