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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2023 1:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2023 1:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2023 5:07 pm
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As the sun rose rising above the satin clouds, a mare awakened with a usual yawn. Days lately had become rather tedious with the heat of summer leaving her to endlessly check on her greenhouse. Stretching she walked stiff-legged and then gracefully moved into an elegant stride with a shake of her long fox-colored mane as it landed smoothly like water down her neck. Blinking she headed toward her plants checking on them for any form of damage or dehydration. Today each plant received its daily shower filling up water at the nearby lake with a bowl Tirranna had created for her to water the plants she kept so nice and content. The morning slipped towards midday when the golden mare finished watering all the amazing beauties she cultivated and cared for. Satisfied in her hard work, the slender mare ventured out for a stroll possibly seeking out new plants that her studies could benefit from. Grabbing an apple from a tree, the mare decided to walk while eating her snack.
"There has to be more plants I haven't studied yet..."
Moving through the foilage keeping within the shadows, the mare felt more connected with the world around her. Perking her soft ears, they swiveled toward the sound of running water. Remembering where she was the golden mare nodded, heading toward the sound her thirst was seeking. Juicy apples did of course cause someone to drink even with the moisture they held in their flesh. As she walked, the mare was pondering many things among them a trip deeper into the woods, out of this rising heat that baked her coat. As the water grew closer she began salivating thinking of the coolness that would rescue her from this thirst. Nickering, she walked toward the brook, her head sliding downwards till her muzzle touched the coolness tricking past her. As the water slid down her throat she opened her eyes to another figure. At first, the glimpse was dark as the night then revealed another mare who carried a horn on her head. The mare smiled t herself softly thinking that it wasn't only she who had thought of the idea. Moving her muzzle quietly, the mare raised her head slowly to peer out at the other accompanied by a crow, "Lovely summer day" she spoke in a calm demeanor hoping the other horned mare wouldn't find her fearsome or annoying.
WC: 401
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2023 1:31 pm
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Stepping through the underbrush, Nightling looked towards the brook and the voice that had drifted from that direction. There was a light colored mare with brighter colored locks. Diverting her direction of movement, she headed closer to the mare. "A very hot summer day." Nightling added pleasantly.
"This heat is not doing my herb gardens any good. I swear the sun has an issue with them and wishes them to wither and wilt." Nightling commented as if it really weren't that big of a thing, really it wasn't as she could just grow more, but... Some she did need for reasons and waiting another season for them to grow would set her back greatly. Shaking the thoughts from her head she turned towards the mare. "Oh, my apologies, name's Nightling. The raven is Greta," Nightling said as a blue and colorfully spotted bird landed on a low branch near them. "Someone, I thought I had told to watch the garden, but seems she is always watching my back. Her mate must be doing the watching.'
Greta turned her head towards the two to stare with a single eye. Opening her beak she merely cawed at them as she ruffling her own feathers. While she was quite capable of normal speech, Greta just preferred to speak in her own language. Nightling could only shake her head at the bird, dappled lighting flickering off her white horn.
"Mind if I ask what had brought you to the forest today? Besides the heat from the sun?" Nightling inquired tilting her head to one side.
[[ WC: 261 ]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2023 2:32 pm
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The mare noticed the darker-horned mare was probably trying her best to avoid the heat as she was. The summer days gradually increased in heat, causing the foliage to weep for water the clouds were not sending downward. Ear perking of gardens, the mare smiled, "Little Rue is what I am known as, more so just Rue. A namesake from a Kawani tribeswoman." She nodded, looking toward the forest, "Well, it turns out I, too, am a keeper of herbs near the southern lake near the tribeswoman's home. She brings me plants to nurture and grow for other variations. In return, I let her choose the fruits for her recipes" She smiled at both the mare and the crow, "Pleased to meet you both on this lovely heated summer day".
Rue smiled, pondering the other question. Her gaze moved from the welcoming shadows of the trees back to Nightling, "I'm seeking other plants for study. I thought a deep stroll into the forest might yield something new, refreshing to study" She nodded, "And stay out of this heat.." She then had an inkling, "Have you seen any plants not common around these parts? I know most if not all, I just feel there is something deep in those woods, devoid of shifters, I hope". While Rue had never come into contact with a shifter, she'd heard stories, unsettling accounts of their tenacity in all the wrong ways. Kalona was just as bad, but a shifter was more resilient in their motives. Suddenly, something emerged from the tall grass, a tiny gray mouse that seemed lost, delusional, almost paralyzed. Reaching its tiny paws outward, it collapsed in front of her, "Odd behavior for a rodent. What do you think, Nightling?" The mouse had emerged from the shadows within the forest. Something had made it sick Rue was confident personally witnessing its strange behavior.
