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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 19, 2006 16:02:16 GMT -5
Flika's auds drooped in silence, her dial hanging low to the acreage as she wandered about her empty pasture. Suddenly, her dial was tossed into the atmosphere with an ear-piercing whinny. She hadn't seen Mariah in what seemed forever. She'd spent all her time here at Seaside in a pasture, so far, except for the first few days in the training ring. She let another whinny escape her maw as she attempted a small rear, but didn't succeed. Mostly grass was keeping her over for now, but she was starting to get thin. (i'm not trying to make it sound like Mariah is starving her.. heh, i'm just bored)
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 20, 2006 13:03:58 GMT -5
ooc:// Heh, sorry...I kinda forgot about Seaside Freedom. ic://
Hearing the gentle call of her horse, Maraiah lifted her sienna gaze from the smelly stable she was labering over, and looked towards Flika. Poor thing! she exclaimed, as she looked at Flika's slightly thinner hide. Maraiah had not had much time with her horse, with Flame passing away and everything... but now, was the time. She ran over quickly, grabbing a halter and opening the gate to the pasture. She whistled to Flika, embracing her softly, feeling immensely guilty.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 20, 2006 18:19:45 GMT -5
- It's k xP -
Flika's auds were instantly erect as she heard a whistle from her owner. She neighed loudly, walking quickly the rest of the way to Maraiah. Her soft muzzle touched the woman's arm gently, another soft whicker emitting from her maw.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 21, 2006 11:14:46 GMT -5
Maraiah sighed softly, pulling bits of weed tangled in the filly's mane. We better brush you up! she said gently, opening the gate and, with one hand over Flika's neck, leading her into her stable, filled with lovely luscious hay, wheat and water, and a soft blanket to go over flika's body. A groombox lay waiting on a shelf nearby.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 21, 2006 11:23:13 GMT -5
Flika followed at Maraiah's side obediantly, his auds pricking alertly again as she entered the stable. The wonderful aroma of hay and oats filled her nares, convincing her to let loose another loud whinny.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 22, 2006 8:16:45 GMT -5
Maraiah sighed. I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry, she said, closing the gate to stop any drafts coming in. She picked out a brush, and began to clean Flika's coat. The horse was larger now - almost a mare, not a filly.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 22, 2006 10:31:21 GMT -5
Flika started to calm down some as Maraiah started to brush her. She let out a sigh, lowering her head a little as she stood patiently. Her auds still followed her owner, though her eyes started to slowly drift closed, content with the attention she was finally getting. Another small whicker escaped her maw as she tossed her banner a little.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 23, 2006 15:25:03 GMT -5
Flika had seemed to manage to keep her coat in order relatively well, so it was happily that Maraiah put away the brush, and reached for the brand-new cotton blanket she had bought and customised for Flika. It was light blue, very warm and comfortable, and also thin and light, with white trimmed edge and beautiful italic writing in white, spelling out 'Twisted's Gone An' Dun It', with a smaller enscription underneath that read Seaside Freedom's address. Maraiah slipped the warm blanket/coat type thing, securing it with Velcro loosely over Flika's neck. Flika looked so fine in this new attire, that Maraiah could not help threading a few periwinkle and white ribbons through Flika's mane and tail, beautiful little miniature French plats loosely in the filly's mane. Maraiah grinned, and gave Flika a tasty sugar cube as if in reward for looking the world's most adorable filly.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 23, 2006 17:38:39 GMT -5
Flika snorted, seeming to protest the ribbons in her hair, although she was soaking up all this attention with ease. She nuzzled Maraiah's hand as she took the sugar cube, munching contently. She shook her bodice lightly, the blanket not budging. She whickered softly again at Maraiah, nudging her arm once more.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 24, 2006 12:01:51 GMT -5
Maraiah grinned, stroking Flika's nose with her finger delicately.That's ok then babe!She smiled, adjusting a too-tight ribbon on Flika's tail.Now, how about we go out somewhere together? The Bridal Pass or something?She asked, not waiting for an answer, but taking the halter and lead-rope from the shelf. Although she knew she could not ride Flika yet, she took the bridle and saddle also, so just maybe they might be able to learn it at the peaceful Pass? She placed the halter over Flika's maw, fastening it not too tight, not too loose. Attaching the Lead Rope, she opened the gate, intending to walk - Bridal Pass was not that far from Seaside Freedom at all.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 24, 2006 17:19:14 GMT -5
- lol, everyone says their stable isn't far from the Bridal Pass.. it's gettin funny now ^.^ Lol -
Flika pricked her auds as she saw her owner grabbing the tack and slipping her halter on. She let a small snort escape her nares, but granted Maraiah's wish for her to follow. She shook her banner irritably, hoping that she wasn't going to have to go back to the pasture, or worse, the arena to be trained..
