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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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 Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 8:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 8:05 pm
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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 12:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2018 7:37 am
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After the mare took a banana, Svartaf let the bunch fall to the ground. He chuckled a little at the question about his tails. After living away from strangers for so long, he’d forgotten he must seem a little strange himself to the average passer-by. He fanned the tails out behind him like a cokcy bird as he answered, more than a little full of himself. “Ahaha! Oh, do they make me mysterious,” he teased. “They more or less move together. I can move them separately, if I wanna do something with juuuust one I kind of have to think about it.” He tried to think of an analogy. “Like, you blink your eyes at the same time, but you can wink too, or cross your eyes if you really wanted.”
He looked back down at the pile of bananas at his hooves. “My dad likes to peel them with his cloven hooves before he eats them,” he explained, “but I have a hard to doing it myself, and the two-legger isn’t always around to ask for help. I like to just eat them whole!”
He unceremoniously plucked one pale green banana off the bunch and chomped down, biting it clean in half. He chewed awkwardly for a moment through the fiber of the peel, but the awkwardness faded into delight as the fruit yielded a refreshing pulpy flavor. He gulped it down after a moment of savoring. He spat out the top stem piece, smacked his lips and sighed happily, “Aaaaah that hit the spot!”
He looked back up at the mare, wondering if most other soquili liked bananas. “The green ones are a little crisp and not very sugary. If you don’t like it, you might like yellow ones more. Those are much sweeter and kind of creamy. Maybe that’s why dad likes them without the peel...” He stopped mid-sentence when he rememebered if strangers he met ever met ‘dad,’ they’d probably be at least a little confused. “Uh, in case you ever run into him on this beach or in the forest, his name is Thurga. But he’s not really my dad, though, so don’t be surprised that he looks nothing like me. He’s kind of tiny actually... Uh, don’t tell him I said that!” He chuckled to himself. “He hates short jokes about it. But anyway... Sometimes a family is less blood and more luck, I guess. Like, who sticks around when the goin’ gets rough, right?”
He sat back on his haunches, his tails swept to the side. He tilted his head in curiosity, cheerfully eager to lean about his new friend. “What about you, did you get to grow up with the family you were born with? What kind of place are you from? I guess you don’t have bananas there!”
[467]
(I read horses can eat bananas with or without the peels. Neat!)
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