Playground
Parents do not fear; your children are safe in the Playground. A benevolent fairy watches over young colts and fillies who come to frolic here. The trees are ancient things, and widely spaced (excellent for tag) and there are several low logs to leap over and many ponds and thickets full of wonder for the little ones. Come play and form friendships that will last a lifetime.
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Posted on April 3, 2011 at 10:20:43 PM by d a r c e y
( d a r c e y )
my funny little valentine
Darcey had crept, oh so quietly on dainty hooves into the playground. Into this vast place of noise and laughter. She, with her wide eyes, watched on, curious and unaware of all that was here, all those that were here laughing and playing about. She wanted Novak here; she wanted him to coax her out into the open, out from the shadows but she too, supposed that he could not always be there, much as she wanted him to be. Her brown eyes wide, if not a little scared, she took the first steps into the heart of the playground, little, shuffling steps – the biggest ones her tiny frame could make. Novak had gone off elsewhere to make other friends; he didn’t need her around all the time, and he’d be back soon.
The cool spring air makes her tremble a little, the cold very harsh against her small, slender frame. It is very pretty though, and she soaks it all in, her eyes following the blossoms that were strewn about the grassy ground, deciding to follow a particular blossom that was there, innocently unaware of anything around her.
The pale pink blossom darted left and right, the wind sweeping it here, there – and she followed it, determined to watch it until it was swept out of the playground. Perhaps her mind had already planned this, a ploy to avoid having to speak to anybody here. However, Darcey clearly hadn’t thought this through. In following the dainty little blossom, her slight frame had woven its way into the heart of the playground, into the small crowds that were here, amongst the shrill voices that were high and impish. Following blossoms, Darcey was going to learn in just a moment, was a dangerous activity.
She doesn’t look up – didn’t look up, and in not doing so, her little head collided against the shoulder of another. Squealing instantly, she rocks back onto her hind legs, scrambling away from the foreign thing that was blocking her way. Eyes wide, panting with the shock coursing through her system, she swallows, before she looks up, up at the young boy who was standing before her who she had so accidentally just bumped into. ‘I-I…’ she attempted to begin, before she swallows, ‘I’m sorry!’ her voice is quivering and hesitant, eyes wide and unblinking. ‘I…I was following that pink thing and I just…sorry!’ She was scared that he was going to be mean to her, and she hoped that he wasn’t going to be. Where was Novak when she needed him most?!
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