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Date Posted: 13:16:08 01/15/03 Wed
Author: Brush Fire and Apollo
Subject: .crimson.and.clover.
In reply to: Deepest Desire 's message, ""Dear, dear." The mare murmurs to herself." on 00:15:23 01/15/03 Wed

Her lids slid closed in an extended blink before the tenebrous mare turned blazing orbs toward her old friend. The harsh snap back into the real world brought her heart to her eyes, and it lingered there momentarily. Fear, regret, desperation, and depression overtook the empty expression she had carried and our garrulous Brushy stared wordlessly out from the depths of her misery.

Comforted by the gentle touch, a gesture he had come to appreciate for its rarity in this family, the winged colt untangled himself and hesitantly rose to his feet. Obviously, something was wrong with Mother. This was a source of much juvinile anxiety, for Apollo loved his mother, depended on her for more than just milk. Brushy was his heroine in gold, and, fear her though he may, the steely colt admired her for being able to instill that fear.


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[> [> [> She felt. Her heart going out for this mare who she barely recognised, angst tainting all over. -- Deepest Desire, 02:32:10 01/17/03 Fri

What had originally been an endless emptiness within the mare's eyes had changed and in return, Desire shifts her weight to one said, head tilted at an angle to face the mare.

"Brush Fire, I'm worried about you."

What an understatement that had been. Seeing her dearest friend sink into the trenches of extreme dejection had indeed broken away in her own sanity but she halted her descent before it was too late.

"No, I lie. I'm more than worried."


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[> [> [> [> Return -- Jesar and Medusa, 10:21:39 01/17/03 Fri

The copper stallion trudges in, met halfway by the amazing bouncing Medusa. He flashed her a short grin before continuing, crestfallen, to Brushy's side. The sight of her made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach. She looked so utterly miserable. Heck, he felt utterly miserable. And he couldn't bare to tell her that his mother hadn't even bothered to talk to him.

Medusa watched her father trudge over to her mother, a bit lost. What was the matter with them? The air was cold and sharp, perfect for flying. Why didn't daddy fly? Why did he always insist on walking of all things? She shrugs a rainbiow-ed black shoulder.


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[> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 19:06:29 01/17/03 Fri

She stared blankly at Jesar, and for the first time, the mere sight of him did not send her heart aflutter. Heaving a sigh, she advoided his eyes, unwilling and unable to carry his weary load in addition to her own. Easier to ignore this father of her children and let him fend for himself, just as she was learning to do. To be the sheltered pride of ones mother was proving a serious setback in life, especially when said mother was off who knows where. But enough of this. Brushy squared her shoulders and tilted her chin up bravely, "I'll manage, Desire."

Encouraged by the weakness of his elders, the colt chimed in, "Hungry!"


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[> [> [> [> [> [> He bites his lip. -- Jesar, 19:16:52 01/17/03 Fri

He felt his eyes sting with tears, and he frowned at himself. How could he be so silly? Everyone was fine, and everyone was relatively happy... weren't they? The charcoal grey colt awoke him from his senses. "Apollo, shh!" He admonished the colt, giving a warning look to Medusa as well, who stuck her tongue out and sulked away. Were foals always so hungry? "Brushy," He began, but stopped. He wanted to release the dam of words that so threatened to overflow. He wanted Desire's help, he wanted it for Brushy. He loved her, and it made him feel terrible when he saw her like this. He caused all this mischief, his mother not speaking to him, nor his mate. Wait - were they mates? He wasn't even sure of that anymore.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 19:28:17 01/17/03 Fri

She summoned a courageous half smile and admonished gently, "It's alright, Jesar. They're only little. Come here, Apollo, Medusa." The twins were her weary load to tote, Brushy decided. No matter, t'would never be light.

Practically squirming with pleasure beneath her attention, the winged youngster plastered himself once more to his dam's side, smiling up at her agreeable, if distant, face appealingly.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Sigh -- Jesar and Medusa, 19:35:08 01/17/03 Fri

She attaches herself to the other side of her mom's sleek black barrel, craning her head up at her, then around at Apollo with interest. She glared at her father begrudgingly, emitting a miniature snort at him.

