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Posted by ap. LYCORIS and puppy HESPER on February 20, 2009, 3:48 am
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Lycoris&Hesper.
... fingers crossed, all is not lost...
Hesper was skipping forwards, with laughter falling from her mouth. It was rich and clear, and coloured breezes ruffled around her hocks. They were like ribbons that twirled and twisted behind her, as she leapt. Covering a surprisingly amount of ground, she let in a deep breath – mid-jump – as the smells changed around her. A good nose seemed to be hereditary
Lycoris followed her child close behind, smiling all the way, with her rainbows in safe cradles.
Flickering almost out of the sight, all that Lycoris can glimpse is flashes of a streaked fluffy tail. Yet the dam is game and picks up her pace, tracking down the youngster in a matter of seconds, from the laughter that still erupted from her. In a pack of colours and leaps and bounds and laughs, is how they move into Desreál.
Slowing Lycoris whispers things into Hesper’s ear and it brings smiles and giggles to her lips, her mother’s lips fondly her ears with stories, until she stops suddenly. Twitching her nose, she looks down at the buckskin paint, who had her nose wrinkled and stiff. “What’s that smell?” Hesper whines and Lycoris laughs, wrapping her neck hard around the very small body of Hesper, as she spies Voraer. Lycoris bends her head down next to Hesper’s with a smile, and kisses her cheek, before whispering, “That’s your uncle Vorvor,”
“He smells funny!” Hesper whines loudly,
“Don’t be rude Hesper!”
“And he makes me feel funny,” Hesper ducks her head behind Lycoris, and stick it out between her legs, peering at the stallion. “Oh honey, that’s just his fire, you’ll be okay. You should say hi to your Uncle Corvor!…” It’s then she looks up Voraer with a warning glint in her ambers eyes (that were the same as her child’s), “Because he’s not going to hurt you,” That’s the warning. Warning initiated. Launch, Hesper! She gives a wavering glance towards her mother, before leaping out from under her towards the chestnut stallion. Her body squirms restlessly as she leaps and skids to a halt in front of him, not quite getting the hang of it, limbs sprawl, and ramming into his chest, with an ‘oof’. Wriggling backwards, Hesper’s ears flicker and body shifts, before she chirps, “Uncle Vorvor,”
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