09-14-2015, 11:10 PM
She’s sooooo bored.
It feels like the Gates are getting quieter and quieter with each passing day. The only person she’s talked to lately is Tioga and while she adores the girl, the dark mare doesn’t always make the best conversationalist. The Gates needs more people soon, and interesting people at that, or she’s going to start going mad.
And luckily on this particular morning, it appears that’s going to be postponed.
Sidra is marching about the Gates with a particular bored frustration when she hears the sound of multiple voices conversing. In the Gates that’s quite a rarity, and so her interest is immediately peaked.
She sets out to track down the source of the voices and within minutes comes upon the little gathering. She’s pleased to see that there are three horses, two of which she’s never even seen before - perhaps the Gates is finally gaining more members!
She breezes right into the middle of their little gathering, unable to keep a little prance from her step. “Hey Wichita!” She nods at the older mare, then moves right on to the two strangers. She pauses for a moment, appraising them. The flaxen chestnut is quite a bit older than herself and looks like he’s seen better days. As she watches, he appears to be right on the edge of sleep, which for all appearances, he seems to need. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. The tobiano however is far younger and brimming with energy and what she suspects is slightly nervous enthusiasm.
Excellent. Two more horses she can bother.
She grins at the both of them and reaches out to sniff them in turn, internalizing their scents and completely ignoring any personal boundaries they might have. “I’m Sidra, who’re you guys?”
It feels like the Gates are getting quieter and quieter with each passing day. The only person she’s talked to lately is Tioga and while she adores the girl, the dark mare doesn’t always make the best conversationalist. The Gates needs more people soon, and interesting people at that, or she’s going to start going mad.
And luckily on this particular morning, it appears that’s going to be postponed.
Sidra is marching about the Gates with a particular bored frustration when she hears the sound of multiple voices conversing. In the Gates that’s quite a rarity, and so her interest is immediately peaked.
She sets out to track down the source of the voices and within minutes comes upon the little gathering. She’s pleased to see that there are three horses, two of which she’s never even seen before - perhaps the Gates is finally gaining more members!
She breezes right into the middle of their little gathering, unable to keep a little prance from her step. “Hey Wichita!” She nods at the older mare, then moves right on to the two strangers. She pauses for a moment, appraising them. The flaxen chestnut is quite a bit older than herself and looks like he’s seen better days. As she watches, he appears to be right on the edge of sleep, which for all appearances, he seems to need. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. The tobiano however is far younger and brimming with energy and what she suspects is slightly nervous enthusiasm.
Excellent. Two more horses she can bother.
She grins at the both of them and reaches out to sniff them in turn, internalizing their scents and completely ignoring any personal boundaries they might have. “I’m Sidra, who’re you guys?”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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