Emberly
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Em the Chat Nazi. Fear me.
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Post by Emberly on Aug 5, 2004 12:12:25 GMT -5
"There should be nothing to be uneasy about." The pink mare reassured Wysteria, "I did come her for a reason." Calliope turned her head to the purple mare tilting her head slightly, debating even. She could feel, honestly and truly the purple mare would be a terrific mage... but would she accept? A slow sigh excaped the parched throat of the hot mare, making her look away from Wysteria.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 5, 2004 12:20:23 GMT -5
Wysteria's ears flipped up at the sounds of the parched throat of her company. Oh, where are my manors? Even on sweltering days I'm sure even gods must be suffering.
Forgetting about her sorrow for just a moment, the artistic mare opened the cooler for Calliope in offering. "There's not much left, but it's a minor comfort in this heat," she spoke softly.
She placed the one she picked up in her mouth, a tiny smile on her lips. Ummm......Strawberry kiwi.... It made her feel a little calmer, and perhaps a smidgen better.
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Emberly
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Em the Chat Nazi. Fear me.
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Post by Emberly on Aug 5, 2004 12:43:22 GMT -5
Calliope eyed the mare before easing one of the last popsicles from the cooler, and stared at the white wrapper. Tearing it off carefully she noticed that the paper stuck to her hoof, with the sticky sugary juice from the contents. Picking off the wrapper she sat one heavily sticky hoof onto the grass. The goddess took one awkward lick from the purple Popsicle and noticed a grapey flavor. Tasty... "Wysteria... May I ask you some-" lifting the sticky hoof to transfer the cold dripping popsicle to the other now sticky hoof. Thick tuffs of grass stuck all over. Sitting down the popsicle on its wrapper. Standing up she sighed. "Oh my. I'm all sticky now." She frowned sitting again. "I saw a beach somewhere around here. Would you like to join me?" Calliope smiled, unknowing that one sticky Popsicle stick was stuck in her tail.
(OOC: ^____________^)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 5, 2004 12:51:04 GMT -5
Wysteria noticed the wooden stick write away, her face constricting into a 'ooooh' wincing look. Automatically she knew from many childhood experiences that were well beyond a pain. Water was certainly going to be Calliope's best friend at the moment.
"Oh," she fretted, standing up to look at the damage all the stickiness could do, "And such pretty hair for it to get stuck in--we need to get this out." All thoughts and worries of Silver Shadow seemed to slip away under her momentary concern for the other mare. "I, sure, let me get my things," she answered without thought, turning abruptly for her cooler. And following Calliope on the way down, picking up the discarded sketchbook on the way.
(con. at beach. Em, you post first, cause I said so, lol.)
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Emberly
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Em the Chat Nazi. Fear me.
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Post by Emberly on Aug 6, 2004 21:00:08 GMT -5
Calliope started down the hill, and began to find herself going down fast than she would have liked. As her four hooves halt on the level ground at the base of the hill, she noticed Wysteria had stopped to pick up the discarded sketchbook. That said, Wysteria was a reasonable distance behind Calliope. The sugary colored mare's mouth opened softly, as to speak to Wy, when... *** The small, white filly was slowly slipping down the hill. Watching the purple and pink mares trot down the decline made her apt to follow. Lifting one foot, she fell forward and twirling and tumbling downwards. Then, BAM, the foal found herself tumbling into the purple mare. (OOC: ^_~)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 6, 2004 21:23:36 GMT -5
The sudden burst of force behind her sent Wysteria plummeting forward. Her legs lifted off the ground as her body tumbled over itself, and she began to roll down the hill as a big purple, white, and pink blur. Her shaky, and now grass-covered body came to a halt at Calliope's hooves.
Dizzily, Wysteria lifted her head up, staring at the pink goddess unfocused. I'm seeing doubles... Woozily, she asked, "What hit me?"
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Emberly
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Post by Emberly on Aug 6, 2004 21:42:52 GMT -5
"Oh no" Calliope finally broke her speechless period as Wysteria landed at her hoofs. "Uh, uh....uh..." Suddenly, the white filly who had tumbled down with Wysteria broke out in sobs. She lay on her stomach, eyes clinched tightly and her matted locks hung over her eyes. \ "I...I...I.." Calliope stood shocked, not knowing what to do.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 6, 2004 22:08:31 GMT -5
Wystria looked at her nose cross eyed, still trying to steady her head. Finally after a sneeze and a shake of the head was she brought back to normal.
The sudden sobs made the mare's head snap in alarm. She'd been around Trinket long enough to know and recognize the wails of a young one. And not surprisingly to Wysteria, she was right.
Completely unaware of Calliope's reaction, as she was pushed from her attention with this new surprise, Wysteria instantly came to her rescue. She took to the foal naturally, picking her up gently so that they were eye level. "Come now, little one. Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?"
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Emberly
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Post by Emberly on Aug 6, 2004 22:21:05 GMT -5
One of the foals amber eyes, like a big pool opened, looking at Wysteria. Her wet tearstained face was dirty, and the small child was shaking in the arms of the mare. Two small slyables slipped from the mouth of the white filly. "Dun...no...."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 6, 2004 22:30:02 GMT -5
Wysteria surveyed the top of the foal's head carefully twice over. No concussions or bruises...it seems She lifted her up higher above her head to make sure her body seemed all right. No bruises or broken bones either.
Her concerned face brightened, any fears or worries about herself and prior problems faded far from her mind. All that she was focused on was this foal's well being. "You seem to be fine," Wysteria said reassuringly, and kissed her forehead, "But just in case, a kiss to be better, little one."
With that settled, she held onto Honey closer to her body and let her green eyes search out for any sign of parents. When none was found, she first turned to Calliope with concern, than asked the young one where her parents were.
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Emberly
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Em the Chat Nazi. Fear me.
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Post by Emberly on Aug 6, 2004 22:40:33 GMT -5
Smiling, and with a sniff, Honey stopped crying. The purple mare was comforting to the young one. ** Touched by the motherly actions taken by Wysteria, Calliope sighed. She wasn't good with foals. But the, the purple mare looked towards her. Calliope looked uneasy and looked away. ** The foals eyes went wide again. Like sprinklers, she began to sob. Muttering softly came the word, "Da-a-aisy."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 6, 2004 23:10:00 GMT -5
"Daisy? Is that your mom?," she asked calmly to her. Wysteria couldn't recall any Daisy's in Ponyville, aside Daisy Jo. But that particular mare hadn't been around in ages.
(sorry, short, but bro is half forcing me off)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 22, 2004 18:10:12 GMT -5
(ooc: Emberly, I am tired of waiting. This is the second time that you've droped off the planet and have left Wysteria dormant. I'm growing quite sick of this. I have sent you emails, and you haven't replied in 3 weeks. If you aren't responding in a few days, consider Wysteria as Brigid's mage.)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 23, 2004 19:24:41 GMT -5
Wysteria gently handed the flabergasted goddess the baby pony in her hooves. She silently picked up her popcycle filled cooler, her sketchbook, and walked briskly away, tears forming in her eyes again.
(ooc: sorry Em, I wasn't going to let Wysteria go dorment. She's a Hasbro after all, and I just can't do it.
con at beach)
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