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.
The stars, the moon...
IP: 184.35.26.162
Posted on May 14, 2011 at 00:04:59 AM by Mandorla
"I solemnly Swear that I am Up to No good..."
The filly was a little sad at not being able to find out the meaning of Daintre's name. But, like all foals, Mandorla quickly moved her attention to more fun things...like 'I spy!' The name-thing could wait until some other time.
"Green...green...the grass? The leaves? Uhm....a bush?"
Mandorla blurted all these things out in rapid succession, getting all excited again. She was so excited, her feet could barely keep still. The two toned filly was prancing in place, eager to find out if she was right.
"Mischief Managed!"
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ooc;
sorry for the crappy post...I'm still trying to figure her out and every time I think I've got it, it just doesn't fit...weird >.>
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- - By Mandorla May 10, 2011 at 04:09:10 PM
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