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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Aug 27, 2014 7:31:10 GMT -5
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 4, 2014 18:22:52 GMT -5
The sea. Much, much nicer than the forest or those ruins. But, there were significantly fewer places that she could seek shelter. And ocean storms were notoriously much worse than ones on the mainland. But, that didn't mean Spirit Weaver didn't like to come out here to clear her head every now and again. It was calm. Quiet. Serene.
These things were hard to come by in the Witch's life. Typically, she was bombarded with chaos and havoc. It was great to just... take a walk. Let the world come as it did. Go with the flow and all that. The breeze was, however, starting to get on the grey mare's nerves. Her mane constantly whipped up across her face, temporarily blinding her, and her blue cloak fluttered in the wind, putting a mild strain on her throat as it tried to fly and be free like the bird it apparently wished it was.
She did well at ignoring it, though, and continued along her path, the wet sand crunching beneath her hooves. She hardly noticed it, but the ocean was getting closer and closer to tickling her feet. And, soon, it did. In retaliation, Spirit kicked a good clump of sand, and watched it splash in the (mostly) calm water.
The ocean did not like that. In a single surge, a wave came up and over her, tumbling the unicorn through the sand, like she was just a piece of clothing going through a washing machine. Her cries of surprise turned into something that sounded gargling.
The ocean, thankfully, didn't sweep her away into its murky depths, though, and instead allowed her to simply lay there on the beach again, covered in sand and coughing.
She had been through worse. This was but child's play to what The Witch of the Everfree had gone through! But, if that was the case, why did she nearly shriek and leap away when the gentle tide lapped at her prone figure again? What did she have to be afraid of?
Regardless, she continued on her trek down the coastline, on her way home, soaked to the bone. Of course, she made sure not to be tempting whatever Ocean Gods had it out for her, though, and moved quite far away from the water's edge, settling for staying a bit closer to the treeline. Trees didn't have a habit of falling on her, thankfully.
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 4, 2014 19:25:30 GMT -5
The weary sun was beginning to disappear into the distant sea and Pumpkin let out a gentle sigh. Soon she would have to leave her peaceful reprieve and once again enter the real world where their were cafes that needed cleaning and prepping for tomorrows breakfast rush. She dragged her hoof through the sand, drawing squiggles and spirals around her, delaying the inevitable. She wished that there was more property available near the ocean and that it wasn't so expensive or she'd consider trying to buy some land over here for her cottage, how lovely would that be? The waves swept up to meet her feet and wash away the designs she'd etched in the sand. Pumpkin heaved another, heavier, sigh.
An odd sound from farther down the beach broke the rhythmic sound of the waves, but it was around a corner and Pumpkin was unable to see the source from where she was sitting. Her ears pricked up and her eyes focused as the whole of her attention was brought out of the dreamlike serenity of her relaxation. Had someone been hurt? She should check it out. It hadn't sounded like an emergency though...Pumpkin lifted her self up off the sand, shaking her coat and tail free of the grains that lingered and plodded toward the source of the noise.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 4, 2014 20:39:33 GMT -5
This suddenly sucked. What was supposed to be Spirit's reprieve of a job search turned into a soggy and frustrating affair. And there was no way that she could dry herself off for a while, either. Fire was back home, and runes in the sand were too easily erased for her likings to try that out. She would never forget the time that the sand shifted enough that her simple light source turned into a billowing black smokestack. Needless to say, she stuck to charcoal and stone, now. Much more reliable. Much easier, too.
Her pace quickened at the thought if getting back to her temporary home outside of town and sitting next to a roaring flame, drying off her cloak body. It wasn't much of a home, but it was something to break the wind. Though rain... Not so much. At least she got here in the dying days of summer. Gave her time before it got really cold at night. Spirit had jut finished sarcastically asking if it could get any better when she spotted a figure a bit away. Sigh. This was going to be great, wasn't it.
She had to now explain to somepony not only why she was soaked by why she was heading /out/ of town at sunset. Maybe she could think of a story within the next few seconds?
She shot down her first immediate thought. Maybe a story that didn't involve claiming she was a dimension traveller. That would be nice.
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 10, 2014 17:53:51 GMT -5
As Pumpmkin rounded the corner, a grey unicorn mare came into view. She was dripping wet and looking very put out with her situation. In fact, she wasn't looking much like she wanted to be bothered by Pumpkin at all. For a few seconds, Pumpkin considered just nodding a brief greeting and continuing on down the beach. She had never seen the mare before, and she didn't seem to be in any type of distress, must've just gotten caught off guard by one of the larger waves that were bringing in the evening tide.
But there was something about this mare. Pumpkin couldn't put her finger on it, maybe it was the hunched way that mare walked, as though she was trying to disappear or maybe it was the way her bright eyes gleamed but Pumpkin felt compelled to talk to her. Perhaps even offer her some help. When she was within earshot, Pumpkin greeted the mare "Hello, do you need some help? I heard you yell, and well..." Pumpkin didn't want to mention how miserable and pitiful the mare looked soaked like she was.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 10, 2014 22:51:05 GMT -5
Wait. Maybe the pony would just walk on by? That would be nice, wouldn't it? Subconsciously, she began to lower herself more, almost seeming like she was cringing, shying away from any sort of contact. But, maybe that was what drew the mare to her even more. So, maybe next time walk proud and tall when trying to get ignored. Or don't go to the beach by yourself. That would probably work, too. Oh, and not angering the Ocean Gods.
You know, there were a lot of things Spirit had done wrong, here.
But, when Pumpkin approached her, she put on her best smile, and did quite well at not looking too horrible, "Oh, no, Ma'am," she claimed, "I'm doing just fine! Just had a little.... disagreement.... with the ocean back there."
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Post by Pumpkin Spice on Sept 11, 2014 7:20:49 GMT -5
The mares demeanor changed upon Pumpkins approach, and once again Pumpkin was sure that the mare had wanted to avoid contact with her altogether. She felt a little guilty for interrupting this stranger, who clearly wanted nothing to do with Pumpkin or anything she had to say. Usually, Pumpkin was the type to mind her business and she wasn't particularly sure why she had chosen not to do so this time. The mare brushed her off, claiming she was fine and needed no assistance.
Pumpkin was beginning to feel silly and self conscious for stopping to bother her in the first place. "Er, well, alright then." The mare was still dripping, leaving wet spots in the sand where she stood, "Are you staying somewhere? Do you need somewhere to dry off?" Pumpkin bit her tongue, what was she doing? The mare was clearly handling her situation, she should just walk away.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 11, 2014 14:35:39 GMT -5
Spirit did not lie. Sure, she left out pieces of the truth sometimes, but she never outright lied. And as such, she really didn't want to admit her current situation to Pumpkin, lest she sound like she was begging for handouts. But... there wasn't a way to easily sneak around the truth this time. So... well... fuck it.
"I'm headed off to my temporary residence out in the ruins," she claimed, as if it wasn't a big deal to admit such a thing, "I could start a fire rather easily to clean up, too. It's really not too big of a thing. Been out there for... a few weeks now, I think."
She felt like she needed to add this next piece, as well, "And before you start with any 'you poor thing' type of deal, just know that I've grown used to this kind of stuff. Been on the road for a few years, now."
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