This is a private RP for the monthly prompt, between Luna and Yumi.
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March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Spring is near, and as depicted on the tapestries there is a story to tell. Your story. Or perhaps a favored tale from your youth. Whatever the tale, tell it well and you may be able to snag a couple of delightful prizes.
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2026 12:08 pm
Buff Puff had a monotonous journey along the plains; all she could see was an ever-retreating horizon. She had been walking for a couple of days, looking for a particular location from her childhood, which was one she had spent a lot of time in with her sister. On the upside, things were pleasant and warm; the black clouds and bad weather had swirled above her head yesterday. Once it started, it felt like it would never stop, but stop it did. Out in the plains, she had no cover, so she soaked it up. Perhaps she may look a little scruffy now, but smelly? No!
She finally took a rest next to an old fence belonging to an abandoned and overgrown field; it wasn't as tall as she had remembered. Something she had not remembered was some arrows in the ground. Some had been tramped and broken, and others had been left intact. She picked them up and placed them in her bag. A souvenir, perhaps she could trade these later. Buff Puff followed the fence to the crop field maze. Every year, the local farmers would make a new maze. Foolishly, Buff Puff and her sister would try it every year and had to be rescued by their parents. Eventually, they managed it without being rescued, and that is a day she would never forget.
Buff Puff continued onward and found a place to set up a campfire. She pulled out a powder from her bag and released it into the fire, and the flame briefly changed to a green colour and began to smoke. The tinder burned and started to release some more smoke; she hoped her sister would be guided to her location. 'Not long now', she thought to herself as she sat around the campfire and hummed a peaceful tune. She looked forward to seeing her sister; it had been a long time since they had caught up, and they were way overdue a chit-chat.
WC: 331
Themes: sisterly bonding and exploration of the past
The green smoke hadn’t even cleared before a familiar rustle broke the silence of the plains. Bursting through the tall grass, breathless and covered in hitchhiking burrs, was Puff Buff. When she saw the smoke, she had ran all the way here. She didn’t offer a formal greeting; she simply collapsed by the fire with a weary but triumphant grin and gave a "Pffft." to her sister.
PB panted, plucking some of the imposter burrs from her paws. "You did always like the theatrics. I saw that green smoke from miles away and knew you had beaten me here!" It had likely been less than a mile. "Even when we were foals getting lost in those gosh-awful crop mazes, you knew how to get Mom and Da to find us!"
She looked at the old fence and then the broken arrows BP had procured. "Good find." she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I remember when we thought that fence was a mountain, that couldn't be jumped." she chuckled, tossing the final burr into the fire. "That poor little worker bee near the orchard. He looked so ruined after the storm had blown through. I remember the look on your face when I told you I wanted to bring him a whole bunch of flowers! I had felt so sorry for the bee." she snorts, laughing at herself from back then.
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2026 3:39 pm
Buff Puff met her sister with a wide grin, and a compulsion to greet her sister soon had her blowing raspberries in response. "PPPFFFFTTT!!"
"Oh, look! It's my sister, the nature magnet!" she giggled. "Come 'ere!" She shuffled over to her sister and helped her remove some of the burrs that her sister couldn't quite reach. She always disliked how clingy those things were, how annoying!
Buff Puff laughed, "Well, besides the bajillion times we got lost, Mom and Paw definitely had to find us that time I accidentally set the crops on fire. I mean, they just had to! I was only trying to send out a signal." She shrank into herself. "We were in so much trouble, it was a long time before we were allowed anywhere near them again." She pouted at the memory of the aftermath; she hadn't meant to, but she learned a valuable lesson about how flammable the local crops are.
Buff Puff perked up when her sister had mentioned her newfound arrows, "Thanks! I have no use for them, but they look pretty cool, huh?! I am willing to bet they saw some kind of conflict!" The tiger tailed usdia loved a good story, especially ones linked to places she held so dear. "It was a mountain, but look at us now!" She knew that she was definitely taller, but still unable to jump it without some help, but a girl could certainly dream, perhaps she could make a bet with her sister to see if she was able to jump the fence like old times, but she knew better.
"Oh, this old chestnut! Yes, I remember Mr.Buzzy Bee and the great pollen heist", she wrinkled her nose and flicked her tail in amusement. "Hey, my face was only like that because I didn't know where to start! I had never helped a worker bee before!", she lied; she was much more worried about her allergies. Buff Puff even had a pollen allergy, so she was extremely hesitant to help her sister initially. "I told you the bee could help himself, and I fully believed that until you showed me how sad and pathetic he seemed." It was very much in her sister's character to see the good in all, even the creatures that frolicked in powder that made you sneeze and stung you if you annoyed them enough! Wherever her sister went, nature always found a way of flourishing because she was never afraid to help, even from a young age, but this was one of her favourite stories as it was one of the earliest examples of her affinity for nature and all of its creatures, even little worker bees. This was a contrast to herself who was deeply bothered by bees, they made her nervous.
"What were the flowers we got for him again? They were so pretty, but I can't remember the names."
