Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on June 28, 2017 at 02:35:52 AM by
The voice of another draws their attention – Psychedelic looked toward it with suspicion and Talya looked with all the exuberance and joy of the happy little thing she is. Psychedelic, prepared to bark and tell the helpful girl to mind her own business, was quickly reminded by his subconscious that he was meant to be completely and totally incognito. A wandering stallion raising his motherless brood wouldn’t just snap at a friendly voice and the last thing Psychedelic needed was to draw any unwanted attention his way. Plus, Talya’s already left you. Psychedelic’s eyes widened and he realized, while he’d been contemplating how to respond, his headstrong daughter had taken off with her head held high and a wide smile on her face. “This willow tree is lovely!” Talya exclaimed when she had drawn close enough to be heard by the palomino roan mare. She pushed her head into the little hanging branches and shoved her way into the safe sanctuary the tree provided. Psychedelic was moving up behind her, doing his very best to not appear irritated as he shoved the branches aside and joined their dimly lit shelter. At least it was shielded away from the rest of the Falls, he surmised. He’d be able to hear anyone approaching and spy on them before they made it into the tree, which would give him plenty of time to herd Talya out the other way before they could be discovered. Satisfied with this thought, Psychedelic turned his attention to the mare who’d invited him and his daughter here, initially relieved when he realized he didn’t recognize her. Last thing he needed was to stumble on old Blondie. Talya was already near the other young mare, smiling happily with a bright gleam in her eyes. “Hello! Thank you for sharing your willow tree with us. I’m Talya! This is –” Before Talya could introduce him as Psychedelic (he’d told her a million times he couldn’t be called that here but he knew his airheaded daughter was bound to forget), he shuffled forward a small step and spoke up. “Uh, Bob.” Bob????? Really??? You couldn’t think of anything actually creative? BOB? Psychedelic’s ear twitched and he cleared his throat, ignoring Talya’s frown. “Yep. My name’s Bob. I’m Talya’s father. We’re trying to find a place to live… are you from around here?” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- light me up like a bottle rocket - By aurora June 28, 2017 at 07:12:37 PM
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PSYCHEDELiCBob & Talya July 6, 2017 at 02:59:46 AM- light me up like a bottle rocket - By aurora July 6, 2017 at 07:21:06 PM
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PSYCHEDELiCBob & Talya July 10, 2017 at 01:20:03 AM- light me up like a bottle rocket - By aurora July 10, 2017 at 08:55:05 AM
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PSYCHEDELiCBob & Talya July 12, 2017 at 00:55:12 AM- [x] -> - By aurora July 12, 2017 at 06:08:50 AM
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- light me up like a bottle rocket - By aurora July 10, 2017 at 08:55:05 AM
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- light me up like a bottle rocket - By aurora July 6, 2017 at 07:21:06 PM
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