Bubbles

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mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

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“For the love of Pete.” A voice calls, dark rimmed ears pinned back against their head. Around the bend of the trail, the buckskin blanket named Bubbles heard a rattling. “It's far too cold for you to be this high up, isn't it?” Raising a brow, Bubbles slowly moved, her tail twitching against her hocks. She could hear it, but could not see it. What was a rattler doing this high up anyways? She should be hearing rock rabbits, not some little venomous creature that could kill her with one bite. Rolling her eyes, the buckskin blanket just let out a groan, her head shaking.


Moving her hooves, the mare made a wide berth around the venomous creature. Her head lowered, keeping track of where she could hear the rattle, but wanting to see it. She was curious, which was far from smart, but she would rather know what this thing looked like in its entirety over just its sound. It wasn't long then, until her hooves were too close and it rattled even louder even though she had started with a wide berth of space between them.


“Fine, fine.” Her voice answered its sound, taking the hint finally. Shaking her head, Bubbles backed away from the snake before continuing down the trail. Her hooves thudded against the well worn path, but she dare not care how much farther she went. With each step, each hold of her muscles, Bubbles went farther down. She was headed to the falls. She needed a break after rescuing Tyr from the Lagoon and watching one of their own go against the rest. She should be proud, but she did not care either way. They had more help from herself reacting first to the intruders and that brat than they did the Peak. Marceline had not even been there, but who was she to judge? At least Khar’pern and a mare she had not met before showed up. Rolling her eyes again, the frustrated buckskin just continued onward.