He smiled tensely in return, nudging her neck gently with a copper muzzle. "Brushy, you're amazing," He says simply, then proffers a nudge to each of his children, particularly Apollo.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire, 19:49:30 01/17/03 Fri

"I don't know what you mean, darling." She replied, the answer automatic, as if programmed. Doing her best act of 'motherly love', she half heartedly proceeded to clean Medusa, though, had she known her daughter, she might have decided it beneath the fiesty filly's dignity.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Indignance on the part of a certain black filly -- Medusa, 10:36:23 01/18/03 Sat

~NO mom!~ She squealed. The bathing, she found, was a serious infringment on her dignity. All the same, she stood still for her mother, pouting something terrible.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 15:20:36 01/18/03 Sat

Doggedly she finished grooming, despite Medusa's annoyance. "There," she pronounced, nodding tiredly to her daughter, "done." Blank faced, she resisted the urge to fall upon a lake of water to rinse her tounge. Such contact revolted her, and the taste left in her mouth was enough to make her physically ill. It was not so much the act itself, but the surrender of it, that made her sway inwardly, before the universe granted her swirling soul enough steel to lock her knees and clear her face.

Still pathetically happy beneath Brushy's sudden acceptance, Apollo entangled himself in her legs, slumping to fit beneath her attractively thin form. Encouraged by her patience, he fluttered his wings and called cheerfully to his sulking twin, "Hide!"


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> From what? -- Medusa, 12:07:16 01/19/03 Sun

She sniffs at her brother, then grins evilly. Flopping down, she sits her full weight on her brother, faking a huge yawn. ~Ok, time to sleep!~ She says, smirking, then snuggling into his back. ~You're bony, Apollo~


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> A long way off. -- Deepest Desire, 23:16:38 01/19/03 Sun

It was faraway that Brushy could ever be the same as she were before, bright and happy but this temporary contentness, however clumsily molded and artificial it may be, it would show her what it was like before. She smies in what she hopes is in an encouraging manner, what she was doing was right although Jesar she was unsure of. Having never even spoken to the stallion, she knew not what to say to him and so kept her mouth shut.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 10:05:33 01/20/03 Mon

Apollo held an active comtempt for anyone who ordered him around without having first earned his respect or fear. His jaw set in a frown. So far this twin sister of his had failed to impress him. "No," he responded stoutly, sticking out his tounge from the saftey of his mother's protection. Pleased with himself, he beamed up at Brush Fire, never dreaming that smiles and tolerance were only the shadow of her love.

Brushy, for her part, stared steadily back at her son, noting with contempt that he resembled a calf waiting for the butcher. She shook herself inside, and raised her head to look at Desire. The silence between them was noteable, even for unanalytical Brushy in her most absent mood, and she wondered why she could not remember whether they had been introduced. "Desire, you remember Jesar, don't you? My mate. Jesar, this is Desire. My oldest friend."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Hello -- Jesar and Medusa, 18:54:21 01/20/03 Mon

She glares at her brother, irked by his impudence. She clumsily pins his head down with a tiny hoof, flapping her wings around to maintain her balance. ~Momma's boy,~

"Hello Desire," he says politely. He wanted to talk to Desire and find out more about Brushy, she never had told him much about herself.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 19:06:20 01/20/03 Mon

"Ouuush!" He kicked out wildly with a hoof, aiming in the general direction of his sister. The movement gave him enough momentum to free himself from her dominent position, and he immediately flew to his feet, bumping Brushy harshly. His eyes flew wide and he skittered away from his mother, slamming into Medusa in his flight.


Her boy's obvious fear of her registered only vaugly. Slowly, and as deliberately as a plow horse, she turned away from his wide-eyed terror and informed the stallion and mare, "I'm going to go for a little walk." Without waiting for a response, she plodded slowly off toward the hot spring.


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