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11-03-2016, 07:54 PM
Larue
The lemon drop bounded forward in a spray of sand. She did not know the meaning of ‘reserved,’ and nor did she want to. Her pert gaze swept across all those gathered—sticking on the bull-horned boy from the last time she was on the beach. He had seemed like good company (read: he had agreed to blowing up things); but he had left to take care of his sister—what a drag. She had been freaking out over sand? Who comes to the beach when they don’t like sand?
Larue snorted and shook her lemon-freckled head, brushing aside her consciousness that was whispering: ’you’re only bitter because you want someone to take care of you like that.’ Because that was nonsense. The lemony girl had been by herself since day one; and now her mother was Lady Hotaru’s right hand; and dad was… well dad was stuck in their cave.
So it was no wonder that the tartlet bounded right into the middle of all the commotion. She craved attention and excitement and interaction. She made sure to keep clear of grouchy, stinky, snake-man; she did not want to be subjected to one of his powerful kicks again. Her ribs had been sore for days. That had put a major damper on things.
Her bright gaze kept darting towards @Arakh —but he was talking to some other, younger colt. And Larue wasn’t feeling the young-colt vibe in that moment, especially after hanging out with Shida. She was cool. Instead, with her tail twitching in anticipation, she came to stop near @Erthë , “What’s with the glass? What’s going on?” Her questions were bright and excited as she waited.
Larue snorted and shook her lemon-freckled head, brushing aside her consciousness that was whispering: ’you’re only bitter because you want someone to take care of you like that.’ Because that was nonsense. The lemony girl had been by herself since day one; and now her mother was Lady Hotaru’s right hand; and dad was… well dad was stuck in their cave.
So it was no wonder that the tartlet bounded right into the middle of all the commotion. She craved attention and excitement and interaction. She made sure to keep clear of grouchy, stinky, snake-man; she did not want to be subjected to one of his powerful kicks again. Her ribs had been sore for days. That had put a major damper on things.
Her bright gaze kept darting towards @Arakh —but he was talking to some other, younger colt. And Larue wasn’t feeling the young-colt vibe in that moment, especially after hanging out with Shida. She was cool. Instead, with her tail twitching in anticipation, she came to stop near @Erthë , “What’s with the glass? What’s going on?” Her questions were bright and excited as she waited.
Larue looks at Rak, talks to Erthe, and waits to see what is going to happen.
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