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fandomtownies2012-05-19 07:46 pm
life_inshadow) wrote in fandomtownies2012-05-19 07:46 pm
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The Preserve, Saturday Evening
Tara had never been a pony before, and -- after the awkward oh-god-how-do-I-walk phase -- she actually found herself enjoying it.
She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.
She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.
If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.
[OOC: Open preserve!]
She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.
She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.
If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.
[OOC: Open preserve!]
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Ben at five had been a little stubborn.
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She spread her wings, fluttered them. "Though there's still plenty of time to do something we'll regret this weekend."
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