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silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi/argo/offy/australis/isle/all/any - Maribel - 05-11-2016 i was born in the arms of imaginary friends, free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been. Her shadow had grown long and thin in the setting sun, much like her own form while the golden girl lived in the Tundra. She had seen a months time pass. The hours ticked away like grains in a hourglass as she frolicked and danced under the watchful eyes of her loving mother and father. The girl child was sprouting beautifully. The spindly legs finally slowing so the torso may fill, the neck becoming slender and her features refining. The platinum shock of hair growing out and silky but the joy and innocence of days passed still echoed in the pale blue depths of her eyes. The year and an half-ling moves through the stubby sprouts of grass. She watches, day dreaming, as she moves absentmindedly. Her brothers and sister had to be around somewhere. A soft call follows the wonderment that she had conjured...the tones having matured to the softest soprano. Lobes flicker and she pauses to listen for a response. Perhaps even another could meet her voice, perhaps a face she has yet to meet. The thin form slender mare-child moves again with the encouragement of the chilled breeze towards where she would expect to find other equines. »« (its short XD but this is a new phase for her! much excite! <3 ) RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi/argo/offy/australis/isle/all/any - Lieschel - 05-11-2016 Lieschel That awkward moment when you're laughing so hard but no noise comes out so you sit there clapping like a retarded seal. RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi/argo/offy/australis/isle/all/any - Maribel - 05-23-2016 i was born in the arms of imaginary friends, free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been. The shock of her black coat against the black of the setting sun reflects a shadow much like the palomino youth's and judging by the rickety but stealthy juts does Mari determine to to be her little sister, sweet Lissy (as she liked to call her when she was younger). Mari pretends to not notice and faces away, suddenly entranced with a drunken floating butterfly. The audible 'rawr!' catches her anticipated lobes but the mare-child jumps out of sheer thrill to entertain her little sister. "Lieschel!" Maribel pretends to scold, features furrowed and lips pursed before the storminess of her facade roll off like thunder clouds clearing after a storm. "Little sister, you have startled me!" The honey muzzle dips to nuzzle the ebony cheek, blowing warm air against her forelock and giving it a little tug. "Where is mama and daddy?" Though Maribel is a year and half, she still prefers to call her parents the name she had given them when they had first brought the buttermilk bundle home. Pale blue eyes look from beneath the shock of platinum tresses as she watches the little girl with a soft, warm smile. »« @[Lieschel] RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi/argo/offy/australis/isle/all/any - Lieschel - 05-24-2016 Lieschel That awkward moment when you're laughing so hard but no noise comes out so you sit there clapping like a retarded seal. RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi/argo/offy/australis/isle/all/any - Maribel - 06-16-2016 i was born in the arms of imaginary friends, free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been. Mari giggles when her sister's lip nibble her chest. The taller girl lips her sister's mane, wuffling it playfully. Her heart bursts for her affections for her sister. The smaller girl was her world, her bright lights. One of the greatest gifts to be bestowed upon Beqanna. In fact, Beqanna didn't deserve the sweet innocence of the child. "Just looking at the clouds and horse watching. There's always new faces here." Her vice is softening, dreamy. "Sometimes I wonder what's beyond the ice wall." Her light blue eyes shift around them before looking back to the younger girl. "How about we play...TAG!" The long limbed mare-child pounces with a light nudge to her sister's shoulder before leaping off with a laugh over her shoulder. »« @[Lieschel] |