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10-02-2016, 03:35 PM
Larue
Her eyes, in a rare moment darted to the skies. As a trickster, her attention was more often aimed at the ground and those around her; how would she plan a trick if she wasn’t watching others? But, still, in a moment of foal-like wonder, her eyes darted towards the heavens when the snap of fireworks sounded. The thief-lady (the one that was alongside mom; Roxanne? Regina?) must be practicing things, for it was early, still.
Still, candied, bright teal eyes looked up and found a large, bright white raptor soaring and calling in the skies. Her curiosity piqued, small limbs of pink-hued lemon beginning to quickly scamper, following the flying vulture from the ground.
And the filly was rewarded with one of the thief-lady’s twins (Rexanna! she finally remembered). Her gaze narrowed slightly, warily, at the fiery otters along the other’s back, “Are they hot?” Her pert voice was full of suspicion. She remembers the hot springs stinging her legs when she and her pops had wandered into the hot water. Pops had told her it was the heat that they (those made of candy) should avoid. And the filly, not keen on any kind of pain, had heeded his words (the first she had ever heeded).
Then her gaze darted around, looking for others to arrive, “So, what’re we doing? Why’d your bird come get me?” Her bright gaze darted towards the oversized vulture, lemon-freckled face scrunching slightly as she waited fro the fiery filly to answer her.
Still, candied, bright teal eyes looked up and found a large, bright white raptor soaring and calling in the skies. Her curiosity piqued, small limbs of pink-hued lemon beginning to quickly scamper, following the flying vulture from the ground.
And the filly was rewarded with one of the thief-lady’s twins (Rexanna! she finally remembered). Her gaze narrowed slightly, warily, at the fiery otters along the other’s back, “Are they hot?” Her pert voice was full of suspicion. She remembers the hot springs stinging her legs when she and her pops had wandered into the hot water. Pops had told her it was the heat that they (those made of candy) should avoid. And the filly, not keen on any kind of pain, had heeded his words (the first she had ever heeded).
Then her gaze darted around, looking for others to arrive, “So, what’re we doing? Why’d your bird come get me?” Her bright gaze darted towards the oversized vulture, lemon-freckled face scrunching slightly as she waited fro the fiery filly to answer her.
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