"You would forget!" Puff Buff laughed, a playful whinny sound that echoed through the plains. "They weren't just any flowers. They were those pretty, bell-shaped white and yellow irises—the ones from that eccentric old vendor who set up his stall right near the entrance of the crop maze."
She stretched out a paw, idly toying with the loose, dry dirt at the edge of the crackling fire, her eyes reflecting the dancing amber flames. "You had spent the whole morning bartering your little collection of treasures with him. I remember you tried to convince him the broken pottery you found in the creek were 'relics of a lost pony-tribe.' I think he took pity on our dusty faces and wide eyes, though, because he handed over several massive bundles of flowers for a handful of smooth river stones and a bit of mismatched twine.
Puff Buff shifted, her coat glowing in the firelight as she leaned closer. "But do you remember the problem? We didn't have a single basket, or even a scrap of burlap to carry them back. We were so young then, fueled entirely by whim and not a lick of foresight. We stood there in the dust, staring at these heaps of flowers like they were piles of gold we couldn't lift."
A mischievous glint entered her eyes. "You spent almost an hour meticulously roping the long, sappy green stalks to my sides, over and over again, until I was practically buried in a botanical tomb. My orange coat was completely swallowed up; you couldn't see a patch of fur from my rump to my neck. It was just row after row of waxy white and sunny yellow petals vibrating with every breath I took. When you finally stepped back to survey your handiwork, you didn't just giggle—you started howling with laughter, doubling over until your chest heaved. You shouted that I looked like a giant, overgrown, pollen-covered bumblebee!"
Puff Buff’s grin widened, the nostalgia thick in the air. "We marched home like we were carrying stolen cargo, traversing the long trek back to Mr. Bee. I’m certain Mom and Da were trailing us from the ridge, stifling their own laughter, yet they had the grace to let us struggle through our 'grand hiest' on our own. I had never felt more important. I was so immensely proud of our hard-won harvest, even as I waddled my way back."
Puff Buff gave a little wiggle in her seat by the fire, doing a little movement to imitate her fat bee self.
"Along the way, I actually thought you were upset with me," she continued, her voice softening with the memory. "Your face went all red and swollen, and your eyes were streaming. I thought you were about to burst into tears! But before I could even open my mouth to ask what was wrong, the first sneeze hit. Then the second. Then a dozen more! You were allergic to the very 'treasure' you’d strapped to me. I’m sure to any passerby, we were the most ridiculous spectacle in the valley."
She chuffed a laugh. "Buff Puff, you do remember. You just wanted me to tell the story." she grinned at her sister. "Gosh I've missed you."
WC: 539
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2026 12:32 pm
Buff Puff quirked her brow in though, "Oh yeah! You know, looking back, I wonder why they were so generous. Maybe he took pity on us little babies."
Buff Puff watched her sister closely. Now that the flames had turned into a golden glow, they complemented her beautiful hair; she was the lucky one, she had never managed to make hers work at that length. "This is why I keep collecting, you never know what other people will like, but Mom and Paw wouldn't let me collect too much. There was no possible way I could keep all of the stuff I had found, so I had to be selective. The flower vendor was very gracious to let me barter with them. I could only dream of being that good at trading these days!"
The spikey-haired mare felt the regret flood back to her," At the time, I thought we were being smart. I would chain the flowers, only then I was to suffer from hay fever as a result. You were the one to carry the flowers, but they kept slipping off your sides and back end, I swear, I had my head up your butt half the time I was trying to keep the flowers from falling, tangling or being trampled. It's a wonder that you didn't trip as you carried the flowers because I wasn't sure if you could see when they slipped over your eyes." The mare chucked. She was glad that it was her sister who carried the flowers in the end. You did look pretty, though; you were an honorary flower for just a day, but you looked like a funky caterpillar under those chains of flowers. "
Buff Puff shook her head fiercely,"nuh'uh! I could never be mad. I was more mad at the flowers for making me sick. They made my nose tickle, but then I felt a scratch in my eyes and throat. It had never been that bad before! You know, that's the last time I've bartered for flowers or plants of any kind. NO-THANK-YOU!" She huffed at the memory of frustration, though she wasn't truly frustrated anymore; in fact, she was rather amused by the memory. Had they not tried, she may never have learned this lesson.
"After a clumsy walk, we finally stumbled over to Mr.Bee, where he could receive his flower fortress. I am sure that they were thankful for the pollen, if not the oodles of shade from the sun. I didn't see this at the time, but Mom and Paw say that the flower vendor spoke highly of us and shrank down the miniature size to watch our adventure too. They said they were so happy to see the flowers had been used as an act of kindness. Normally, they sell them for acts of love or for funerals, but this was something new. I'm glad they helped our cause. I'm sure that pile of flowers would have been left somewhere around here now."
Buff Puff flicked her tail and shrugged with energy, "I don't know, I think you tell it best? I do hope Mr.Bee appreciated our efforts. I missed you too sis!"
The two mares hung around for a while longer, exchanging stories of their youth until the fire eventually died, and when they parted ways, they knew that next time they would have more stories to share with each other.
