Baby Finders Keepers at Work
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Post by Baby Finders Keepers at Work on Aug 25, 2005 1:18:35 GMT -5
"Foals today... my two would never do anything like that, never in my lifetime," she muttered bitterly, shaking her head and swishing her tail in an agitated manner. "Jumping into a rose bush like that... goodness! Oh, those poor roses!"
Her lamenting continued as she stared, obviously not about to lend a hoof in helping to get the ensnared foal out.
"Won't somebody do something? Oh, what will I do for tonight?" Her gaze skimmed the room, looking at the other flowers. "Oh, nothing is as lovely as those roses were..."
Nile looked about for an assistant, still woefully moaning about how her dinner party had been spoiled already due to the lack of roses, muttering about foals and bad behaviour....
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Post by Crescent on Aug 25, 2005 1:55:17 GMT -5
Gibberish was distraught now between helping the foal and the new mare. She looked at Nile.
"Oh, I... I can help," she said suddenly, realising that she actually could. "I grow plants. I mean, all kinds of plants. Flowers, too. Roses, I mean." She smiled a bit nervously. "If you... if you come by my house, I could... I could give you some. As many as you need."
She spoke in a slightly jagged way, the way she used to when she got very nervous.
Mookie, for his part, looked down, tears swelling in his eyes, trying to disentangle himself from the roses. He could sense the other lady didn't like him, even if he didn't quite understand her words, being so young.
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Post by WingSong on Aug 25, 2005 13:46:53 GMT -5
((Yeah, Nile's so cute. ))
Wing Song hurried after Mookie, pausing for a moment when she saw a familiar face. "Oh, hello G-" Her greeting, however, was interrupted by a horrified gasp.
The mare stepped from side to side of the plant, in a state of total panic. "Oh dear, oh dear! It'll be all right Mookie! It's okay - don't squirm around! Oh, speak to me, Mookie!" Her stream of jittery words only paused to send a vicious glare in Nile's direction, but she was soon flitting about uselessly near Mookie again.
Seeing Gib in conversation with another mare, she turned to Citrus. "Oh, do you work here?", she asked hopefully. "Could you help me get him out?"
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Post by finderskeepers on Aug 26, 2005 13:39:31 GMT -5
"Oh?" Nile peered at Gibberish, though exactly what she was thinking remained unclear through her expression. "I do suppose you'll have all sorts of roses? Pink would be darling, though white and red are so classic - and then yellow are just wonderful! Although I do suppose yellow would clash somewhat dreadfully with the set-up I've decided on for tonight... And I do take it that your roses are up to the standard of those that this foal has just helped to destroy? I do love a big, full bloom with a delicious scent..."
Her gaze was cast back over the foal in his predicament. While her words about the foal weren't nasty as such, and she didn't quite dislike him, it was more than obvious that she didn't approve of his behaviour, not one bit, no matter how young he was.
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Post by Crescent on Aug 27, 2005 3:01:13 GMT -5
Mookie was happy that Wing Song was there, hovering about him, and he looked at her with tears in his eyes.
"Spike-hurt," he said miserably, and then, to top his miserable state, he sneezed loudly and felt his nose itching. A tear dropped on the roses.
Gibberish glanced at the foal and then back to Nile, still undecided on how she should behave in this situation. Her tail was wagging jerkily from side to said nervously.
"Oh... oh, sure," she said to Nile, flashing a nervous smile. "I... I have all kinds of roses. We can... we can go see... oh, Wing Song, can you get him out of there?"
Her eyes had a concerned look.
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Post by finderskeeperswork on Aug 28, 2005 7:46:30 GMT -5
Nile wrinked her nose. "Well, naturally the spikes will hurt," she said, peering down her nose at the foal with a dissatisfied expression on her face. "I'm so glad to hear you can help me, Gibberish," she says with a slightly warmer tone in her voice to the nervous mare. "I do so love roses. They're such regal, elegant flowers." Rather like herself.
The mare peers around the shop, trying to catch the attention of an assistant. "Goodness, is there no-one in here to help get that foal out of there before he does even more damage? Who does he belong to?"
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Post by finderskeepers on Sept 10, 2005 5:50:45 GMT -5
Nile Breeze surveyed the situation and sighed, obviously no longer interested in the foal's welfare - not that it seemed she ever was in the first place anyway.
Sighing softly, she looked at Gibberish, her purple gaze steady. "If you'd like to sell me those roses still, just bring them across to my house. It's in the outskirts, large, a beautiful garden out front, a lovely white front with this absolutely adorable fountain in front of the door. It's hard to miss, really. Someone will be there to pay you for them."
And with a swish of her tail and a flick of her mane, Nile Breeze snorted softly, turning to walk elegantly towards the doors onto the main street.
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Post by Crescent on Sept 12, 2005 6:21:59 GMT -5
Gib looked after Nile, who was obviously leaving, and then back at the other new pony she had just met, and at Mookie, and at Wing Song, and felt herself so confused that she couldn't do anything for a moment. Then she shook herself, the need to help the foal overriding her want of making friends with Nile, so she called out a brief goodbye to her while turning to Mookie, and starting to untangle him from the bush, very carefully.
[[I'll have Gib drop by Nile's place later with the flowers if you like, finders ^-^]]
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Post by WingSong on Sept 12, 2005 22:01:54 GMT -5
Wing Song looked down at Mookie, and at Gib. She was still too nervous to be of much help, and simply gave a little trot in place before moving in closer to hover over the rose bush with "her foal" in it.
"Do you think you can get him out?", she asked, simply for the sake of asking something to reassure herself.
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Post by Crescent on Sept 18, 2005 3:29:10 GMT -5
Gibberish rolled her eyes at Wing Song's helplessness at that point. Well, she had seen worse things than a foal stuck into a rose bush, and suddenly felt herself bursting with energy.
"Well, he's hurt himself rather badly," she said as she tried to sort out his mane from the bush. Mookie, tears in his eyes, sniffled loudly. His hair was tangled into the spiked bushes so bad that there was no way to get them loose without tearing half of his hair off. After one more try, during which Mookie cried out as it hurt so much, she stepped back and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid we have to cut him loose."
She went for the gardening scissors on a nearby shelf and brought them to the bush. Mookie's eyes went wide when she saw the scissors and he screamed loudly.
"Not my feet!" he cried and then started bwaaing.
"No, no, good heavens!" Gibberish said quickly and reached out to caress the foal gently on his cheek. "Your hair, my dear. I'm afraid we have to cut your mane and tail short. But don't worry, they will grow back."
Mookie stopped crying but looked at Wing Song and Gibberish in turns, quite frightened in any case. Skilfully, Gibberish started to cut him loose. After some snipping here and there she looked at the result, a satisfied look on her face. She was quite able gardener, after all.
"There now," she said. "Now we'll just lift him off. Will you help from his legs and I'll handle the head side?" She was looking at Wing Song.
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