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Post by Becka *Pone* on Apr 14, 2005 20:06:42 GMT -5
"I'm not Loo silly!" Sherbet squealed and took the bag from Razz, looking around for the new, quiet filly and upon finding her sat down next to the little foal. She held out a marshmellow for Loo to put on the stick and then searched around the nearby vicinity to find a stick of her own. Her marshmellow almost immediately caught fire once she got it even remotely close to the flames, and Sherbet waved the burning ball of sugar in front of Harvest Moon. "Scared yet?" she said with dancing eyes.
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Karma shivered as a sickly green flash of light traveled down her aura's spine at the mention of that name. There was probably not a single pony in the whole land that she hated more than him, and only one single pony in her whole life that had given her more grief. That one stallion had cause so much trouble in her life with the Hoofspens and Dark that it was hard to forget, even after all these years.
"I agree, but we can't very well go now. Let's wait til morning, then we will go see this chapel of his and see if he really has changed as he proclaims." It wouldn't be hard for Karma to tell, even so simple a sign as her faint blue glow turning red would give the lie away - if that's what it was.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 14, 2005 23:49:15 GMT -5
Shy Loo was happy to see that Sherbert offered a marshmellow and a stick for her. Cheerily, she took it. "Thank you". Honulu Loo held the little white ball over the ember, and patiently waited. Turning her head sideways, she caught a glimpse of Sherbert Explosion. Her´s had caught fire, and she waved the burning ball in front of Harvest Moon.
"Scared yet?"
Loo giggled out loud. The marshmellow looked silly, and she wondered how the flutter would react.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 15, 2005 12:12:44 GMT -5
Meera reached over and plucked a marshmallow out of the bag, picked up a stick, and held it right in the flame, allowing it to catch fire as Sherbet's had done. But she immediately blew it out, let it cool, and started to eat the crispy brown, melted mess of sugar.
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Post by Shadoweaver on Apr 15, 2005 18:05:16 GMT -5
Harvest Moon looked appalled at the burning marshmellow. "You're messing 'em up! Burned ones are icky!" He nearly had another heart attack as a pony walked up behind him and added her own comment.
"You're quite right, little one. Why don't we show them how you properly roast a marshmellow?" Shadoweaver casually plucked a marshmallow from the bag and impaled it on the end a stick.
"Shadoweaver!" Harvest Moon squealed. He liked the dark flutter who ran the Inn. He liked her even more after she slowly tasted the marshmallow to a warm golden brown and offered it to him. He chomped down on its gooey goodness and was in heaven.
Shadoweaver tilted her head as she spotted the other baby flutter. "Hello there."
"That's Meera," Moon said as he licked his lips. "Can you roast more for me, Shadow? I always burn them..."
"Blech, burned things! Of course." She stuck two marshmellows on her stick and roasted them both this time. After all, she wanted one too.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 15, 2005 19:52:01 GMT -5
"Hi", Meera said shyly. Then she took another marshmallow, lit that one on fire too, and gestured to it. "I like them burned", she said, still quietly.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Apr 15, 2005 21:11:30 GMT -5
"Oh, burned ones are icky," Sherbet frowned as she realized she didn't like the burned marshmellows either. Not that she could ever get them that perfect brown - she was too clumsy and too impatient for that.
Looking around the circle, Sherbet offered her burnt marshmellow to Meera, since she said she liked the burnt ones.
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Post by silverfall on Apr 15, 2005 21:21:57 GMT -5
"I like the little ones on pancakes. Or in my cocoa," Razz said. He sat back down with the kids and continued to turn the logs in the fire pit. He seemed distracted.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 15, 2005 23:31:41 GMT -5
Mesmira smiled at Sherbet and happily popped the charred marshmallow in her mouth. ((Mmm...that's what I do - burnt to a crisp, then it's all melted on the inside, with that brown crunchy shell that tastes like ashes...yah, I'm bizarre. ))
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Post by Shadoweaver on Apr 16, 2005 1:36:45 GMT -5
"Strange child, liking burned marshmallows!" Shadoweaver said to Meera, though she smiled slightly. "Mom says you're not normal, even for a Fatumn Flutter," Harvest Moon said as he watched the marshmallows eagerly. "So you're strange, too." The lithe smoky flutter--taller than most of her kind, though still short of stature compared to normal ponies--laughed quite openly. "My mother is a war hero and my father an insane mage, do you expect otherwise?" She gave one of the golden toasted marshmallows to Moon, and the other to Sherbet. Resolved to finally have one of her own, she skewed three and resumed roasting. "Your dad is insane? Mine says I'll make him insane one day..." Moon's face was now getting rather sticky. "Oh, mine has always been that way, though I'm sure I made him worse. And do you repeat _everything_ your parents say?" Despite her cheery talk, Shadoweaver was carefully tending the marshmallows. "Children are supposed to drive their parents nuts, you know. It's their job." She added wistfully, "One of these days, when I have my own..." "You'll roast marshamallows for them too?" Harvest Moon guessed randomly. "Er....yes." Shadoweaver shook her head in bemusement. She used eating a marshmallow as an excuse for the sudden lull in conversation. ((OOC: trying to set something up here with all this babble about Shadoweaver and children. ))
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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 16, 2005 11:38:26 GMT -5
Honulu flicked her ears and listened slightly to the conversation. Her marshmellow, that had been hold for a while over the ember, did now got the golden-brown color she´d liked. She ate it diectly from the stick. "Gwee, twhouwse awe stickmy!" It took a while for the filly to free herself from the melted marshmellow.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 16, 2005 13:36:54 GMT -5
Mesmira this time looked directly at Shadoweaver. "Have you ever tried eating them burned?", she asked, setting another marshmallow ablaze.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Apr 20, 2005 13:31:32 GMT -5
Sherbet took the beautifuly browned marshmellow with a squeal of delight and stuffed it in her mouth without bothering to savor it.
When she had finally cleared her mouth of the sticky goo long enough to speak she grinned, "I drove my parents nuts until they left!" Not that it mattered much to Sherbet, they had rarely been around even when they were around. She was one of the older ones at the nursery, and one of the first to show up, and she prefered it that way. She was given some responsibility to look over some of the younger foals sometimes, and she had been able to "claim" Kail as her own mother before any of the other kids. So long as she was Kail's favorite, she could care less where her real parents were.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 20, 2005 13:39:15 GMT -5
"Your parents left?" Honulu asked with wide eyes. And just to try, she put her next marshmellow ablaze like Meshmira had done. Blowing the small, blue flames out, she put it in her mouth.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Apr 20, 2005 13:51:18 GMT -5
The orange filly giggled, "yeah, they left in the middle of the night so no one would see them. Kail kept telling me they would be back, but it was more than a year ago and I don't care anyways. Kail says families are made up of ponies who love each other, not ponies who have always lived together."
Sherbet scooted forward close to the fire and kicked a large stick back in that had been falling out, then she sat back on her log and turned a bright smile to Loo. Alot of the younger kids had problems with feeling sad because their families weren't around any more and Sherbet knew it, but the Nursery was just one big family to her.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 20, 2005 13:59:59 GMT -5
Loo knew that Sherbert meant well, but she could not return the smile. "My family is broken. My mommy and daddy is gone forever...and my sister is lost forever..."
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