Post by Crescent on Feb 21, 2006 3:49:48 GMT -5
Gibberish was inside. It was a beautiful day and sun shone brightly and everything seemed wonderful - except that she was ill. Her head felt heavy and she couldn't stop sneezing. This made her feel miserable. And where had that Rogue got himself, too? He was supposed to be here taking care of her, that's what he had said. He'd told her he'd take care of her when she had showed the first symptoms of flu. And now he was nowhere in sight.
Gib was sorely disappointed. And Tramp, too. Shouldn't he have been here somewhere? Really, it was ridiculous! Here she was all alone, ill, and neither of the handsome mercenaries had even bothered to tell her where they'd gone to.
She rearranged the flower pot, the table cloth and the pile of napkins on the table yet again, her hooves moving jerkily the whole way. Oh, dear. What ever would she do? She was well supplied for, of course, by her own garden, and she had just recently even got herself some baking stuff from the grocery store, but now she was too tired to bake. And she desperately wanted something good to take her mind off this whole illness business.
Oh, where were those stallions?
She sighed as she bundled backward into the armchair. The cottage had become so quiet these days. Of course it had always been quiet, as she had been living alone for quite some time now, but now, after the two stallions were living with her, she noticed she was beginning to miss them when they weren't there. As though she was truly beginning to miss having company.
A small ball of warm golden glow, about the size of a marble, floated from within her rainbow hair and moved to buzz around her head. It pulsated a strange light, and Gib looked at it with her puffy eyes slightly gratefully.
"Thank you," she murmured, "but really, you're not a pony."
The light pulsated some more.
"I don't think so." Gib frowned. "At least, I don't suppose you can replace a pony. I mean, I can't really play games with you or things like that, if you know what I... oh... oh... achoo!"
She sneezed and started fumbling for a napkin.
The little ball of light dimmed and flopped downward, somehow managing to look depressed. Then, suddenly, it grew a little brighter almost like someone who has just had an idea.
Quietly, while Gib was busy sneezing, the ball floated to the open window and out, toward the forest path that led to the town.
[[We have some plans... I'm waiting for Jewel to post next...
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Gib was sorely disappointed. And Tramp, too. Shouldn't he have been here somewhere? Really, it was ridiculous! Here she was all alone, ill, and neither of the handsome mercenaries had even bothered to tell her where they'd gone to.
She rearranged the flower pot, the table cloth and the pile of napkins on the table yet again, her hooves moving jerkily the whole way. Oh, dear. What ever would she do? She was well supplied for, of course, by her own garden, and she had just recently even got herself some baking stuff from the grocery store, but now she was too tired to bake. And she desperately wanted something good to take her mind off this whole illness business.
Oh, where were those stallions?
She sighed as she bundled backward into the armchair. The cottage had become so quiet these days. Of course it had always been quiet, as she had been living alone for quite some time now, but now, after the two stallions were living with her, she noticed she was beginning to miss them when they weren't there. As though she was truly beginning to miss having company.
A small ball of warm golden glow, about the size of a marble, floated from within her rainbow hair and moved to buzz around her head. It pulsated a strange light, and Gib looked at it with her puffy eyes slightly gratefully.
"Thank you," she murmured, "but really, you're not a pony."
The light pulsated some more.
"I don't think so." Gib frowned. "At least, I don't suppose you can replace a pony. I mean, I can't really play games with you or things like that, if you know what I... oh... oh... achoo!"
She sneezed and started fumbling for a napkin.
The little ball of light dimmed and flopped downward, somehow managing to look depressed. Then, suddenly, it grew a little brighter almost like someone who has just had an idea.
Quietly, while Gib was busy sneezing, the ball floated to the open window and out, toward the forest path that led to the town.
[[We have some plans... I'm waiting for Jewel to post next...
]]