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 June 6, 2011 at 10:15:42 AM by poppi
She tilts her head curiously as he curls up, becoming even more round, and when he morphs into a bug she giggles aloud. She reaches out to nudge him right-side-up when he morphs into the familiar fawn that she remembers from the Orange Country. “You!” she says happily, still lying on the ground. She rolls over, smiling, and looks up at the sky. “You are a spiky thing. Or you were. And a bug and a deer.” Her voice drifts off as she paws at the clouds over head, become softer as the edges of her form begin to lose shape.
But then she sees her black friend shift in the corner of her eye, and se solidifies entirely for the first time, no cloud visible at all. “Can you be a horse?” she asks curiously. “Are you a horse. I like horses. I think I’m a horse, but I’m not sure.” It’s hard to keep track, really. Her mother had shifted so many times while pregnant with Poppi that it is no surprise that she is a little confused. “My name is Poppi.” She says. “Do you have a name?”
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