06-28-2018, 12:37 PM
Her perspective on the world was beginning to change, both metaphorically and literally, but more so the latter in her present state. Apparently the placement of her hooves had been misjudged and unfortunately for Breckin had been placed entirely too close together. When Ilma had shifted to move towards the glittering fellow, the spotted mare had, for whatever reason, thought that she had to move as well to allow her the space. As her body weight shifted, her lean was entirely too overshot and through dark eyes she watched as the horizon slowly began to tilt. Lady Luck must’ve been on her side, because by some miracle she managed to find enough quickly fleeing self control to regain her footing. Keeping her new stance probably over exaggeratedly wide, and her eyes becoming a little more wild, she looked over to where Ilma and Sparkles now stood. They had said something to her, she knew she should probably say something back, but just existing right now was becoming increasingly harder. The hell is happening to me?, she muses.
“Ilma, are you asking me to watch you make babies?”, she manages to blurt out with an intermingling of disgust and humor. Rightly she knew that that wasn’t what the pale woman was implying at all, at least she seriously hoped not, but the hilarity of the idea was enough to elicit a girlish giggle. She was beginning to find everything hysterically amusing.
“Eh, I’m aight.” she replies with a subtle shrug of her dotted shoulder in response to the both of them complimenting her appearance. “But thank you,” she quickly adds, suddenly remembering her manners. She may have been intoxicated, but she was still going to be a classy broad, dammit.
Breckin hadn’t noticed at first that the other stallion had remained in the shallows of the river until his ebony and ivory body catches her attention. Suddenly concerned for his well being, she makes her way down the opposite embankment, and rather inelegantly it should be noted, coming to a stop just as the water kissed her worn hooves.
“Ey guy, did you know that...” she pauses, momentarily forgetting what she was doing, “you’re gettin wet?” She giggles again, realizing that her words were somehow losing letters.
@[Ilma] @[Sunblaze] @[Chemdog]
“Ilma, are you asking me to watch you make babies?”, she manages to blurt out with an intermingling of disgust and humor. Rightly she knew that that wasn’t what the pale woman was implying at all, at least she seriously hoped not, but the hilarity of the idea was enough to elicit a girlish giggle. She was beginning to find everything hysterically amusing.
“Eh, I’m aight.” she replies with a subtle shrug of her dotted shoulder in response to the both of them complimenting her appearance. “But thank you,” she quickly adds, suddenly remembering her manners. She may have been intoxicated, but she was still going to be a classy broad, dammit.
Breckin hadn’t noticed at first that the other stallion had remained in the shallows of the river until his ebony and ivory body catches her attention. Suddenly concerned for his well being, she makes her way down the opposite embankment, and rather inelegantly it should be noted, coming to a stop just as the water kissed her worn hooves.
“Ey guy, did you know that...” she pauses, momentarily forgetting what she was doing, “you’re gettin wet?” She giggles again, realizing that her words were somehow losing letters.
@[Ilma] @[Sunblaze] @[Chemdog]