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Post by LNS on Jan 4, 2004 21:47:35 GMT -5
The light orange stallion smiled at Silence. How he had grown to care for that tiny white bundle. Though he still wasn't sure as to how it happened.
Having been lost in his own thoughts, Jol nodded in reply to Butterscotch's question. As the pair went outside, he wandered over to the living room window. With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he watched the pair playing in the snow.
"Looks like fun." Jol mused to himself.
How long had it been since he had played in the snow? He wasn't sure he could remember.
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Post by Stellaluna on Jan 20, 2004 21:03:54 GMT -5
(ooc: wow, no posts in a while, eh?)
Silence's sentitive ears twitched as he detached himself from his mommy's arm and looked over to the window. He saw the orange stallion and smiled brightly. Dad's so brave. I'll bet he wouldn't be afraid of the snow... Silence thought to himself. He gulped down his fear and walked back out onto the snow. It was such a strange new feeling to him, and it had him a bit uneasy. Eventually he got used to it and ploped himself down and started rolling around in it playfully.
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Post by LNS on Jan 20, 2004 23:13:31 GMT -5
Jol chuckled as he watched Silence playing in the snow.
"Ah to be young like that again. So innocent. So unaware of the pain others can cause."
Jol's mind was filled with images. Some pleasant, others painful. The one face he wanted to see more than anything wasn't there though. She was missing. She had been for almost a year now.
"Mother." Jol whispered out-loud.
How much he missed her. Especially now. Winter had been her favorite season. A season for rest and reflection she had called it. To him it was a season of torment and restlessness. There was no rest. There never would be. Not until the ones who had hurt her so deeply were laying underground. He would not forgive them. Not until they had suffered as she had.
Orange eyes filled with anger. Not wishing the only two he had cared anything for since Mimic's death to see him upset, Jol turned away from the window. He felt uneasy being here now. He shouldn't be happy. He had no right to be. The pale orange stallion's head dropped.
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Post by Victory on Jan 24, 2004 12:16:15 GMT -5
Butterscotch took a deep breath of cold, fresh air. "Ah, now this is much better... And I see you're having fun, too." She flopped down in the snow near Silence, giggling childishly at the soft-cold feeling. "Whew, that's freezing! Haven't done this in a while... Ha, Jol's probably laughing his head off at me. A full-grown mare belly-flopping into snowdrifts like a giddy filly." The mare spared a glance to the window, seeing Jol's orange form drooped. "Um... or maybe not." Butterscotch got up and crossed to the window, tapping the glass with a hoof. "What's wrong?" She mouthed to the stallion.
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Post by LNS on Jan 24, 2004 21:53:53 GMT -5
Hearing the tap on the window Jol turned around just in time to see Butterscotch mouth the words "What's wrong?"
Plastering a broad smile on his face, Jol mouthed back "Nothing. Just thinking about some things."
At least the 'thinking about some things' hadn't been a lie. He had been thinking about a few things. Or more precisely a few ponies.
Not wishing to dampen anyone else's spirits he turned from the window and headed outside to join the pair.
Grabbing a hoofful of snow, he quickly formed into a snowball. With a mischievous grin, he tossed the snowball at Butterscotch.
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Post by Stellaluna on Jan 25, 2004 1:22:44 GMT -5
Silence sat up as he saw his mommy leave his side. He didn’t understand what she was doing at the window and he tilted his head to one side in confusion. Soon Jol appeared on the front walk, throwing a snowball at Butterscotch. Silence’s white eyes shimmered with happiness to see they were both out and playing in the snow. He spread out his wings, which had grown a small bit since the fall, as his body did. He was no longer a hoof small, but up to their ankles, which was still smaller than an average foal. He flew over in slammed into the orange stallion’s side unpurposed, in a failed attempt to knock him over into the snow. “Oof.” The foal sounded as he landed on the ground after the impact.
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Post by Victory on Jan 25, 2004 15:57:20 GMT -5
Once Jol stepped outside, Butterscotch turned to pry further... and instead got a faceful of snow. Surprised, she landed square on her bottom. After taking a moment to shake the snow off her, the tawny-gold mare laughed. "Oh, you shouldn'tve done that, Jol... now I'll sic my attack colt on you! Go get 'im, boy!" She watched Silence doink off the stallion's side harmlessly, then grinned. "Or I'll just get you back myself." Butterscotch scooped up some snow and flung it haphazardly in Jol's general direction.
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Post by LNS on Jan 26, 2004 11:31:50 GMT -5
As Silence collided with his side, Jol went along with it. Falling to his side, he lay in the cold snow. Somehow it felt good. Like he was supposed to be there. Maybe he was.
Lifting his head, he glanced at Silence.
"Getting to be quite the big stallion aren't we." Jol commented with a wink.
Standing back up, he shook the dusting of white from his pale orange coat. As the snowball came towards him, he winked out. Reappearing behind Butterscotch he grinned.
"Boo!"
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Post by Victory on Jan 28, 2004 16:32:47 GMT -5
Butterscotch looked rather confused when Jol disappeared, and at the sudden exclimation behind her, the mare gave a startled yelp and wheeled around. "Jol! But... how... you were... Ooh, that's it!" She stamped her hoof and grinned playfully, then tried to tackle Jol and drag him into the snow.
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Post by LNS on Jan 28, 2004 17:30:04 GMT -5
Half tossing his head, Jol motioned to the horn atop his head, as to how he had disappeared. He said nothing just grinned at Butterscotch.
For the first time Jol laughed as he fell backwards into the snow. The unicorn couldn't remember every having laughed before. Not even when his mother had been alive.
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Post by Victory on Jan 29, 2004 18:05:29 GMT -5
The laughter was contagious, and Butterscotch couldn't help but giggle as she flung loose powder into the unicorn's face. She hadn't had this much fun in a while!
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Post by Stellaluna on Jan 30, 2004 13:14:20 GMT -5
Silence got up shaking the snow off his body. The snow blended in with his coat color so it appeared as if he were shedding. He stood proudly with his little wings spread as he heard Jol’s comment on him becoming a big stallion. Suddenly the orange stallion reappeared behind Butterscotch at the blink of an eye. At first this baffled Silence and he tilted his head to one side in confusion, but the contagious laughter was too hard to resist and soon it overtook him as well.
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Post by LNS on Feb 2, 2004 18:59:14 GMT -5
The chill of snow up his nose, caused Jol to snort. Shaking his head he tried to clear it of the little white invaders. The stallion sneezed. Rubbing his muzzle with a hoof, he was relieved to discover that the sneeze had disposed of any snow that had been up his nose.
Pushing the snow around, he appeared to be gathering it. Mounding the snow, it soon formed a large lumpish half circle. Jol had made his first snow fort. Now what to do with it?
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Post by Stellaluna on Feb 2, 2004 20:25:11 GMT -5
Silence plopped down into the snow and rolled around in it giggling from Jol's display of sneezes. He sat up and watched the stallion attentively, then focus on the pile of white fluff in front of him and attempted to do the same. His finished product looked hardly alike to the orange pony’s. He was having difficult time packing the snow into shape with his tiny little hooves. Why doesn’t mine look like that? He thought to himself, as his ears and wings drooped with disappointment. He looked up to Butterscotch with his pleading white eyes, hoping she would help him.
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Post by LNS on Feb 2, 2004 20:58:54 GMT -5
Jol noticed Silence's disappointed look.
Lowering his voice to a whisper, the stallion admitted, "I couldn't make anything half that well when I was your age."
The unicorn began to make snowballs, stacking them in a pile, inside the would be fort.
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