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Posted by LYCORIS on November 30, 2008, 5:48 am, in reply to "Re: I've been s l e e p i n g so s t r a n g e" ily!
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Lycoris was used to hilarious juxtaposition and practically meeting opposites. She had met many an opposite, or at least, many a, ‘I don’t think with my smiles’ horses. So the fact that whilst Scylla was a healthy and impressive round to her stature hardly took any sort of negative effect on the starry eyed girl. Although Lycoris had noticed it. Her eyes had taken in the developed curves and hefty mane and tail of Scylla. The tact that she initially swept over Scylla with dispersed however as she stood there longer. Having a stick body, the grainy mare could cope with, but a long mane and tail, oh how she almost envied it. For fairy tales were wonderful things, and Lycoris was partial to Rapunzel, heck, she was impartial to almost all of them. This was not body image, this was her own little fantasies in her head, and the only way it’ll bother the roan and white girl, is that it will infiltrate her common sense, and her words may accidentally follow onto a track about long flowing manes and tails. Otherwise she was fine. Perfectly fine.
The blissful look spreads up her face and rims around her eyes as she sort of imitates the way Lycoris had just said Scylla’s name. Playfully, Lycoris helps her, “Ly-coooooor-iiiiiiiiss!” Her tongue is stuck out slightly and bitten in delight, as her light hooves trill on the ground. Changing her swaying posture, she takes a few prances towards one side of the dapples more. Feeling fine and completely non threatened she was much more obvious with her oogling. Because you’ll find out later most likely, that Lycoris is also a collector. I’ll just leave it at that as she eyes your pretty dapples. However she stops and pulls that pensive pucker lipped face as Scylla asks of her where she’s at. Because to be honest, Lycoris didn’t know it’s name. “Ohhh uhmm, Aa--- errr, we have mountains… Andaa….. hmmm errr, yeah mountains n stuff. Ew sand. I’ve never licked sand cause it gets all rough on your coat, and then up yer nose, and it’s all….” her ears swivel at circles at this and head lowers slightly, body swaying more eccentrically than before. Suddenly the emancipated girl makes a leap away from Scyall and props a hoof up, almost drawling once again over her shoulder, “I can comprendo a want for escapism of desert ns tuff, cause then the heat’s alll… hot, n stuff,” Lycoris will be taking home the little miss obvious award tonight.
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