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Date Posted: 14:01:49 01/12/03 Sun
Author: Brush Fire and Apollo
Subject: Shadowed by half of her winged progeny the startlingly young mother spectated her home.

So many new faces, when before she had known them all. A severe case of nostalgia ruled the mares mind, yearning for mother and past. Oh how she missed Mother! Had NQ been here she would surely have known how to handle things, how to escape from the stress that motherhood imposed upon her vibrant spirit. Brushy found herself watching Sophonia and Daigal. The stallion...he seemed firmiliar, but she banished her curiosity, focusing instead on the emotions flowing between the pair. The frisson was thick enough to cut with a knife, but our charming ignoramus would not have noticed it had she not recognized it from her own none to distant past. Well, another unplanned foal. It wouldn't be the first, and certiantly not the last, to scandalize the territory. Wasn't the nagging grey at her side evidence of that? Strange that they shouldn't seem stricken in the same way she had been. Wouldn't they be surprised to learn what a picnic parenthood was, the mare thought bitterly. Shuddering as a wave of misery plundered her swollen heart Brushy braced up and refused to collapse into pitiful tears. Apollo nipped insistantly on her flank. Was he always hungry? The charcoal turned savagely and snapped, "Oh be a little stallion, Apollo, and leave mother alone." I don't want to deal with this. I do not want to deal with this. Oh, Mother...where are you?

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[> Approaches the charcoal mare. -- Jesar and Medusa, 16:42:21 01/12/03 Sun

"Here now, Apollo. I brought your other half," He reguards the ash-grey with a chuckle. He looks at Brushy concernedly, his coppery ears straining unconciously to hear what she was thinking. He lowered his sharp yellow eyes to the ground. "I.. I'm going to see my mom. I need to talk with her, make her understand," He says slowly. He knew they would need her help, neither of them were ready for foals.

Medusa prances over to her brother, also looking up at her mother expectantly. Little black brush tail waving expectantly, she whinnies her hunger in a little announcment to the world.

"Medusa, not right now," He said sharply, sensing Brushy was agitated by something foal-related. What he didn't understand was that foals just don't sit quietly when they're hungry and wait until it's convenient for mom to feed.


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[> [> "Go ahead," she replied blankly, too agitated by her own thoughts to pay anything else much mind. -- Brush Fire, 16:45:58 01/12/03 Sun

>"Here now, Apollo. I brought your other half," He
>reguards the ash-grey with a chuckle. He looks at
>Brushy concernedly, his coppery ears straining
>unconciously to hear what she was thinking. He lowered
>his sharp yellow eyes to the ground. "I.. I'm going to
>see my mom. I need to talk with her, make her
>understand," He says slowly. He knew they would need
>her help, neither of them were ready for foals.
>
>Medusa prances over to her brother, also looking up at
>her mother expectantly. Little black brush tail waving
>expectantly, she whinnies her hunger in a little
>announcment to the world.
>
>"Medusa, not right now," He said sharply, sensing
>Brushy was agitated by something foal-related. What he
>didn't understand was that foals just don't sit
>quietly when they're hungry and wait until it's
>convenient for mom to feed.


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[> [> "Go ahead," she replied blankly, too agitated by her own thoughts to pay anything else much mind. (this one) -- Brush Fire, 17:07:50 01/12/03 Sun

Numbly she herded Medusa away from her haunches and resumed her bitter reverie.

While Medusa was his sworn rival, she was still his twin, and, at moments like these, a fellow sufferer. Stubborn though the youngster was, even he had learned that his attitude was no match for Brushy's, so he sighed resignedly. Apollo tugged briefly on Medusa's mane and wandered away, tummy grumbling pitifully.


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