And down will come baby...

[Stellaluna]

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Bic:
A baby pegusi no bigger then a pony's hoof fell from the sky. He had opened his eyes and had never been so scared. To see the clouds moving passed him a such a speed as he fell faster, closing in on a forest that wrapped around a little town called Ponyville. He tried to flap his little wings but he wasn't strong enough. The trees were getting bigger and bigger. He was getting close. Thoughts of his mother flashed about in his mind. His eyes started to water. Finally, CRASSHHH!!!!!! He had landed right in a clearing that had been made by the previous fire. He was unconsious now.

[Victory]

((Um... quick question before I jump in: What time is this occurring? ^^;; ))

[Stellaluna]

((OOC: ummm...ah! That's what I forgot. It's the morning around 9:00))

[Victory]

((Okay, that's perfect. Hee.))

Butterscotch hummed a merry little tune as she strolled along... Despite how late she'd stayed up last night, the mare always was an early bird. And it was such a beautiful morning... nothing could go wrong! Butterscotch stopped a minute. There was something white in the middle of her path... Maybe it was a bunny. She cautiously crept forth, and gave the little white thing a soft nudge. "Um... hello?"

[Stellaluna]

The newborn stirred, awaiking slowly. He felt the nudge and roled over onto his back. He opened his eye's, looking up at the female pony. At first his vision was jumbled and blury, but then it soon to shape on the white mare looking down at him. He didn't know where he was or why, but that did not matter to him right now. His muscles ached. His little bones felt as if they were shattered. He tried to hold it in for a moment, but then tears streamed down his cheeks. He couldn't help it. He hurt so badly and he was so scared of everything around him.

[Victory]

"Oh... oh my goodness!" Butterscotch gasped. This wasn't a bunny... it was a little newborn foal, and an injured-looking one at that! "It's... it's okay, little one. My name is Butterscotch, and I'm going to find a healer. Are you badly hurt? Can you get up?" She whimpered. A great detective she may be, but a doctor? No.

[Stellaluna]

Silence wined but did not speak, he couldn't. He never spoke a word in his short life. (Hence the name) His side hurt badly and it made his legs curl tightly against his body and his muscles tense to the point where he was shaking. He closed his eyes tight and made an effort to stand, only to plop back on the ground. His little wings twitched.

[Victory]

"Oh, poor dear... don't you worry, there's plenty of good healers in Ponyville!" Butterscotch gently picked up the quivering colt and set him on her back. "Just hold tight. You must have been through a lot... getting hurt, mommy and daddy nowhere in sight... and here you are, cute as a button and not even old enough to talk!" She set off at a smooth, easy lope, keeping a constant stream of soothing chatter. "Why, I don't know your name. What am I supposed to call you?"

[Stellaluna]

Although, feeling a little beter, the newborn remained silent.

[Victory]

"Y'know what you remind me of? A blank canvas. You're like a pony not ready to be born yet. No color anywhere on you, no voice, no symbol... Just pure, fresh nothingness. And that's sorta refreshing. Nowadays, walk in Ponyville, it's static with pink and purple and green and yellow and blue and... well, you get the picture. It's like someone scribbled on the world with some giant crayons." She half-shrugged. "S'nice to see a fresh piece of paper every now and then." The golden mare heaved a bittersweet sigh, half-absently heading to the sound of flowing water.

((OOC: Continued in *walking through the forest* since I'm lazy and the healers would be pretty preoccupied at the time.))