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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:16 am
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Eyes widening a bit when he blew out both of their candles, a bit of the nerves that had been bubbling under the surface of her skin eased up and a shy smile crossed her face once more. She had been thinking that it had something to do with her mother, since she hadn't heard from the other aquatic since she'd left the darkness of the sea. Neither had she heard from either of her siblings she'd been looking for, but that didn't shock her since they'd basically turned their backs on she and her mother, and now her mother was doing the same. It hadn't been all that long, so the little blue flame had seemed to make some level of sense in that regard. Or maybe she was just so used to morbid given her bedtime stories had been about horror and panicked terror of war.
Gently she sat her candle down on the table beside his and nodded her head at his statement. Maybe it wasn't correct to call an Alicorn's ritual nonsense but Raripila had begun to believe that you could make your own path despite what life pitched at you. "And that ends that, fate reverted." She glanced upward at him and gently kicked at the snow beneath her hooves, marveling that he was so calm around so many others.
"I... lived in the dark for a long time with only one other. When I came up above the waves I promised myself to see something new, but.... at least this is different than the mixer last week. Someone told me there'd be flowers but, but they were a little different than I expected." A blush crossed her face and she reached up to tug at the bright red glow of her lure responding to that embarrassment. "M-my names Raripila." She wasn't so good with communication, which others had told her was a terrible thing, but introductions were a first step, right? While she'd never be a wallflower or comfortable around large groups like were at the festival at least one on one she could try to push past her nerves.
WC: 356
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RozeyBear generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:50 pm
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 A festival seemed a decent enough place to chase away the boredom that seemed to cling around the young reindeer pony more often than not nowadays. Dancer donned one of her best dresses, similar to the one she'd worn to the nightclub not long ago and twisted her hair up onto an elegant chignon bun at the base of her skull. She'd even pinned small flowers in the mass of platinum blonde.
Though now, walking up the candle stand, she couldn't imagine why she'd gone through all this trouble. Okay, honestly, she'd done it because she enjoyed prettying herself up but other than that? No reason. She wasn't necessarily trying to impress anyone and if she did, then... Well, good for her.
Bright blue eyes blinked at the candle being slipped into her hooves and she was instructed to light it. She did as she was asked, laughing softly when the flame sparked to life as a brilliant shade of red. She stayed silent as it was explained that a red flame meant new love for the year and once she had stared at the dancing flame for long enough, she blew out the candle and thanked the pony at the stand.
As ridiculous as it seemed, she knew better than to shun a ritual of any sort.
Word Count: 218
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Emalthya generated a random number between
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2!
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SSBrosB generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 9:12 am
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Sunny Skies was now an officially full-fledged adult! In body. Not in mind. His mind certainly hadn't seemed to catch up with his growth spurt. Oh well, that just meant he was always looking at the bright side! He wasn't sure what to expect of this event, and had only been told that it was for "adult" ponies when he was a foal, but now that he was here, he could see what the fuss was all about! And when he approached for one of the candles, he got blue! His favorite color! Hooray! He didn't actually hear what the meaning of the color was, but the fact that it was blue meant that it was a-okay with him!
He wandered around a bit, trying to see if there were any games that he was interested in and seeing if any of his friends could be found, but alas, for him, he couldn't find any of them. It made him a bit sad, but if his current friends weren't here, then that meant that he could go out and find some NEW friends! Hooray!
((Sunny Skies is open for interaction))
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 7:30 am
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tab He snorted at the comment of fate, although it wasn't ill-willed. He didn't care much for the tradition of candle lighting, especially when the Alicorn who represented it all seemed to hate the idea of the entire festival. He wondered what it was like to be an Alicorn; placed into a role that seemed far bigger than one ought to have. He remembered reading in school Alicorn's had to do their job or else they'd slowly begin to die. What logic was that? What was the point in forcing someone into a domain if they didn't enjoy it? For a moment, he glanced at Valentine, eyes narrowed as the Alicorn seemed busy handing out candles. Rough.
tab And then the other aquatic began talking, directing his attention to her. His head tilted, a short laugh escaping him. The mixer? That crock of s**t? Okay, maybe he was just grumpy, but Queeqeg had dragged him to that, too, and gotten absolutely hammered in the process, leaving Ishmael to drag him home and sleep on the hair dressers floor. He hadn't noticed her there. Maybe he would have liked to, he wondered. She was fairly quiet and seemed more agreeable than half the ponies he met there, although Dancer had been nice enough. Talkative, but nice, he supposed. His eyes watched her tug at the lure before he gave his own name.
tab "Ishmael," he offered, eyes dragging to note the festival stalls around them before returning his focus on her. "Were you at a singles mixer? With the loud music, flowers, and a lot of... glitter, for some reason?" A lot of glitter. It took him days to get it out of his hair. "I was there, too."
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Abeno Seimei generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2019 1:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2019 7:00 pm
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tab Ishmael snorted at the flower confession, eyes flicking to the Alicorn of Love. Yeah, now that he thought about it, there was a lot of traditional gifting things to Alicorns. How dull. His ear flicked when she admitted she wished they had met at the mixer, eyes narrowing for a moment. Yeah, that would have been nice, actually...
tab And then she smiled at him. His mouth tightened, cheeks growing... warmer? He found that word floating back in his head; 'cute'. He glanced away before responding, focusing intently on a nearby game stall.
tab "I did," his voice was laced with irritation, a hint that his friend had brought him unwillingly. "He dragged me here without even letting me know this was the end goal. No warning." He paused, returning his gaze to her, eyes glowing under his long mane. ".... Although, I suppose I should return home with a trinket of some sort. I think that's how you're supposed to do festivals..." He glanced back at the gaming stalls, though crossing his features.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 1:31 pm
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 Sunny noticed that Aviary had gotten taller, but he didn't mind. Some ponies were taller, some were shorter! That's just the way it went! He managed to keep himself from bumping into the booth when they finally got there, and looked at the plushies that were available. "We can try and get one! Or I can try if you aren't good at it. But I can't say I'm too good at it either. But let's try to get one at least!" He said, putting a couple of bits on the table.
The operator of the booth then handed him a ball, and all he had to do was land it into one of the baskets. The smaller ones, which could win the plush, were barely big enough to catch the ball. But Sunny would aim for it anyway!
And so, he threw the ball using his nose!
One would say that he could have been great at playing the basket game. If he got a haircut.
Instead it sailed over way into the back, and bounced around a few times, before landing in one of the larger baskets. The vendor only chuckled. Sunny tried to see what had happened, but assumed that he didn't get it in, and grabbed another ball since he got 3 chances to make it.
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