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11-01-2016, 12:33 PM
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kolr
A gentle Orangemoon breeze carried the voices towards the watercolour filly's tulip-shaped ears. They sounded joyful, despite the competitive edge she thought she detected. Then again, what did she know about competition? Just little sweet Kolr who was never included in anything, because she wasn't capable of anything. But, oh, self deprecation looks good on no one, and Kolr was nothing, if not aware of how she appeared to others. So, biting her lip, the pigeon-toed girl walked slowly towards the arena. She'd never really bothered much with this place - it was built for the winged-members of the Dragon's Throat (just look at those metal trees! You could probably see all the way around the Island from up on one of those! But of course without wings, it was just another piece of the land inaccessible to her curious mind), and warriors. Kolr of course, was neither. But she was still a foal herself, and today, the arena seemed to be filled with the Dragon's Throat youth. As she neared, the delicate watercolour-lined valleys of her face deepened with doubt, as she say the ball that one of the brightly coloured boys currently had. If it was any sort of physical game, she surely couldn't have a part in it. But maybe she could be a cheerleader? If only a silent one? Forcing herself to have the courage to enter the arena, the pale filly immediately went to one of the sidelines, where she could stand and watch, but know that she was out of the way. The three boys before here were all ones that she had recognized. They all lived here after all. But there was one who drew her gaze. The loud one. But even though she normally found that trait difficult to bear (considering how little she spoke herself), she found it almost ... charming? endearing? in Castor. Maybe it was because she knew that he talked like that even when no one was around (hadn't she seen him do so on the beach that one day?) Making herself as small as she could, Kolr tried to blend into the background. Her bright blue gaze was wide and curious however, as she watched to see how the game might unfold. Kolr is lurking on the sidelines! |
