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12-20-2016, 05:59 PM
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"We're gonna be late, ma!" His excited form chirped as he leaped over another large mound of snow, mismatched eyes diligently followed the forms of the equines infront and above him as the all traveled the meadow. He'd all but charged after them with his mother in tow as she tried to keep her wayward child in line, but he'd torn ahead on gangly legs and flighted spirits. If only he had wings! He'd have been able to get there in no time, rather than his hopped steps over particularly large and perilous snow mounds. They'd deceived him once or twice in his adventures in the meadow, why just yesterday he'd stepped into one and fallen completely through the white ground into a concealed dip in the ground. He'd wiggled his way out, but not before he'd used it as a hiding place to escape his ma's keen eye. He's the first out of the pair to arrive, they'd left his brother in the safety of the Throat and while he'd been reluctant to leave Jude behind, he knew that he'd feel better when he came back with more stories to tell. He'd be nice and toasty, and then they could huddle down together while the younger of the two had his poor ears talked off by his older brother. True to form, his gold and emerald gaze landed straight upon the Earth Turtle, his cloven hooves already marched him forward as a grin appeared on his face. Childish glee and excitement at it's finest. Others appeared to be placing bits and pieces on the Pine Tree the old turtle stood under, but he found himself more interested in the unusual creature and his magical markings. "Hello Mr. Turtle." He greeted excitedly, then turned his attention back to the tree which now glittered with various trinkets and slightly questionable things. What could he put on it? An ear tipped backward as he pondered, he didn't have much of anything to put on it, except the little beads his mother occasionally popped into his hair. Too small to be of any real use to such a big tree, but it was the thought that counted, right? So he took one between his teeth and popped it on the nearest branch, it's emerald appearance glinted in the frosty light. Satisfied, the young colt stepped backward toward the chimeric mare that was his mother. |
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please only tag Byron in opening posts!
