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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:27 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:38 am
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[[ Oh gosh yes they do and they are! <333 Hush will be super happy for her, too uwu Is it dumb that I actually got a little teary reading her response? LMAO I kind of blame it being 3:30 in the morning though too, /saaaaappp]]
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Hush watches as all of the others gather, and she stays close to her new friend Dream Song as the Acha steps before them all. The names are called one by one and when all of the new parents have gathered their new children close Hush can't help a small somewhat bittersweet smile. She truly feels happy for the little ones, and the parents, but... oh. Well.... perhaps it just isn't her time, yet.
Still, looking at Dream Song and seeing the utter joy in her eyes touches Hush to the core. It's impossible not to feel happy, even if she wasn't one of those names called. After all, all of these children are going to kin who will undoubtedly love them immensely.
"...I'm so happy for you, truly. I know you will make a wonderful mother. And... Perhaps we can stay in touch after this? I think I should like that very much. I've never really had anyone I've been able to talk with so easily, before."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:47 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:48 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 4:13 am
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Hidden in the hollow of an old tree on the fringes of the Mothers Club was Shush, the babble and peals of the romping lambs and foals a panacea that had kept her there even as the sun had risen on her night's shelter, and faded again into oncoming dusk. The impassive mask over the blank of her eyes gave nothing away, nor were her lips stirred to curve, but inside her aching chest, her heart both wept and smiled. Still as a stone, she had clung onto every gurgle and squeal that reached her keen, pressed ear, hung onto every word of each prospective parent, and, most of all, the wise doe they called Peep. The children all had homes now. How she longed to nose among them to learn their forms as well she now knew their voices. May she never find need to lead them out of the dark.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 4:17 am
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Foxy had come along to the baby-laden gathering of this Mothers Club, scoping the potential of picking - pairing off lone parents, to-be parents and suckers for children, drawn by the bubbly noises of lambs and foals and the potential of sacs and eggs - those she found curious every time she saw them still. She made a full circle, creeping about the bordering foliage, sharp eyes picking out compatible colours and markings, ears alert to hear the floating trails of coos and potential gossip. She was considering the long term benefits of associating with the club when she paused in front of a hollow tree, gaze drawn by the very edge of a pale mane lit by the dying light in dusk.
She shook her thick coat free of camoflauge leaves and kneeled to peer straight into the tree. There she was, that pretty girl. But what was she doing here, hiding in a tree?
"What are you doing here, hiding in a tree?" She didn't expect a reply, for she never did speak, but did look over her shoulder and back again. "This is the Mothers Club turf - oh, are you scared?" She laughed. "Come now, come with me. Let's go peruse the babes, shall we? Shall I bring you to the Mothers Club?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 4:18 am
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If she had eyes, she would doubtlessly stare befuddled at the Totoma at the suggestion, but she did not, and so she pricked her ears towards the familiar voice, aimlessly turning her head. The familiar voice...in truth it had been but the briefest episode, but since that dream...
"They can't..." she uttered, a whisper that drifted like a leaf on the wind, "...see...me."
The first she had spoken a word to a sapient soul since the Swamp...but in the dream she already had, and it was so hard, in that panic-tinged moment, to separate the real from the dream.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 4:18 am
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That soft, meek voice struck her like lightning, and she froze half-crouched, staring at her. The sense that this had happened before somehow did nothing to soften the shock of it actually occuring, and Foxy was very aware, from the remaining twigs caught in hoof to the last few leaves tangled in her fur, that this was real, and this was momentous.
But it wasn't quite true to say she didn't know that she could speak, because she did, somehow. It was against her straightforward Totoma nature. Instead, she managed, "You just spoke to me," her eyes actually wide and wondering. "Actually spoke to me. Oh, sweet girl!" Foxy cooed, tender and charmed. "Why not?" This time she did expect a reply, and the expectant swishing of her twin tails showed as much.
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