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Date Posted: 15:06:59 12/13/02 Fri
Author: Deepest Desire
Subject: She smiles at the antics of the two foals trying to out-do each other.
In reply to: Brush Fire 's message, "She collapsed to the ground dramatically." on 13:05:17 12/13/02 Fri

"You could turn a pumpkin into a chariot and let them pull it." She suggested in a feeble attempt to say...anything.

"I do like the names you have chosen, though."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Concern -- Jesar and Medusa, 21:11:44 12/13/02 Fri

He looks at her worriedly, unsure of how to act as new dad. He nudges her soft charcoal neck softly, closing his eyes briefly, until a sharp pinch brings him back to attention.

Medusa, meanwhile, is staring happily at her father, and there was a distinct slobbery gum-mark on his hindquarters. Yawning, she is suddenly exausted by her first word and mischeif. She flops down ungracefully after shooting an indignant look at her brother, then closed her dark green eyes. Her ebon pelt had a rainbowy sheen that was just barely visible through the dim light.

Jesar lied down on the other side of his mate, looking towards his son. At this thought, his chest swelled with pride, his sharp yellow eyes watching his daughter lie down, then shifting back to his son. "Can't wait for Tarquin to meet you," He said with a laugh.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Shock || I can explain -- Lavaterra || Jesar, 08:38:57 12/14/02 Sat

She strode into the territory, but stopped stock still as soon as she was in. Her son was lying next to a mare, and two winged foals were with them. She knew, without a doubt, that they were his. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and horror at what he had done. She didn't even pause for a minute to realize that she was a grandmother. "Jesar!" She shrieked. "Jesar how could you!" She sputtered angrily, her ears pressed back against her head. "You're worse than your father!" She hissed with contempt. She whirled on her hindquarters and started to canter out.

Jesar lept to his feet as his mothers screeching of his name reached his ears. "Mom, calm down I can explain. It's not what you think..." He said frantically, cantering after her and cutting her off. "It's not what you think," He repeated firmly.

"Not what I think? Not what I think?? JESAR! I see enough to know! I thought you would be better than him, but you're not," She cried, close to tears.

"Mom I am better than him, you see-" He started to explain, but Lava cut his explanation short.

Her emotions piled against one another angrily. "Jesar don't talk to me! Ever again!" She said sharply, but in her mind her sensible side fought with her. How can I push him away like this? She thought fervently to herself. Before he could open his mouth to respond, she left.

He stood there, dumbfounded. He cast a sidelong glance back at Medusa and Apollo, but didn't make eye contact with Brushy. His old guilt was returning. Head lowered significantly, he stands nearby his family protectively, but not too close as if he didn't want to infect them with some kind of conatgious disease.

[That went well. *snort*]


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Doesn't pretend to understand. -- Deepest Desire, 15:11:06 12/14/02 Sat

After the angry mare had made her final ringing statement, she glances to Jesar, not fully comprehending what had happened, but she does not question it, knowing too well that it was most probably none of her business and a forced intrusion into the matter could bring further complications.

[Um, Jesar? Are you going to be staying here? I need to update the board -- for obvious reasons. I've been putting it off for so long...]


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [Yea, I am *grin*] -- Megan [Jesar's player], 18:55:46 12/14/02 Sat

>After the angry mare had made her final ringing
>statement, she glances to Jesar, not fully
>comprehending what had happened, but she does not
>question it, knowing too well that it was most
>probably none of her business and a forced intrusion
>into the matter could bring further complications.
>
>[Um, Jesar? Are you going to be staying here? I need
>to update the board -- for obvious reasons. I've been
>putting it off for so long...]


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Unanalytical to the point of acute ignorance, Brushy's logic somehow found an ally in the retreating mare. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 20:02:30 12/14/02 Sat

His dappled self did his best to remain thoughtfully dignified, but his young mind was confused by the proceedings. He folded his wings and slowly assumed lieing position against Brushy's stiff side.


She bestowed the back of her son's head with a perturbed look. "Your mother, Jesar?" She inquired tartly.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Er, yes -- Jesar, 20:11:27 12/14/02 Sat

His eyes were blank as he walked back over to his mate. He didn't lie down next to her thought. I...I hope she didn't mean what she said, he thought, suddenly stricken. He had really planned on his mother being Ok. with all this.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Shifts slightly, -- Deepest Desire, 20:34:16 12/14/02 Sat

uncomfortable to be seen as intrusive, the silver hued mare decides that it was probably best if she left them to their own. She smiles, "I'll leave you to it," she says, her mind temporarily blank of any other way to phrase it, "again, Congratulations."

