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10-31-2016, 05:06 PM
Larue
The little lemon drop skittered on dark pink hooves, overly enthusiastic eyes darting continually back to the vibrant buckskin mare as if to assure herself that she was still following her. The only thing that tempered her enthusiasm as the continually distraction of sounds that plagued her since leaving the dark, ghoulish ram. Where the explosive, hero-esque woman had received awesome, streaming back tears for her trick, the filly seemed to be able to hear everything.
Which was awesome.
…kind of. It probably would be more awesome if the little tartlet didn’t have the attention span of a mouse, and thus every buzzing insect or nocturnal animals’ leaf rustling caused a jerk of her head and twitching perk of her ears. Her gaze darted from unseen sounds to the black-horned lady’s face, eyes alight with interest.
“Who’re you? I’m Larue. Didja really mean it? Blowing stuff up, I mean. You can do that?” The filly’s bright voice, for once lacking the irritated boredom that so often colored her, barely broke for breath as she aimed her string of questions at the sassy, pink-mouthed badass. Her ears continued to swivel as she tried to keep her attention focused for the answers—
—But she failed as her head snapped towards the sweeping of a bat. And they were so close to home that she could hear the faint hoofbeats of horses within the herd—the narrow opening funneling the sounds in the Basin. “We’re almost there!” And with that, the tiny, lemon-freckled filly bounded forward, dark flaxen tail streaming behind her with excitement.
Which was awesome.
…kind of. It probably would be more awesome if the little tartlet didn’t have the attention span of a mouse, and thus every buzzing insect or nocturnal animals’ leaf rustling caused a jerk of her head and twitching perk of her ears. Her gaze darted from unseen sounds to the black-horned lady’s face, eyes alight with interest.
“Who’re you? I’m Larue. Didja really mean it? Blowing stuff up, I mean. You can do that?” The filly’s bright voice, for once lacking the irritated boredom that so often colored her, barely broke for breath as she aimed her string of questions at the sassy, pink-mouthed badass. Her ears continued to swivel as she tried to keep her attention focused for the answers—
—But she failed as her head snapped towards the sweeping of a bat. And they were so close to home that she could hear the faint hoofbeats of horses within the herd—the narrow opening funneling the sounds in the Basin. “We’re almost there!” And with that, the tiny, lemon-freckled filly bounded forward, dark flaxen tail streaming behind her with excitement.
Coming from the Trick or Treat drop. Need a lead(?) to accept :D @Hotaru @Diemos
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