Re: Tending to the Forest (For Thyme)
Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 10:05 pm
She noted the way that he carefully picked his way about the forest, bypassing her handiwork so as not to disturb it. She appreciated the thoughtful effort- not every stallion or mare would be kind enough to notice what she had done, and be concerned enough to make sure that it did not come to harm. Most of her bondmates were rambunctious, which often lead to disaster. She wouldn't even contemplate showing them her garden for fear that they would trod all over it. Yet, with Thyme, she knew that the flora and fauna were safe. Not to mention herself- she felt comforted by his presence.
She felt her shoulders loosen, uncoiling from the pent up tension. She trotted lightly up next to him, her hooves easily picking a path between the plants. She dipped her antlered head elegantly and smiled a bright, yet tentative smile. He was gentleman enough to let her lead, and kind enough to lead the conversation, which put her at ease. She silently applauded him. This was the kind of company she needed to keep!
At his praise, she blinked prettily, and flushed slightly in embarrassment. She had never really been complimented on her work here before- although again, not many had been able to view it.
It was not always quite this easy, she said quietly. It took years for me to note how the forest responded to certain plants. What their patterns were. Exactly how much room they needed to grow and flourish. My earliest work tended to be wild, and required a lot more maintenance. I... I would love to see your home sometime. Not many appreciate it, the forest that is. she added, coloring again slightly.
I transported quite a few plants in, she admitted with another soft smile. A few from here, a few from there. I love wildflowers, although growing them is so contrary to my usual methods. Winterberries? I would love to see them. I hear they're lovely at this time of year. It's unfortunate that they do not grow here.
She paused for a moment, her ears flicking forward slightly as she caught the sound of the distant crash of water. The waterfall was nearby- she would recognize that din anywhere!
She danced forward a few paces, her eyes lighting with excitement. Her translucent wings flicked as she enjoyed the feeling of the faint breeze against them. She loved the waterfall- the spray of the mist and the lichen that grew on the rocks always intrigued and amused her. They could get a drink there and chat some more, she was sure! She stopped quite suddenly, shocked by her interest in the stallion. She was enjoying their conversation immensely, something she never though she would find herself thinking. She was a bit of a loner of sorts- not quite like the others. Not as outspoken, not as aggressive or playful or pretty even. She didn't view herself as attractive- she was too modest for that. She had always been the mare in the background, shyly tucking herself away from all of the hubbub. And yet, here she was, on an adventure of sorts, chatting amicably with a stallion no less!
For a moment, she was fiercely proud of herself.
There's a waterfall up ahead, she called out. We can get a drink there, for sure!
She felt her shoulders loosen, uncoiling from the pent up tension. She trotted lightly up next to him, her hooves easily picking a path between the plants. She dipped her antlered head elegantly and smiled a bright, yet tentative smile. He was gentleman enough to let her lead, and kind enough to lead the conversation, which put her at ease. She silently applauded him. This was the kind of company she needed to keep!
At his praise, she blinked prettily, and flushed slightly in embarrassment. She had never really been complimented on her work here before- although again, not many had been able to view it.
It was not always quite this easy, she said quietly. It took years for me to note how the forest responded to certain plants. What their patterns were. Exactly how much room they needed to grow and flourish. My earliest work tended to be wild, and required a lot more maintenance. I... I would love to see your home sometime. Not many appreciate it, the forest that is. she added, coloring again slightly.
I transported quite a few plants in, she admitted with another soft smile. A few from here, a few from there. I love wildflowers, although growing them is so contrary to my usual methods. Winterberries? I would love to see them. I hear they're lovely at this time of year. It's unfortunate that they do not grow here.
She paused for a moment, her ears flicking forward slightly as she caught the sound of the distant crash of water. The waterfall was nearby- she would recognize that din anywhere!
She danced forward a few paces, her eyes lighting with excitement. Her translucent wings flicked as she enjoyed the feeling of the faint breeze against them. She loved the waterfall- the spray of the mist and the lichen that grew on the rocks always intrigued and amused her. They could get a drink there and chat some more, she was sure! She stopped quite suddenly, shocked by her interest in the stallion. She was enjoying their conversation immensely, something she never though she would find herself thinking. She was a bit of a loner of sorts- not quite like the others. Not as outspoken, not as aggressive or playful or pretty even. She didn't view herself as attractive- she was too modest for that. She had always been the mare in the background, shyly tucking herself away from all of the hubbub. And yet, here she was, on an adventure of sorts, chatting amicably with a stallion no less!
For a moment, she was fiercely proud of herself.
There's a waterfall up ahead, she called out. We can get a drink there, for sure!