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Post by Partner in Mischief on Apr 10, 2005 10:25:21 GMT -5
A young mare with a gleaming coat the color of chocolate emerges from the protection of the trees, where apparently she had been spying on the other paints. She gallops around the field before stopping within talking distance of the others. www.freewebs.com/tfadopted/paint2.htm |
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Post by Dawby on Apr 11, 2005 8:50:04 GMT -5
Dieava's ears prick up at the entrance of another filly, this one close to her own age. "Sella li, Ethen'li'filan!" she says, almost eagerly.
Giving Ayr a quizzical sideways look, she asks, "Youngest daughter? How many children do you have?"
The sound of hoofbeats striking the dirt distracts her for a moment.
"Oh!" She cranes her neck to get a better look at the pretty brown mare who has appeared. "Do you know her, too?"
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Post by Lumi on Apr 11, 2005 11:56:21 GMT -5
Ayr grabs the oppertunity to aviod that question whos answer would make him out to be quite old. He was very proud of his children, but at the same time having so many made him feel old sometimes.
Looking over to the exuberant young mare galloping around the field he perked his ears. She had a beautiful smooth chocolate coat, and liquid looking mane and tail. Boy, the Orchard was just overflowing with beauties today! And he'd somehow ended up in the middle!
"Hmm, nope I don't believe I've met her yet." he says quietly to Dieava.
Then he smiles and bows his head to the new arrival, "Sella li, I'm Ayrandan'hala. This is Dieavafaoc'path, Levish'lisen, and Ethen'li'filan." The big stallion indicates each paint with a small motion of his head toward each. "May I enquire as to your name?" Ayr asks gently.
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Post by Dawby on Apr 11, 2005 12:36:49 GMT -5
One ear flattens imperceptibly, somewhat dismayed at being spoken for instead of being able to introduce herself. Dieava shakes it off, realizing the big stallion seems to be accustomed to being in charge. It would be silly to take offense to something so trivial.
More self confidence, she tells herself firmly.
Dieava takes a step forward, ears pricked, projecting as much friendliness with her body language as she can towards the chocolate unicorn.
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Post by Stormelle on Apr 11, 2005 15:06:56 GMT -5
Ethen nuzzelz her fathr back and smiles happily at Dieava, " Sella li, Dieava. Just call me Ethen thought."
Levish sits quietly wacthing the choclate mare. Ethen hums softly to herself as she turns to see the choclate mare.
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Post by Seaa on Apr 11, 2005 23:05:59 GMT -5
The mare backs away a step before responding quietly, "My name... Odil'li'binin... Drop of Chocolate"
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Post by Partner in Mischief on Apr 11, 2005 23:09:38 GMT -5
She flicks her tail and watches the others intently, silently gazing at them one by one until her eyes come to rest on Ayr. Her big eyes glance from side to side before being calmed by steady, serene gaze of the large stallion.
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Post by Stormelle on Apr 11, 2005 23:14:29 GMT -5
Ethen smiles playful and nods her head, " such a prett name.." she still feels odd however. she had hardly ever left her home and when she did it was usually with her mother and Levish. Althought Levish was here he wasn't the one she felt most comfortable around.
Levish felt oddly left out but his furm stance and calm gaze reveled nothing of it.
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Post by Dawby on Apr 12, 2005 8:36:51 GMT -5
Dieava dips her head, shyly responding, "Your name fits well, Odil'li'binin. I am new to the orchard; Ethen and these two gentlemen were just telling me a little more about the place. Won't you join us?"
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Post by Lumi on Apr 12, 2005 10:19:36 GMT -5
Ayr was indeed used to being in charge, but he certainly hadn't meant to upset anyone by doing the introductions. He was just trying to be polite and kind. Though perhaps someone could take him aside and tell him to please let others speak for themselves. ;)
"A very pretty name." he agrees with Ethen. Ayr gives his daughter a playful nudge, aware of her feeling less than comfortable in the present company. She was so much like her mother he thought lovingly.
Ayr dipped his head smiling serenely to encourage the shyer mare to come and join them. He appresiated Dieava's style, it was nice to have another Paint willing to invite others.
The big stallion was aware that the younger stallion, Levish had been left out alittle bit, but he wasn't sure how to change that yet. Ayr hoped the lovely ladies would be able to make Levish feel more welcome.
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Post by Stormelle on Apr 12, 2005 20:38:23 GMT -5
Ethen lauged and smiled a nodded, " Yes please won't you join us?"
Levish sat thinking deeply.He didn't know what much to say except, " Ethen is right and so is Dieava it is pretty and fitting." he nodded his head slightly smiling.
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Post by Dawby on Apr 13, 2005 12:58:09 GMT -5
As her belly grumbles embarrassingly, Dieava's thoughts shift briefly from the newcomer in the orchard to pondering how to politely ask herself to lunch and hoping Ethen and the two stallions didn't hear it.
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Post by Partner in Mischief on Apr 13, 2005 18:36:22 GMT -5
Odil nods her head slowly, glancing from one face to another, nervous in the presence of so many beauties, all fantastically colored unlike her plain (but shining and silky smooth) coat.
She hears Dieava's belly rumble and giggles. A lock of hair falls in her eyes and she blows it away, looking up at the crisp blue sky and puffy white clouds. What a lazy day... She thinks to herself, The flowers are blooming, growing and maturing into their full beauty, and the grass is soft and young.
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Post by Lumi on Apr 13, 2005 20:10:06 GMT -5
Ayr's sensitive ears also pick up the belly rumbling and immediately looks around for some yeyver fruits. He could go for some himself. "Mmmm...anyone hungry? I know I am...should be some yeyver fruit around here somewhere."
The big stallion peers at the trees until he finds one thats got some early fruit. "Aha..best fruit in all the worlds." he walks over to it and picks some ripe ones delicately and holds them out to anyone who wants one.
Odil might not be colorful but she was no less beautiful, besides Ayr himself was in shades of brown too.
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Post by Partner in Mischief on Apr 13, 2005 21:04:19 GMT -5
Odil playfully skips over and grabs a fruit. She eats it, savoring the sweet flavor in her mouth. Yummy! She munches on another and thanks Ayr for finding them.
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