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Larue
Even with the cooling of Orangemoon, the earth grew warmer as she headed southward—nearly making the tiny, yellow filly turn back towards home. The north was always safely cooler than the southern climates she occasionally wandered towards. Though, normally, she only ventured as far south as the Dark Forest. It’s deep shadows and thick trees made for perfect setting for tricking unsuspecting travelers. The tart youth reveled in it.
But, for some strange reason (perhaps the cooler weather or her sudden, intense wave of boredom) Larue headed further and further south. Past through the darkest part of the forest, past where it lightened once again, past strange flats that stretched on forever (the salt water felt tingly against her candy coat), and finally to the coast. Candied teal eyes had swept up and down the shoreline, seeing a few others gathering there as well.
The sea’s splashing and groaning had caught her ever-alert attention, then. With wide eyes she watched the bridge rise from the very water, soft pink lips slightly agape. She cautiously waited —brought about only by the warmer temperatures she found herself in— for others to cross the bridge before she tried it.
And the others made it seemingly fine. So her rosethorn hooves pattered across the stones, bones, and seaweed. Slowly at first, but then her tiny form broke into an apprehensive trot as she was left behind the others. Though she abruptly stopped after cresting the bridge’s rise, eyes honing in on the strange creature that had emerged from the surf.
Though she was a naturally curious filly with an exuberance for life that youth so oft endows, there was something strange about this creature. Something her youth instantly doubted, causing her limbs to halt halfway across. Perhaps it was because it resembled the hodgepodge monsters of her nightmares. Perhaps it was some underly lilt in his words that youth’s innocence picks up. Or perhaps it was simply because he was different. Regardless, the filly hung back on the bridge, curious but apprehensive gaze sweeping those gathered--and landing on the winged and horned black body of Virga. "Hey! Hey, Virga! what is it?" She called to the featherless colt, perching forward in an amusing mixture of caution and enthusiasm. And then she watched and waited.
But, for some strange reason (perhaps the cooler weather or her sudden, intense wave of boredom) Larue headed further and further south. Past through the darkest part of the forest, past where it lightened once again, past strange flats that stretched on forever (the salt water felt tingly against her candy coat), and finally to the coast. Candied teal eyes had swept up and down the shoreline, seeing a few others gathering there as well.
The sea’s splashing and groaning had caught her ever-alert attention, then. With wide eyes she watched the bridge rise from the very water, soft pink lips slightly agape. She cautiously waited —brought about only by the warmer temperatures she found herself in— for others to cross the bridge before she tried it.
And the others made it seemingly fine. So her rosethorn hooves pattered across the stones, bones, and seaweed. Slowly at first, but then her tiny form broke into an apprehensive trot as she was left behind the others. Though she abruptly stopped after cresting the bridge’s rise, eyes honing in on the strange creature that had emerged from the surf.
Though she was a naturally curious filly with an exuberance for life that youth so oft endows, there was something strange about this creature. Something her youth instantly doubted, causing her limbs to halt halfway across. Perhaps it was because it resembled the hodgepodge monsters of her nightmares. Perhaps it was some underly lilt in his words that youth’s innocence picks up. Or perhaps it was simply because he was different. Regardless, the filly hung back on the bridge, curious but apprehensive gaze sweeping those gathered--and landing on the winged and horned black body of Virga. "Hey! Hey, Virga! what is it?" She called to the featherless colt, perching forward in an amusing mixture of caution and enthusiasm. And then she watched and waited.
Rue hangs out 1/2 way on the bridge, hedging her bets and calls to @Virga to ask what is going on :P (I hope it's okay that Rue knows his name from the meeting? If not, I will edit!)
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