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12-20-2016, 08:13 PM
I'll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down. Ferry you through the coldness, never let you down. The cold did not bother the girl, intact she rather liked the way the air made her skin crawl. It was the snow that she despised. Yet today she had to brave the wet, disgusting stuff. She had trailed after Alysanne, not realising that it was probably creepy. No, she had simply witnessed the winged mare wondering away and was curious about the mare's destination. In order to satisfy her curiosity the only thing to do was follow the pretty mare. When they reached the spectacle that was the turtle and his tree being decorated, the pale dove couldn't help the snort that frosted in front of her pink nose. As each person stepped forward and place an important item on the tree they stated why it was special or important. Truthfully the tree was looking rather marvellous, it sparkled, glinted and shone with all of the items hanging from the branches. It also made her feel silly for coming. She had no such items to decorate the tree with. Nothing that held any meaning to her, after all she'd long been on her own. No one had gifted her with any such items, maybe she'd have to make some friends and eventually be given something. Nothing pretty or glittery....or wait. Eyeing the thick pale hairs on her tail she wondered if they would be accepted by the turtle. They were pretty she supposed, glinting palely in light from the tree. Holding her tail up she inspected the stands before looking out across the meadow. Spied a log half buried in the snow she makes her way over to it, drapes her tail over the sharp end then walks, feeling the tug and finally release as a small amount of hair was pulled free from her tail. Turning and collecting the hairs the pale dove trotted happily back to the tree, grinning around the split, snapped and ruined hairs. Waiting her turn she moved up to the branches and rather unceremoniously spat the now damp bunch onto the branches. "I don't have any items but these hairs are pretty. I guess." With a nonchalant shrug of her right shoulder the dove turned from the and returned to the outskirts, waiting and watching to see if others would step forward to add their items to the tree. [Ráeru rips some hair out of her tail and unceremoniously spits them onto the tree.] |
