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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 1:23 pm
Private rp for Lunadriel and her ponies. Teepee
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 1:38 pm
Winter is a time of year for slumber, festivities, and the ever pure blanket of white upon the land. For some, it brings loneliness, despair, and a longing for all things GREEN. As was the case for PB (short for Puff Buff). She had enjoyed winter in all it's glory at first. She played in the snow, drank warm tea, and exchanged gifts with her family! Normally she was a giddy and energetic Usdia, bubbling with joy. One that carried around fresh flowers that framed her energy. She could be grumpy too, if you touched her feet! She did not like that one bit. Today, the winter blues were making her sad and grumpy. She sat splooted under a tree, legs sticking out behind her, one ankle hooked over the other. An odd position for an equine based species, but it was comfortable to PB. Her hair frizzed, and her face wet. Not from the snow though. The tree had shielded this spot of land from the snow. No, she was tearing up a little bit. She had seen her family recently, so she wasn't lonely. Winter was pressing on her heavily, and it was no longer welcome.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 1:48 pm
Sprout never liked winter. It made his vines and bulb ache for warm weather. They didn't turn brown like plants that grew in soil. Instead, they sapped his energy, without the sun and warmth to provide his bulb nutrients. Napping was all he mostly did. He darn near hibernated in winter! Raising from his slumber on occasion, to find sustenance and water. As he had done today. It felt like he hadn't ate for weeks, though it had only been a little over a day. He had gorged himself on persimmons. Eating only the flesh and skin. Which is so messy, but he loves the flavor! On the way back to his tree, he stopped in the river to wash his face and wet his throat. He still smelled of the sweet fruit, but didn't mind. Crunching through the snow, he headed back to his nap spot under a giant old sycamore tree. On the way there, he struggled to stay awake, near falling asleep while walking. A few times he had to snap his head up to stay awake. A bit zoned out, he didn't notice he had company on his tree till he was almost on top of them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 1:52 pm
PB startled at the approach of something. She could spot them from pretty far away, a green smudge on the canvas of white. When close enough, she studied them for a few seconds, feeling she had seen them before. Then she remembered! That was the usdia that had so rudely grabbed her foot to look at it like it had fallen from the sky! Both her back paws popped underneath her, instinctively as he got closer. She curled her front paws too, folding her arms so they looked like chicken wings. Shoot! she thought in regards to her wet face. Wiping it as nonchalantly as possible on her arm to dry her tears.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 1:57 pm
Sprout did notice her wipe her face, and could tell she had been crying when he stopped in front of her. Her eyes were as pink and puffy as the bow on her head. Standing there in awkward silence, he assessed the situation.
PB looked at him standing there and puffed up a bit, like a bird. Getting annoyed that he was just standing there looking at her, but too embarrassed to say anything either. Her face flushed pink.
Sprout sighed. He'd rather nap, but that wasn't going to happen with this leaking little puff ball nap-stealing his spot under the tree! After standing there a moment longer, he turned and walked away without a word.
PB is taken back by his attitude. Huffing in disbelief, her tears return. What was wrong with this guy?! she thought as she now angrily cried, instead of sad crying. Or maybe it was both.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 2:04 pm
Sprout thinks about the possibilities. One, he could lay there and nap anyways. But that presented a problem of her either talking, or continuing to cry. Both of which would make noise and keep him from napping. Option two, he could ask her to leave. That might cause her to get violent or mad, or refuse to leave. Also things that would keep him from napping. So he went with option three, and decided to bring her something that might stop her from crying. Then he could rest in peace maybe. heading back to the spring he had visited, he stopped at a line of winter jasmine that grew along the bank. A little early in blooming, but a welcome sign of the Spring to come. Sprout grabbed and picked as many branches as his two vines could, then bunched them together in quite the bushel of lemony yellow flowers. He curled a vine around them, and headed back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 2:13 pm
PB had cried long enough. Deciding that this is a good time to leave this spot. As she's about to stand up though, she see's that the green usdia is returning! She had been so absorbed in her feelings, she didn't even notice him come back at first. Great. What did he want now? Standing up, she uses a paw to brush dirt off of her, then pauses with an eyebrow raised as a bunch of yellow flowers is thrusted before her face. She doesn't know what to think.
Sprout thrusts the flowers in front of her again, so close to her face, she has to take a step back.
PB laughs. That laugh you get sometimes after a good cry. "Did you get these for me?" she asked, blushing again a rosy pink.
Sprout answers by placing them right between her paws, touching one of her feet.
She raises it up, but doesn't get annoyed when his vine-thingy grazes her paw. She watches as he silently tucks into a worn divot in the ground. Looking up at the tree, she realizes that this is the same tree she saw him under last time. This made her feel a little embarrassed. It's obviously where he lives and she was just in his home. He didn't look to care as he literally passed out as soon as his eyes were closed. Impressive to be able to fall asleep so quick. PB sits back on her rump, looking at the flowers. She fights the urge to cry again, though this time, they were happy tears brimming the bottom of her eyes. Just look at these beautiful, colorful flowers! Even if Spring didn't come soon, theses were a wonderful reminder of things to come. AND they were given to her by a perfect stranger, who she was going to write off as a nuisance.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 2:21 pm
While the lush grass colored usdia slumbered, PB used her skills to turn the flowers into a large crown. Having paws helped her to bend the branches and twist them around each other. Every now and then, her sleepy company, would snore so loud, she near jumped out of her skin the first time she heard it! She did her best to stifle a laugh each time, and may have giggled loud enough to cause him to shift in his sleep. He didn't wake though. The once crying mini lady, now sat with a half grin, and her eyes aglow. Pleased with her creation. Once finished, she looped the ring of yellow flowers over the odd plant growing on the other usdia's back. GENTLY as possible, so as not to wake him. So careful, that she could hear her heart pound as she did her best not to disturb him. After successfully placing the crown of flowers, she took a deep breath, realizing she had been holding her breath the whole time. Scooping up the remaining few branches of flowers, she happily tucked them in her curls. That frizzy curly her could hold flowers for hours! She bowed to her friend, and quietly left him to enjoy his nap. She mouthed a "thank you" and willed him to feel it. He had done more than just given her flowers. He had shown her the kindness of a stranger, and reminded her that Spring always returns. She would remember this moment forever.
~Fin.
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