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Post by Shadoweaver on Jun 15, 2005 18:46:13 GMT -5
Shadoweaver walked into the Inn, nodding to the few scattered patrons that were there. She glanced over her shoulder at Meera, then ducked into the kitchen.
Here was the second, private stairwell that led up past the rooms on the second floor to her own quarters up on the third floor. She grabbed a basket of fresh rolls (Shadow had a weakness for bread) and offered Meera one as she started up the stairs.
When they reached the top, Shadoweaver surveyed her home with no small touch of pride. "Here we go." The Inn was a large building, and she had the entire third floor. The stairs led up into a living room cheerfully cluttered with oddments, bric-a-brac, and countless books. Everything was in comforting shades of green and brown, with many subtle leafy patterns. There was an overstuffed couch, a rocking chair snugged up next to a huge stone fireplace on their right, and several bean bag chairs. Visible over a half-wall to their left was the kitchen and small dining room. There was also the hallway, leading to her own bedroom and office, the two guest rooms, and a large and luxurious bathroom. Shadoweaver thought with amusement that Meera could probably just about swim in the tub.
"Bedrooms that way," Shadoweaver said warmly, turning to smile at Meera. "We can poke those now or later, up to you. There's two I'm not using for anything really, so you can pick one...and I won't constrain you to my decorating style, so no worries about that."
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Post by WingSong on Jul 3, 2005 20:22:28 GMT -5
The baby flutter followed Shadow upstairs, taking the roll but simply holding it, forgetting about it almost entirely as she looked around the older flutter's home. My home now, she reminded herself. The color scheme made Meera think of a forest - and the feeling of being outdoors seemed to make the room more homey to the filly.
The place was rather big to begin with, but from Meera's perspective it seemed like she'd moved into a mansion. She couldn't believe where she'd ended up, and knew that if she'd been told about all this earlier in the day she'd never have imagined being adopted into such an environment. Still, there was a guilty feeling lurking in the back of her mind - what about all the other foals? This town seemed to have more little ponies up for adoption than anywhere else she'd ever been. And would Shadoweaver later come to regret adopting her? What then?
"Bedrooms that way. We can poke those up now or later, up to you. There's two I'm not using for anything really, so you can pick one...and I won't constrain you to my decorating style, so no worries about that."
"Thanks", Meera said shyly, feeling out-of-place and knowing that saying simply that wasn't nearly enough. "Um, can I just take a minute to look around, if that's alright?"
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Post by Shadoweaver on Jul 4, 2005 4:19:57 GMT -5
Shadoweaver sprawled gracelessly in one of the bean bag chairs. "Go right on ahead." She munched happily on a roll, tucking away three or four of them in a matter of minuites.
The flutter mare tilted her head slightly and regarded Meera out of the corner of one eye. She wished she had some of Rainbow Dash's empathy right now, or something of the sort. Oh well...the filly would settle in time. And time she would have, for Shadoweaver was going to stick with this if it killed her.
Part of her wished to give every orphaned foal a home but well...it just wasn't possible. She knew full well that she only had the tolerance to handle two children at once, if that. It just wasn't in her to mother a whole horde of 'em, she had a temper that was too short and violent when roused...and a desire for order and control too strong to handle the sort of chaos many children brought. Ah, but Meera...Meera, she was drawn to.
Maybe Tyr would take in some of the others.
I think NOT, child!
Shadoweaver's eyes glinted in supressed amusement. No need to get her girl thinking she was crazy already, laughing to things no one else heard...time enough for that later.
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Post by WingSong on Jul 4, 2005 15:36:31 GMT -5
Meera started to walk slowly through the house, taking in everything and feeling more and more glad that she'd be living in it. The filly paused when she came to the bathroom, fluttering several inches off the floor to see over the edge of the tub. Whoa...
Then she was hit by a sudden thought and, still absentmindedly letting her wings carry her, went back into the first room where she had last seen Shadow.