WC: 311
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2023 3:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2023 3:40 pm
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The mouse seemed affected by something. Immediately, her ears swiveled forward with a thought. Moving with a thought, she gazed downward at the poor creature who seemed stiff, yet it was breathing. Not even the nudges of Nightling's familiar could fathom what this paralyzed creature had gotten into. There had to be a solution to help this little one out of its wayward predicament. Then Rue found something of potential interest right before her, "Nightling, would you mind terribly if Greta could look closer at the mouse's mouth? There seems to be some residue on the bottom lip and paws. A purplish tint... Do you notice the hue from any berries around here?" The mouse tried moving again as if to speak as a half-eaten berry rolled onto the ground. Rue's ears spring forward, "It's something this little one has eaten". Pondering momentarily, she looked between Greta and Nightling, "I do not have this plant in my garden. By chance, have you seen this species before?"
The berry was purple, dark as night in her eyes, almost like... death. She stepped back, unsure what plant species this mischievous mouse had decided to sample before its effects had taken hold. The berry seemed sweet, a musky enticing odor Rue would rather not be enticed with. Her ears lowered in concern about what plant shifters, kalonas, or evil beings could use against their prey.
WC: 232
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2023 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2023 3:31 pm
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Rue stood paralyzed, hearing of a plant whispering "Death" by mares to their children. "Deady Nightshade" or Belladonna" was always something foals alike did not even think of messing with. Feeling dumbstruck, her mind was running faster than her beating heart. As she pondered how such a wives' tale plant had taken root, Rue shivered, wondering just what a shifter could do with such a weapon. Eyes curiously pinned on Nightling and Greta, Rue wondered where Belladonna was growing so freely. How sweet the smell they gave enticing creatures to partake of sleep, a deadly sleep for eternity. Rue frowned, looking around her, then back to Nightling, "Most of us were told about Belladonna from our mothers. It's something we never forget". Rue felt awkward at the moment, knowing her life was herbology, and She should have known what Belladonna was along with the tell-tale signs. Poor foolish creature, never partake of the deadly nightshade or you will find yourself riled with ever-lasting sleep. Clearing her head, she refrained from those pessimistic thoughts right now.
"How much do you think this little one has eaten?" she queried with a flick of an ear. There seemed to be an annoying fly that was having an amusing game of trying to sit on her ear. Sighing, she shook her head twice till the annoyance disappeared. Then she grew concerned, "I think we should locate this plant and make sure no others decide to eat of the sweet death as some call it". Rue nodded her head, pondering just where this little or big plant had taken root. It definitely worked well for remedies to its own poisonous demise.
WC: 275
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2023 5:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 10:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 2:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 4:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 4:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 4:59 pm
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Rue continued her own search as the smell was strong the more she walked in her current direction. Meanwhile, it seemed that Nightling had definitely found a cluster of the plants over a ways from where she was standing. "I'm still smelling a plant or more this way'. How did it slip her mind to not smell that fragrance outside the forest? Nodding she kept her mind transfixed on this location as she headed over to see proof of an actual plant. It seemed Greta had definitely found this one as Nightwing shooed off a capricious curious squirrel. "Alright then. We definitely know this forest has what we are looking for, though I believe there is more growing in a different direction". Again, Rue picked up on hearing something, someone moving from her previous direction. Turning her head back to her trail, she heard mumbling, almost familiar in tone. Looking back to Nightling she shook her head up and down as long silken bangs swirled then laid around her forehead, You keep investigating. I'm going back the way I was trailing. I think there's a whole growth area in that direction. I also can't shake the feeling the movement is strangely familiar".
Nodding, head swaying she retraced her steps ears swiveling to the conversation. "Now I'm certain it's someone familiar" she murmured. Had their elder returned so soon? No, it wasn't Celendria or Cerylia. The sound was foreign yet so familiar for some reason. Moving slowly she walked in and out of trees till she stopped, her eyes growing wide.
WC: 260
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