
Posted by LYCORIS on November 30, 2008, 8:49 pm, in reply to "Re: stars of t r a c k and f i e l d" ily!
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It was hard for Lycoris to get hurt. This is mentally we’re talking about. Her attention span wanes far to great a spread to pause on something long enough for it to do any emotional damage. Of course they’ll be the occasionally creased brow or trembling lips, but she was not a grudge holder, and could hardly remember where she lived long enough, than to be kept down by harsh tones, or nasty words. Sticks and stones will break her bones, and words won’t be remembered for long enough to hurt her, well, at least not a long period of time.
A pleased a blissful smile stretches across Lycoris’s face at the response of Scylla. It flickers though to an inquisitive pout as she gives a reason for her tone, and Lycoris takes a sneaky-but-not-really-that-sneaky side step towards Scylla, her eyes questioning but lips pursed in some sort of self control. But a swishing grey tail catches her attention and she skips around then, happily clicking her fetlocks into the air. Happily, she dances around Scylla, eyeing off her long mane and tail and pretty even dapples. A giggle peals from her lips as she replies, and it makes Lycoris settle her body slightly, swaying it side to side again as she bubbly replies, “Well I can live with obnoxious if I looked like a princess! I’m sure I would take perfect care of my tail, and I’d just always have it high, and prance along, and wash it in rivers… and if that failed then, maybe birds can nest in there or something, because that’d be nice that I had a bird family…” By this time Lycoris was walking in tight circles, mouth loosely blabbering, as she watched her own tail that she flicked, the reddish strands kicking around her hocks.
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