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 25, 2006 11:23:48 GMT -5
ooc:// Hee hee - coincidence! But as the map won't upload, its hard to tell... Maraiah led Flika at a brisk walk, the saddle and bridle over her arm, and a small bag of picnic provisions and Flika's lead in the other. The Italian saddle was lean, but heavy, and the girl soon was out of breath.If...only...you...would train...for the...saddle, Flika,She panted,I...could...put the stuff...over...your...saddle. Especially....the saddle.She huffed.
ooc:// Shall we make a new post on BP? Or just stick to this one?
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 25, 2006 17:27:28 GMT -5
- lol, that's another thing to go on my never-ending and always-forgotten to-do list. It didn't show where they were anyway lol, and it doesn't matter to me about the post - Flika walked along briskly beside Maraiah, her auds erect and paying attention to everything around her, her pools exploring the scenery. As Maraiah's words reached her harks, most of her attention was turned to her. She tossed her dial a little with a whinny, then nudged her owner's arm rather forcefully, seeming to be laughing at her.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 26, 2006 12:52:59 GMT -5
Ooc:// Well in that case I'd rather stay here...it gets tiring moving around a lot. And lol - maybe I could help make a map? I can make pwetty pictures...if you give me like a draft on Paint, I'll try adding some snappy snaps... Maraiah almost stumbled, but laughed and looked at the filly wickedly.Alright then!She giggled, throwing the saddle lightly onto Flika's back,where it landed loosely on her blue blanket-coat-thing, she surged forwards like a leaping galloping horse, laughing her head off.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 26, 2006 17:21:08 GMT -5
- o.o that was weird.. And don't worry about it. I don't even have time for that. I mean.. I have time, it's just that alot of things are going on right now, and I can't really keep my mind off them. I thought things were simmering down a little.. But something started everything again -.- Ok, I'll stop since you won't know what the heck i'm talkin about.. Just sayin don't worry about it xP -
Flika let out a small squeal as she felt the saddle on her back, jumping sideways a little, but stopped. She shook her dial harshly, snorting loudly at Maraiah.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 27, 2006 13:06:24 GMT -5
OoC:// Lol, Ok! It was just a suggestion...and I know what you mean - MEc went through a kinda dead stage. It was weird...but fine again! Yay! +salute MEC+ ic:// Maraiah laughed, turning around, and walking back to Flika, giggling.Didn't like that, did you Flika? She said, half-jokingly.Well you're gonna have to get used to it when we start training!!She said mysteriously. The short run had rebounded her energy, sos he gathered the saddle once more, taking Flika's trailing blue lead and continued into Bridal Pass. Soon they were deep into the thin forest, and at last Maraiah found the kind of place she was looking for - a wide, wide clearing with a stream at one end and endless, endless green plains and hills on the other. She stopped, shedding the tack and the rucksack gratefully, and fell immediately onto the lush grass, a look of pleasure on her expression.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 27, 2006 17:37:06 GMT -5
Flika let another small whicker escape her maw as her orbs watched her owner fall into the lucious grass. She tossed her dial a little bit, stepping closer to her as she lowered her dial. Her soft muzzle nudged Maraiah's cheek, before her nose was buried in the grass, sniffing deeply of the delicious smell.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 28, 2006 11:58:20 GMT -5
Maraiah laughed as Flika's nape brushed her cheek, and rolled over with a start. She gently removed Flika's beautiful coat thing, and replaced her short leading rope with a longer, thinner one which she tied to a stump nearby. The rope being about 25 metres long, Flika was in no way constrained. Next, the young woman took out a flask from her backpack and took a drink from it, smiling as the cool liquid soothed her parched throat. She checked that Fliak could reach the water supply - and the rope allowed her to do so, so it was fine. Maraiah lay down once more, taking off her jacket to let the fresh, clean grass tickled her soft skin and the sun to bronze it. She closed her eyes, and a butterfly perched on the brim of her cowgirl-style hat. She opened one eye, looking through the green wings at the sky, and smiled. This was life.
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Post by §ecret Ådmiration on Jan 28, 2006 18:40:19 GMT -5
- Lol, you keep calling it her coat thing. -
Flika's auds paid attention to her owner as she removed the coat thing (xP) and switched leads. She whickered softly, her muzzle nuzzling Maraiah's hand gently in a sign of affection. She took a step away from her though, and returned to her grazing. She grazed peacefully, her whipcords swishing laizily. As she raised her dial, her eyes caught sight of the butterfly. She stepped toward her owner, her muzzle reaching out to sniff, maybe even nip, the small creature. Her warm breath escaped her nares, blowing on Maraiah's face gently.
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Post by ~//~Heartbroken~\\~ on Jan 29, 2006 8:45:30 GMT -5
ooc:// Well, what else is it called? ic:// The butterfly twitched, and flew off, and Maraiah smiled, opening her eyes to look straight at Flika's worried face. Maraiah rolled over and stood up, laughing.Okay, now let's train.She said wickedly, eyes twinkling mischievously. She picked up the bridle, and walked up to Flika, stroking her hide gently. The blue ribbons danced in the filly's mane and tail.
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