[PRP] Mint Peach Leaves [Sprout x "Puff Buff"]

[Lunadriel]

PRP for Sprout and "Puff Buff" Peach Bellini McPuff found in my teepee.

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[Lunadriel]

A lazy sun filled afternoon with clouds that waxed and waned across the sky hung above one sleeping mini mare. The grass around is warm with rustling blades of green. Both back legs are sticking straight back from a laying plank of blushing pink usdia. Her front legs curled under her chin, snoozing and basking in the overcast day, with creamy orange curls falling all around her head. For long she lay, napping in the sun, absorbing it's nourishing rays. PB barely moved, save for the rise and fall of her chest. Sometimes half the day would go by while she napped. The warmth of Spring never ceased to make her eyes weep with sleep.

Normally busy with life, the field around had been empty, void of strangers or family. This helped PB choose it's locale for her grassy nap.

The field also happened to be a favorite spot for another mini to frequent. Sprout bumbled through the bushes, pushing through to his field of dreamless sleep. Huffing, grumpy, groggy he trundled over to a tree that offered cool shade. Glazing about, misty eyed, a bright blot of sun glared off the grass on his way to his tree. Sprout blinked once and the shine didn't go away. With two bud tipped vines, he rubs at his eyes. Then he's blinking and rolling his eyes to try and clear any sun spots. Yet he can still see the glint in the field. Rather, it's kind of orange. Sprout gives a lazy head tilt and decides to ignore it.

Reaching his tree, he slowly collapses to the ground. A pile of legs and hair, in no certain direction. Sprout exhales, closing his eyes. For a few moments he lays there, and can feel that the blanket of sleep isn't coming to him. This causes him to sigh dramatically, annoyed with his lack of rest. The orange spot seeming to be the culprit, as now he can't get the image out of his head. Making more noises of annoyance he rises off the ground and resolves himself to go see what the dang orange smudge on his existence is...  

[Lunadriel]

PB naps on, oblivious to the stranger that approaches her.

Sprout gives a slow blink the closer he gets, barely raising an eyebrow. It's a thing, pink, sunny, and blocking his nap vibes. Scrutinizing at it, he feels it's laying at quite an odd angle. Sprout gets closer, and see's two little paws facing up, with soft light pink pads, surrounded by cascading pink hair. For all he knows, these are attached to something dead. Feet, not hooves. This is his focus, not the fact that the thing laying there is breathing. Without a second though, a vine reaches down to touch the paws, as he leans forward to inspect them.

PB feels something snake against her paw, and instantly bolts to life! Back legs coil back and kick! Her whole body jerking at the sensation of something touching her paw. Her head whips back and looks over her shoulder, eyes wide.

This is not at all what he expected to happen. Not that he had thought much about it before hand, but still. Getting a foot to the face, is never ideal. Sprout furrows his eyebrows and curls a vine around the attacking jelly beans.

PB sees the other mini, watches him briefly as something curls around her ankle. Nope! She is not going to lay here while something continues to touch her! She moves in a flash, like an electric current had shocked her to rise. But one of her legs did not move! She stood there, looking at him wide eyed, him staring at her foot. Pulling she shouts, "Excuse me!" and then looks at him with great dismay.

Confused and still caught in the haze of tiredness, Sprout pulls the foot closer, seeing if it's attached to the angry curly mare that is now glaring at him. The mare gives him a horrified look and gasps. Sprout lets go none too gently. He debates buffeting her with his vines, for kicking him in his face with that thing attached to her limbs.

PB gives him the most indignant look after he lets go of her paw, eyes still wide. She does the only sane thing after getting assaulted in her sleep, and instantly decides to leave to get away. "Don't you dare follow me you CREEP!" she shouts, as she darts away. She looks over her shoulder as she's running, and see's that she's not being followed. In fact, he was walking the opposite way. Either way, she still continued her exit."  

[Lunadriel]

As the mare leaves, Sprout turns to return to his tree. He is neither glad or mad at her leaving. He is just happy he can finally get his nap, and get out of the sun. He could only tolerate so many hours in the sun, before he felt dry and parched.

Flopping back in the spot he lay before, this time, he has no issue drifting off to sleep. The shade cooling his leafy back, and his steamy, grumpy, temper.


~Fin.