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For march rp item

Note for myself that their previous friend rp here and I don't remember where the first foal rp was.

Tisiphone called out to her friend Himmel using his nickname. “Shadow I’m ready to hear another story!”
“Come in little one” Himmel boomed out a welcome before warmly laughing from within the cave. Himmel had befriended Tris as a foal. In his mind she would always be perceived as the youngster or a perpetual foal.
Tisiphone stepped into the cave and felt the welcoming warmth that seemed to radiate from the stone itself. A shaft in the ceiling let in natural light. Lit by gentle sunlight, the interior of Himmel home was easy to see despite the dark woods outside. The golden light illuminated the colorful tapestries hanging along the rugged walls. The tapestries created in inviting atmosphere and each tapestry pattern had a story.
Himmel nodded his head toward the wall of tapestries . Himmel asked Tris “which story do you want to hear about today or do you want to learn about the tapestry weaver?” Tris frowned in thought. “Rember you may only choose one story.”
Tris glanced around the room. Each time she was only given one story to compensate her for her long journey. When she was a foal she used to beg Himmel for several stories but the stallion never budged it was always one story for one visit. Yet her decision was easy she knew which story she wanted after all she had been thinking about the shy blue tapestry recently. “Tell me shadow about the lamb and the lion?”
“Aww I will tell you about the true characters of that tapestry. They are a bobcat and a pronghorn. Once upon a time there lived a herd of pronghorn that grew medicinal plants to the east of the mountain range. They were brave pronghorns that traversed the grasslands and mountains despite the many predators in the area. The herd was led by the family matriarch, a female who mate had passed and who offspring had reached adulthood. On a solo journey to the mountains the matriarch discovered a young bobcat who mother had been swept away by the rivers dangerous current. Usually pronghorns avoided bobcats but the young kit was small so the pronghorn placed the young kit in her empty basket. Following the river’s embankment the elder discovered the kits mother had passed on. With little recourse the pronghorn elder brought the kit back to the pronghorn territory. Despite the objections of the most vocal opponents the young bobcat kit was raised similarly to young pronghorns. Yet the bobcat always wondered why is call sounded so different. Yet one day the bobcat was able to protect one of its friends from a wolf. It was that day the bobcat first appreciated that it had sharp nails and teeth to protect its family.”
“You will have to wait to hear the rest of the story” Himmel chuckled “as that story is still playing out and I myself do not know the rest of the tale.”
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