06-24-2021, 07:38 PM
As far as favourite spots went, the forest wasn’t somewhere Laurelin particularly favoured. He preferred to either be by water, so that someone could appreciate how nice he looked next to it (and so he could catch his reflection every now and then), or in the open - so someone could appreciate how nice he looked without any obstruction. For the most part, he did not venture very far from the river or meadow.
For some reason, today he tries something different.
He has a vision that in the heart of the Forest, his blue glow will be a beacon of hope to someone. Perhaps even a pretty someone, a wayward prince or princess who is lost and seeking something, anything, to show them the way out of the den of monsters they’ve found themselves in. He will not fight those monsters - oh no - but he can walk around and look pretty and maybe that will be inspiration enough for the prince or princess to slay their own monsters for once.
What he’s not expecting, as he walks around and waits to be noticed, is for a mewling noise to interrupt the silence and really just ruin the whole entire mood of what he has planned.
Laurelin follows the sound, and finds a mare - now we’re getting a little closer to what should be happening - but she’s looking at something and that seems to be where the noise is coming from. With a huff, the blue stallion steps forward and asks in an annoyed voice: “What is that racket?”
For some reason, today he tries something different.
He has a vision that in the heart of the Forest, his blue glow will be a beacon of hope to someone. Perhaps even a pretty someone, a wayward prince or princess who is lost and seeking something, anything, to show them the way out of the den of monsters they’ve found themselves in. He will not fight those monsters - oh no - but he can walk around and look pretty and maybe that will be inspiration enough for the prince or princess to slay their own monsters for once.
What he’s not expecting, as he walks around and waits to be noticed, is for a mewling noise to interrupt the silence and really just ruin the whole entire mood of what he has planned.
Laurelin follows the sound, and finds a mare - now we’re getting a little closer to what should be happening - but she’s looking at something and that seems to be where the noise is coming from. With a huff, the blue stallion steps forward and asks in an annoyed voice: “What is that racket?”
LAURELIN
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