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Posted by Badra on January 12, 2009, 6:04 am
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Dances down a large path
She whispers out
Never heard of before
She shines in darkness
And suddenly, vanishes
The lands of Desreal stood out before her. These lands were unknown for Badra, but that made the whole “explore” thing so much more fun. Each time she found a new large path the mare squealed until she finally settled down on a patch of grass to graze. But somehow she was utterly calm today; even if she was in a whole new place Badra was usually overly hyper and excited, but not today. Today she was grazing calmly, or calmly enough to be her. She was irritated, she felt bored and her hyper attitude didn’t help either. Pawing the ground with her rear left hoof she heard the rustling of another equine. Head twisted and excitement ran over her eyes. Another horse! FINALLY! The mare flicked her tail again, ears perked forward and she listened to Notte speak. So this had been a resident of Solira? Cranium bobbed to the side, looking at the other mare with a childish expression. She was curious but the eyes the mare gave her seemed to be the same. Curious. She squealed suddenly, rather in surprise and eagerness like a little puppy looking at her first owner for the first time. Her position was proud but there was a childish game around her whole being.
”I’m Badra!! And yes I’m from Solira! You did!? That’s so COOL! I never knew there would be others here! Why is your coat so dark? Can I try it out!? Badra, shame on you! Don’t be so rude to the lady! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!” She grinned while talking but nothing showed if she was having a personality issue or two souls in one. Both were wrong, she just talked with herself that was all. Weird right? A snow pearl talking to herself like she was so ever alone in the world. But that was how Badra was. She never reacted to anything else; she didn’t even recognize herself scolding on her own attitude. It was such an amusing little princess we have here. Her tail flicked, almost wagging like a doggy tail. Many giggled at her and she only asked several times in a row, what is it? What are you laughing of? They always answered her, which made her laugh because she was never funny. They were the ones funny being amused by her residence and personality. But no one could cure her. She had a fear for small, dark and empty places, she was hyper, arrogant looking but still she always managed to make a conversation with herself. These facts were in fact the most correct fact you could get from her. She doesn’t even know what happened in her past, easily forgetting or was she just pressing it? Who knows?
Dances down a large path
She whispers out
Never heard of before
She shines in darkness
And suddenly, vanishes
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