Post by Victory on Dec 18, 2003 20:29:00 GMT -5
((OOC: After the jump. Nyeheh.))
Trinket grumbled to herself, half-hidden inside a hollow old tree. She hated the cold with a passion. Being more petite than most pony foals, it was rather difficult to find warm garments that fit. Attempting to snuggle into her long, white hair, the Winger decided the best way to take her mind off the dismal weather by holding an animated conversation with herself. "Ugh!! This stupid snow! Not only is it wet and soggy and freezing cold, but it's impossible to walk in AND it covers up any dropped shinies. Snow, snow, snow, SNOW! Everywhere! I don't know why I even left the house in the first place. Oh, wait, I was sick to tears of acting excited about this stupid festival thingy! Why do we need to celebrate a buncha dead guys, ennyhow? Santa Merry Treats can kiss my--Oh!" Trinket froze in mid-sentence, noticing a paper clip on the dry floor of the small shelter. She hastily scooped it up and tucked it away gleefully. "About time I got a shiny... now, where was I? Yeah, how am I supposed to get a good present for Auntie Wysteria and Moony, anyhow? I'm positive they wouldn't want no shinies; and even if they did, my collection is all MINE!" The little Summerwing curled into a ball, shivering miserably. Festival of Light... bah, humbug.
Trinket grumbled to herself, half-hidden inside a hollow old tree. She hated the cold with a passion. Being more petite than most pony foals, it was rather difficult to find warm garments that fit. Attempting to snuggle into her long, white hair, the Winger decided the best way to take her mind off the dismal weather by holding an animated conversation with herself. "Ugh!! This stupid snow! Not only is it wet and soggy and freezing cold, but it's impossible to walk in AND it covers up any dropped shinies. Snow, snow, snow, SNOW! Everywhere! I don't know why I even left the house in the first place. Oh, wait, I was sick to tears of acting excited about this stupid festival thingy! Why do we need to celebrate a buncha dead guys, ennyhow? Santa Merry Treats can kiss my--Oh!" Trinket froze in mid-sentence, noticing a paper clip on the dry floor of the small shelter. She hastily scooped it up and tucked it away gleefully. "About time I got a shiny... now, where was I? Yeah, how am I supposed to get a good present for Auntie Wysteria and Moony, anyhow? I'm positive they wouldn't want no shinies; and even if they did, my collection is all MINE!" The little Summerwing curled into a ball, shivering miserably. Festival of Light... bah, humbug.
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