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Larue...
There was shouting. A lot of it. Coming from Lady Hotaru. The lemon drop snorted softly to herself and used some choice words she had learned from Shida (her idol), realizing that she would have to abandon her trick-in-progress to attend the summons of the Basin leaders. Didn’t they realize she was in the middle of something? Couldn’t they choose a better time to call a meeting?
Stomping her rose-thorn hoof in irritation, she looked at her handiwork: a sturdy strand from a horses’ tail tied to a branch that precariously supported a woven-grass basket of sulphur water from the hot springs. Though her weaving job was not nearly as good as that of the Basin’s crafters (water steadily dripped from it), it would hold long enough for her purposes. This was a well-traveled trail in the herdlands, after all. And unsuspecting victim was bound to get doused in an surprising shower—
Or, at least, they were until Deimos and Hotaru called a meeting. Twitching her tail with annoyance (it was just at her hocks now), she spun abruptly on heel and trotted with sharp, stabbing steps towards the call.
Of course she was late, but in her adolescent fog, she didn’t care. Instead, she gave a wary glare to Albrecht, giving his hooves a very wide berth before coming to stand alongside her sitting dad. Though her pique hadn’t work off yet (give it a few more seconds), so she remained silent as she waited. This had better be good for her to abandon such an awesome prank.
Stomping her rose-thorn hoof in irritation, she looked at her handiwork: a sturdy strand from a horses’ tail tied to a branch that precariously supported a woven-grass basket of sulphur water from the hot springs. Though her weaving job was not nearly as good as that of the Basin’s crafters (water steadily dripped from it), it would hold long enough for her purposes. This was a well-traveled trail in the herdlands, after all. And unsuspecting victim was bound to get doused in an surprising shower—
Or, at least, they were until Deimos and Hotaru called a meeting. Twitching her tail with annoyance (it was just at her hocks now), she spun abruptly on heel and trotted with sharp, stabbing steps towards the call.
Of course she was late, but in her adolescent fog, she didn’t care. Instead, she gave a wary glare to Albrecht, giving his hooves a very wide berth before coming to stand alongside her sitting dad. Though her pique hadn’t work off yet (give it a few more seconds), so she remained silent as she waited. This had better be good for her to abandon such an awesome prank.
...pucker up
Is surly/silent and stands next to @Johnny
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