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Date Posted: 06:29:14 07/23/03 Wed
In reply to:
Lil' Mist
's message, "*Good Things Come In Small Packages*" on 22:46:03 07/20/03 Sun
~some things in life are bequeathed to one from their parents, while other things must be earned. for example, a foal retains certain likenesses to its dam and sire, but it does not, however, earn trust by merely being born. there is no reason to worry if you know the way in which to gather glory, become trustworthy, and the likes. you just need to prove yourself. now, this has very little to do with C's thoughts, feelings, or any of that, but rather just a little thought to throw out into the open. if some things must be earned, what about the spoiled children? do they have to earn anything if they have lenient, generous parents?
can a blind man see beauty? perhaps he can, perhaps he can't. C reminisced about those days when Belle was his "eyes" and then he went all over until he got to the party at Sun Kissed Beach where the curtain lifted from the glassy globes. beaches were wondrous places; the wind can ruffle your mane and tousle your tail; the water can carry your body so you float atop the waves and are nary to sink; the sand can encrust your legs and turn to a form of sloppy mud when wettened. he yearned for a setting sun sinking slowly beneath the vast ocean as dusk settled its grasp on the lands.
lobes flickering to catch the sound of Lil' Mist ripping the innocent, helpless grass from its home. he could almost imagine the green blades to scream "Save me!" above the whistling breeze, bringing thoughts of murderer to mind, but then he remembered that grass was inanimate and thought no more of it. the large pair of eyes focused on the only presence remaining near, Belle. he wondered if she had anything to say to him, but didn't want to be too forward and ask. maybe she would just blurt out, My name is Belle and I've a story to tell!, but likely not. the females seemed to be quieter than usual, not uttering their usual chatter of pointless things. he wasn't quite in the mood for talking, but he figured he was gonna have to at the rate words were spilling out of their mouths~
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((ooc: a "3 Days Notice" until I leave for the beach again, mateys!(sp?) *settles into her old groove of writing nonsense like screaming grass and weird philosophical thinkings*))
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