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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:55 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) She'd always been a bit of a whirlwind in among her troupe -- she loved the stage, she loved the praise and attention, dancing for her audiences, and the pride in her parent's eyes. She didn't mind the looks of envy or jealousy she sometimes got, either, and often took it as her due.
Yes, she was vain, and proud, and perhaps more than a little full of herself -- most of the time.
But right now, she did not feel herself.
She woke in the mornings feeling woozy, and the mere sight some of the foods that she'd loved, even as a filly, now made her want to wretch in disgust.
Part of her thinks perhaps she's just ill, she'll get over it soon, certainly -- and though some of her extended family have shown some concern at her lack of spirit and energy lately, she's waved them off.
Now she wanders away from the hub of her home, for some fresh air, and some time away from the prying, curious, eyes of the others. She thinks of the buck she'd met not so long ago...
It was only that one time, though, she thinks. Surely, not...?
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 9:51 pm
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As Cinder let her thoughts wander, she finally settled down on a relatively soft patch of grass, nibbling at a few dandelions nearby that she'd suddenly had a craving for.
The sound of movement nearby catches her attention, though, and she feels a vague sense of annoyance, thinking one of her siblings must have followed her -- and is just about to snap at them to leave her be when she sees the stag approaching her (who certainly is not related to her).
"Ahh..." Her annoyance dies away into curiosity, and a bit of confusion. There's something niggling at her, at the back of her brain, and she does her best to swat it away, but it persists like the buzz of a mosquito.
She thinks of the handsome buck she'd met not so long ago, and grimaces a little, though she can't seem to look away from the stag in front of her.
The buzzing in her brain becomes louder, and her heart jumps a little as her mouth goes dry, along with her craving for dandelions.
"I suppose.... you're not just here to look for directions, are you?" She asks, almost hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:26 pm
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Ruriska Yay thanks for the blessing! biggrin
"Oh..." Cinder seemed a little surprised, but maybe not as much as another might have been. After all, it wouldn't be her first time coming across a legendary with Rouge among their number. Even so, the confirmation of her pregnancy is... strange. There's a flutter of excitement mixed in with the nerves.
"Thank you," she manages, finally, and gives him a slight smile. Not the full, blinding, smile of the stage, but something smaller, and more private -- something genuine.
She still felt nervous, of course -- any new mother would be -- but the stag was right. Her troupe would support her, and her children. As nosy as some of them could be, she knew they cared.
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