With that, she departs the small group, giving smiles to both Apollo and Medusa.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> She nodded her farewell to Desire. -- Brush Fire, 12:47:20 12/15/02 Sun

Staring grumpily into space, she ignored Jesar's obvious plight.

In sleep only, the colt was not orderly. He tossed and snored, snuffled and twitched, chasing, or being chased by, invisable preditors.


Shifting away from her fidgetting son without bothering to calm his nightfears, she lifted her head proudly up to face the stallion, "You know, Jesar, she's right. You never did ask me to be your mate."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Oh... -- Jesar, 16:27:28 12/15/02 Sun

"Will you then?" He asked suddenly. "Will you be my mate? I just sort of thought that it was.. er... and unspoken thing. It felt like we were already mates," He says, his stare blank.

Medusa awoke, her eyes ablaze. She looked at her mom and snuffled loudly. ~Oi!~ She squealed, her little ears tilting backwards.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> She did not doubt for a moment the motives behind his request -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 18:51:21 12/15/02 Sun

"Yes, Jesar, I will," she replied with a radiant smile. Her soft muzzle found his leg, the only part of him she could reach from her prone position. Even little Medusa and Apollo earned a tender, if brief, touch.

The nuzzle was all he'd wanted, and the coal grey colt awoke with an ecstastic expression. Encouraged by Brushy's mood, he cuddled closer to her. "Mama," he exclaimed, delighted.

"Oi," Brushy parroted her daughter's use of the mare's own favorite phrase with cheerful exasperation. Glad enough to share her light state of mind, she nipped lightly at Apollo's flank and rose to her feet.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [Dumb tags...] -- Courtney, 18:53:13 12/15/02 Sun


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Smile -- Jesar, 18:58:35 12/15/02 Sun

He smiles, though his happiness is dampened by what his mother said to him. If she was telling the truth... if she never spoke to him again... He shook his head briefly, suddenly very tired. He walked a bit closer, protectively, and nuzzled her neck back briefly.

She squeaked at her mom's rather open display of affection. Blinking her great green eyes, shielded by long lashes, she lifts herself off the ground, shaking bits of dried grass from her rainbowy black coat.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Not to be left on the ground by himself, Apollo rose as well. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 19:13:08 12/15/02 Sun

He forgot his staid self for long enough to indulge in the excess energy God granted colts of the newborn variety. Crowhopping to his father's side, he bumped against him. His grey ears flicked about wildly, casting equally steely orbs in and out of shadow, "Pa?"

She flourished beneath his touch, leaning her sore frame against his physically solid one. She had no idea what was going on in his mind, only that he seemed...distant. Wait just a moment now, Lava's appearance+Anger+Rapid disapearance=...well, no wonder he was distant! With a movement that our young darling deemed as graceful, she gestured in the direction of Lavaterra's retreat, "It's alright, Jesar. I'll take the babies to see her later. When she sees that I'm happy she'll be alright."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> SIlence -- Jesar, 19:19:06 12/15/02 Sun

He nudged Apollow briefly, then turned to Brushy. "Oh Brushy..." He whispered, disgraced to feel the back of his usually emotionless eyes sting with unshed tears. Blinking briefly he exhales loudly. "I'm so glad you are happy," He said finally.

Medusa, sensing that her parents were not wanting to be bothered, nipped her brother. ~Silly 'Pollo. Come on!~


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Apollo could sense that his relationship with the 'rents was going to be a perpetual "not wanting to be bothered." -- Apollo and Brush Fire, 19:40:48 12/16/02 Mon

He nodded his assent, forlorn to the level of servitude and strode steadily after his sister, "L'rite 'Dusa."

She smiled gallantly, "I'll be honest, Jesar. I don't like foals any more than I did, though Medusa and Apollo are a credit to us. But even you have to admit that the circumstances of their birth are different than yours."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> True -- Jesar, 10:10:31 12/17/02 Tue

"True, true," He commended, nodding slightly. "I was just worried for a second that she was right, you know I would never do anything to hurt you. Not even on accident," He said solemnly.

Medusa watches her brother, nipping his rump and half-galloping away, though her front legs aren't moving fast enough to keep up with her hind legs. Using her wings to keep up this odd gait, she races around in a big circle then stops in front of Apollo, rearing on spindly hind legs.


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