Follow the Breeze (OC x OC)(Any Gender)

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  • My character:


    Her cutie mark represents her enormous heart and compassion for the ones she loves. She is also free-spirited, to go along with her name Breezy Heart. Sorry I cannot really provide much more information, my braaain. Ill definitely have more to say during the roleplay XD


    The plot is simple. Our ponies meet, befriend each other, and eventually fall in love.


    RP:
    The breeze was soft and rustled gently though the plants of the mountain side. Yes, this vacation had been an excellent idea. The bustling streets of Manehattan and the ever busy skies of Cloudsdale, everything seemed so peaceful.


    Breezy Heart was staring sleepily into a gently flowing stream. She was throwing small pebbles and watching as the shallow water rippled. She yawned loudly and stood up. Her wings and body stretched out and she began walking back to her tent. Camping wasn't too bad. She didn't like insects or spiders but there was most silence or the noises of nature.


    As she trotted into the campground, she watched as a group of fillies and colts chased after a rainbow colored butterfly. She smiled as she watched them run by. It was nice to see such energetic foals. She stopped at her tent, sitting on a log near right outside it.

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  • Breezy jumped in response as the stick hit her flank softly. "Wait, what?" She was pulled from a little daydream she was having. She looked around for the culprit, spotting the stallion in the trees who called out to her. "Uh, hi?" She picked up the stick and looked questioningly at him.

  • Timber smiled at her. "What are you doing out in the woods b yourself?" He asked jumping out of the tree and landing gracefully on his hoof. Timber eyed her closely. "Your not from around here, are you?"

  • "Well, I wanted to get away from the noises and my job. And I'm alone because none of my friends want to or had the time to join me." She returned the same watchful gaze as he hopped from tree. "I'm not from here at all."

  • Timber jumped up. "Well then, it's my job to show you the ropes of this town or in your case this small area of the woods." Timber picked up a stick with his magic. "This comes from a tree. It's called a stick just so you know city pony." He winked at her.

  • Breezy puffed up childishly at Timber, blowing a raspberry in his direction. "Oh really sir, such a pony like me has never seen such a foreign object." She stood up from the log she was sitting on and snatched the stick away with her mouth. She spread her wings, hovering above his head, sending a wink back.

  • Timber followed underneather her. "Then maybe you should get out more. I could help with that." He smiled at her.

  • She let the stick fall to the ground and she chuckled a little bit. "Oh? How could somepony like you keep me coming back to a place like?" Breezy swooped down to land carefully nearby. She pushed her glasses up her face, still smiling.

  • "Your ways huh? Should I take that in a good way or bad way. I work with class of foals that have "their ways" of doing things." She teased Timber as he picked the stick.

  • OOC: If you don't mind me saying, Breezy didn't take the stick again. :0


    Breezy smiled. "I can tell. Much taller than a foal." She looked around at the forest. "What kind of fun things can a city pony do around here then?"

  • Timber waved the stick in front of her. "Well first lose the city pony thing and follow me."

  • Timber took the lead. When they got there Pinkie Pie was in the back making a cake. "Hey Pinkie get some cupcakes for this city pony."


    Pinkie smiled and jumped around for the stuff to make cupcakes. "Sure thing Timber."