06-08-2020, 10:23 PM
The tall grasses tickled her belly as she marched proudly behind mama. Drear had no clue where they were going, but that didn't bother her much. Getting there was typically the more fun part anyhow.
Today she was pretending the Meadow grass was the northern sea and that every time the wind blew, the waves would churn and crash. But she wasn’t afraid, because she was a master of the water!
She’s about to zoom another circle around her mother when a flash of red brings her to a skidding stop. It’s a red flower, looking almost glittery in the right light when she titled her head just so. Gingerly, she dares a sniff. The scent is lovely but it tickles her nose and there’s not a chance to stop the sneeze that sends the sparkling dust into a plume about her. Sniffling, she studies it again.
It was so pretty.
She wondered if it tasted as pretty as it looked.
With a muted <i>pluck</i> the girl chomped the flower from its stem, vigorously chewing. The taste started out as pleasant as she could’ve ever dreamt and, contented, she smiled. But then something went wrong. Very, very, very wrong. The sweetness turned bitter and the happy smile of hers soured and shriveled to a frown.
With as much gusto as she could muster she spat it out, shaking her head hard enough to collapse her rump beneath her and into an awkward sitting position.
A short distance ahead, Breckin stopped and turned, having realized the tiny foot steps didn't sound as close as they ought to be. <b> “Drear...?” </b> her voice trails off as her mouth hangs slightly ajar, shooting a baffled look at the wide-eyed Starr of her daughter. <b> “How did you get all of those flowers in your mane?”</b>
OOC: Drear is claiming Flowers please and thank you!
Today she was pretending the Meadow grass was the northern sea and that every time the wind blew, the waves would churn and crash. But she wasn’t afraid, because she was a master of the water!
She’s about to zoom another circle around her mother when a flash of red brings her to a skidding stop. It’s a red flower, looking almost glittery in the right light when she titled her head just so. Gingerly, she dares a sniff. The scent is lovely but it tickles her nose and there’s not a chance to stop the sneeze that sends the sparkling dust into a plume about her. Sniffling, she studies it again.
It was so pretty.
She wondered if it tasted as pretty as it looked.
With a muted <i>pluck</i> the girl chomped the flower from its stem, vigorously chewing. The taste started out as pleasant as she could’ve ever dreamt and, contented, she smiled. But then something went wrong. Very, very, very wrong. The sweetness turned bitter and the happy smile of hers soured and shriveled to a frown.
With as much gusto as she could muster she spat it out, shaking her head hard enough to collapse her rump beneath her and into an awkward sitting position.
A short distance ahead, Breckin stopped and turned, having realized the tiny foot steps didn't sound as close as they ought to be. <b> “Drear...?” </b> her voice trails off as her mouth hangs slightly ajar, shooting a baffled look at the wide-eyed Starr of her daughter. <b> “How did you get all of those flowers in your mane?”</b>
OOC: Drear is claiming Flowers please and thank you!