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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2020 8:32 pm
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Musette wasn't as familiar with these woods as she had thought, and had found herself a bit turned around. Her hunt for some end-of-summer blackberries had taken her far off course, but she wasn't overly worried. Things always had a way of working out, and if worse came to worse, she could shrink down and hide from any danger--or make her way to the tops of the trees and let the wind carry her somewhere else.
Granted, being small came with its own setbacks. Animals that wouldn't think twice to mess with her in her full-sized form could find her easy prey when little. Additionally, the wind, which allowed her to fly, could also batter her around, and send her somewhere far off course.
Ah, the spirits could be tricky things--but Musette was certain things always worked out for a reason.
"I know you, I've walked with you once upon a dream~" The little delicate mare sang to herself, picking her way through the thick foliage without too much fear. "I know you, the look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..." Her walking was at risk of turning into a bit of a dance, even as her rainbow wings twitched and flared as she moved. If she wasn't singing, she was dancing, and more often than not, she enjoyed doing both. That she was fast approaching Creme Brûlée wasn't a deterrent, even if she had been aware of their proximity.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2021 4:17 pm
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Musette was a musical little flutter, and all the time she had sung, she'd never once heard the winds sing back. So to hear a strange voice, not far ahead--just behind foliage of the path she'd been taking, quite startled her. She was not afraid of the voice--in fact he, for it was of a deeper timbre than she could ever reach--but she was rather charmed.
Did he know the song too? Or had he simply been clever and picked up the refrain from what he'd heard? Oh, it was too delightful a prospect, regardless how he might know the song. Surely, no matter who was out there, they were destined to cross paths -- even if it was simply so she could compliment him on their impromptu duet.
She had never been a fearful creature, and she did quite wish to meet whoever had so boldly sung along! Shaking a few curls out of her eyes, the mare had stopped singing, only so she could hurry herself ahead. Thankfully, Creme Brûlée wasn't far. Stepping through the thick foliage of the woods, the mare caught sight of a winged soquili--though his wings were fascinatingly large and full of pale feathers.
"What a lovely voice you have,' she complimented, quite impressed. He certainly was larger than she was--but as a flutter, it wasn't difficult. She'd never seen a soquili with so many wings. Her adopted fathers had no such thing, nor her adopted brothers; and her own mother looked much like herself as far as being a flutter, at least from what she remembered.
Honestly, the stallion was positively a delight to stumble upon. He wasn't the bunches of blackberries she'd been hoping to find--but she didn't mind a diversion.
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