Post by LNS on May 21, 2005 0:37:52 GMT -5
As the dirt path slowly vanished from under hoof the two wandered into the woods. The soft grass, cushioned their steps and muted their hooves. Birds singing softly to one another deeper in the woods could be heard as the wind rustled through the trees.
As the pair continued to walk, they talked about various things. Their childhoods, favorite movies, Ponyville and those who lived there as well as a little about where Locke came from.
Nearing a small pond in a secluded spot, Locke took that opportunity to stop. His throat was dry and scratchy from the walk and all of the talking the two had done. Slipping his bag over his head, he set it down.
"Thirsty?" Locke asked as he fished two glasses from his bag.
Dipping the glasses into the pond, his hooves grazed the top of the water. Setting the brimming glasses down on the lush grass, he pulled a few small pouches from his bag. Opening one up he offered it to Twinkle Twirl to smell. The unmistakable smell of sweet strawberries wafted out.
"I like a little flavor in my water. What about you?" Locke questioned.
Mixing various crushed powders together, he took a sip from one glass. Sweet and tangy, just the way he liked it.
As the pair continued to walk, they talked about various things. Their childhoods, favorite movies, Ponyville and those who lived there as well as a little about where Locke came from.
Nearing a small pond in a secluded spot, Locke took that opportunity to stop. His throat was dry and scratchy from the walk and all of the talking the two had done. Slipping his bag over his head, he set it down.
"Thirsty?" Locke asked as he fished two glasses from his bag.
Dipping the glasses into the pond, his hooves grazed the top of the water. Setting the brimming glasses down on the lush grass, he pulled a few small pouches from his bag. Opening one up he offered it to Twinkle Twirl to smell. The unmistakable smell of sweet strawberries wafted out.
"I like a little flavor in my water. What about you?" Locke questioned.
Mixing various crushed powders together, he took a sip from one glass. Sweet and tangy, just the way he liked it.
