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Post by Crescent on Mar 14, 2005 14:29:42 GMT -5
[[can the colour be anything, or was there a range of choices?]]
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Post by WingSong on Mar 14, 2005 15:11:12 GMT -5
((Hmm...let's say...any old thing. She just needs to spell it out when she flips the fortune teller thing aroung. I love those things - I bring a pad of post-its to school and fold origami!))
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Post by Crescent on Mar 15, 2005 4:27:25 GMT -5
Twilight smiled. She did not recall playing this game... or perhaps, some many many years ago... she could not tell anymore.
"All right," she said. "I'll pick red, and then one, and then three."
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Post by WingSong on Mar 15, 2005 16:17:09 GMT -5
Mesmira moved the flaps of the fortune teller around for the letters of "red", then once more, and lifted the flap with the number 3 on it. Then she focused hard on it as she paused with a hoof over it.
The filly held it up to Twilight to see, and the paper read, "If you are kind and considerate to those around you."
She smiled to herself - that was a fairly specific answer, after all.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 15, 2005 19:30:02 GMT -5
(Oh, my, now I feel positively ancient, lol.)
Razz's jaw had dropped down in amazement. What a cool little thing this was!
"I wanna ask! I wanna ask!" He was practically jumping up and down like a little foal. "Will I have pancakes today?"
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Post by WingSong on Mar 15, 2005 23:00:05 GMT -5
Meera looked at Razz like he was crazy for a moment. Oh well - he's cooler than most adults. "Sure. Pick a color, a number, and another number - one to four."
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Post by Crescent on Mar 16, 2005 9:09:17 GMT -5
Twilight smiled at the simple answer she had been given - well, it was most likely true enough. Then she couldn't help but give a little laugh to Razz's enthusiasm at the game. She thought the best ponies were those who still kept a fresh heart, no matter if they grew up.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 16, 2005 22:20:30 GMT -5
Razz gave it some very serious thought.
"Purple."
He scrunched up his nose.
"Seven."
And span around in a circle twice and stopped.
"Two!"
One for me and one for Kail. he thought.
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Post by WingSong on Mar 16, 2005 23:18:12 GMT -5
Meera flapped the fortune teller around 13 times - seven times for the seven and six times for the letters in "purple". Then she focused her attention on it for a moment - this time it had to be something real specific - something that boggles the mind.
The filly lifted the flap and held it to Razz to see, smirking ever-so-slightly. It read: "With syrup or butter, but not both."
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Post by silverfall on Mar 17, 2005 12:46:55 GMT -5
Razz's mouth formed a silent O and he nodded. With syrup or butter. Not both! Such a serious choice. Razz never had pancakes without syrup AND butter. How would he choose? It was evident by the look on his face that he'd be puzzling out this one for the rest of the day.
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Post by Crescent on Mar 17, 2005 14:13:54 GMT -5
Twilight smiled in a good-natured way to the obvious undecisiveness of Razz. She rather liked the stallion.
"A fun game, that," she said to the foal and then looked at Razz. She offered him a hoof, thinking it was a suitable moment to introduce herself. "I believe we haven't met before. I am Twilight. Are you in any way connected to the Nursery?"
[[herself, herself, God not himself! What is it with me and pronouns?]]
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Post by WingSong on Mar 17, 2005 14:25:21 GMT -5
Meera was a bit disappointed at how hard it was to confuse adults. Oh well - foals her age were far more easily mesmerized by something as simple as an enchanted fortune teller.
The filly looked up at the two older ponies, and then back and forth between the two for a bit. Ohhhhhh...
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Post by silverfall on Mar 18, 2005 10:12:29 GMT -5
Preoccupied by butter, it took Razz a second to respond.
"Um, oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'm Razzaroo. Razz, anyway." He took her hoof and shook it vigorously. "I'm one of the caretaker's here at the nursery. Can I help you?"
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Post by Crescent on Mar 18, 2005 12:53:14 GMT -5
Twilight smiled.
"Yes, I suppose you can," she said softly. "I am quite fond of foals, you see. I used to look after quite a few of them in my youth, in fact. I heard that there were orphans living here in the Nursery, and it occurred to me that I might be able to help somehow." She smiled and looked at Meera, bending over to nudge her in a friendly manner with her muzzle. "Perhaps keep an eye on the foals sometimes, or tell them stories..." She paused for a moment. "Or, perhaps, adopt one or two."
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Post by WingSong on Mar 18, 2005 13:37:17 GMT -5
Adopt?! Meera's heart lurched. Wow, this nice mare wa sgoing to adopt a foal?
But it wasn't fair to hope. She'd been without a real home for quite some time, but the other foals had been here for much longer than half of a morning.
It shouldn't have really made a difference, as she had probably been alone for the same amount of time(if not longer), but to Meera's foal logic it wouldn't be fair if she was adopted instead of another foal.
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