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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 9:59 am
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Winter was over, and spring was starting, once again.
Shaking himself out a little, the youthful acha continued on his little trail, wandering through the swamp on an early morning walk, the flowers on his horns whispering with every movement. Youthful blooms, still, he would soon sport a crown of blossoms, full and sunsoaked. His mother had constantly told him it was a gift from his father, but to him, to was a beloved burden.
Breaking through a light patch of fog, a small wisp of something caught his eye, making him stop, short. He had been certain that he was by himself - no one had followed him . . . and then it hit him. |
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:14 am
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Only for an hour.
She was very punctual about that time, and when she had told her father that she was going out for a small stroll, she had promised him, once again, she was going out for an hour. It was a lovely enough time - just so that she had her own freedom, but not long enough that he started to miss her. She was her father's rock, sometimes.
Flicking the blonde streak of her hair, she dashed forward, enjoying her freedom in the natural camoflague of the fog, before slamming in to something with the force of a doe made of stone.
Oomph!
Did she hit a rock? A tree?
The smell of flowers cloyed her nose a little, and her head spun from the impact, little lights flashing in her eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, she looked down and was welcomed to the sight of another 'meti - an Acha.
"A-a hundred pardons!" She started, trying to fumble her hooves from his, trying to stand as fast as she could, "I didn't see you there - fog and the like. Are you okay?" She excused, tilting her head down so she looked more innocent than she probably was.
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