"Um", she started, to get the mare's attention, "what should I call you?"
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Post by Shadoweaver on Jul 4, 2005 19:45:19 GMT -5
Shadoweaver tilted her head slightly. "Whatever you feel comfortable with, really. Though it you start calling me mom, it might take awhile before I stop looking around for who you're talking to." She gave Meera one of her rare smiles, then reached for yet another roll. What coffee was for some ponies, bread was for Shadow.
She pondered telling Meera about the rest of her family, but she wasn't sure if she should even mention them yet. One step at a time, perhaps...
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Post by WingSong on Jul 7, 2005 20:05:19 GMT -5
The flutter dropped to the floor much clumsier than was usual for her. What would she feel comfortable calling her new mom? She didn't really feel right about "mom". It just seemed odd to her. But wouldn't calling her by her real name be disrespectful? It'll have to do.
"Can I just call you Shadow?", Meera asked at last, still feeling, despite what Shadow had said, that she had to ask about such things. She meanwhile noticed that the adult flutter had gone through a lot of bread, and wondered if she was like that about all foods. Probably not - Shadow wasn't overweight or anything. It must just be bread - kinda like a bird. But she's a flutter pony, so I guess that would kinda make sense. Maybe I'd like it more if I had it more often. It was then that the filly noticed she was still holding the roll from when she first came in, and started to nibble on the edge of it.
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Post by Shadoweaver on Jul 8, 2005 1:31:55 GMT -5
"That works." Shadoweaver carefully brushed away all the breadcrumbs. She actually wanted to eat some more of the rolls--oh, fresh bread!--but sooner or later she'd need real food. Speaking of food, what on earth were they doing for dinner? Bah. She needed to find herself a nice stallion who could cook. She did all the cooking for the Inn and that was more than enough for her. In the meantime, pizza would do, wouldn't it?
Shadoweaver sprawled across her beanbag chair, eyes half closed. She wanted to pounce on the topic of Meera's magic, but perhaps that should wait, too. Soon...but certianly not now.
"Bread," she said conversationally as she watched Meera nibble the roll, "Is a weakness of mine. As is pasta. I adore pasta..." The young mare...purred? Yes, that was a purr. "What are some of your favorite foods?"
(OOC: *laughs softly* Her eating habits are mine...mm...bread and pasta! But _I_ have a man who can cook...and who also likes pasta. hehehehehe....screw healthy diets, bring on the carbs!)
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Post by WingSong on Jul 15, 2005 15:10:49 GMT -5
((I just eat whatever tastes good, since I'm underweight anyway. It's funny cause I think I'm pigging out and find out that I've lost weight. Must be cause I have a small appetite.)) "Well, I don't really have any favorites", Meera said after a minute of thought. "I do like fresh fruit a lot though. You know - berries and stuff." The filly was just talking to avoid an awkward silence, but was thinking all the while. Then she realized that she hadn't seen any hint of another pony around, and before she could realize that it might be an awkward question blurted out, "Are you married?"
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Post by Shadoweaver on Jul 16, 2005 4:46:17 GMT -5
((Yeah, I'm underweight too, no matter what I eat. *shrugs*))
"Most fruit hates me, so I've not got much other'n apples and grapes here..but we've got plenty downstairs for the Inn. I'll bring some up later." Of course, she thought to herself, apples tried to kill her too...but what was a silly sllergic reaction to the taste of a chilled green apple?
Shadoweaver was jolted out of her nonsensical reverie by Meera's question. "No," she said quietly. "I am not. 'Fraid it's just you and me, kiddo." She smiled slightly, wistful but not sad. Sooner or later...
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Post by WingSong on Aug 16, 2005 13:52:31 GMT -5
Meera stared awkwardly at the floor for a minute, afraid that she'd struck a nerve. "I'm sorry", she said after a while.
((Uggh, I haven't been able to rp as her for a while. Maybe we should jump, huh?))
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