wherever you are - private, nivata

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    Now look at that! Her eyes danced along with the graceful movements of the flower as she ground sweet grass between her teeth and sucked in breaths of the rich and fresh air. How pretty the little thing was and how delicate too. With just the quickest movement of her nose she could rip it from the earth but she would never do a bad thing like that. That behavior was only reserved for tyrants.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt]A tyrant. Was she one? The commander would never stop to think about such arbitrary things, but nonetheless it was possible of others to think of her as one. She would never think herself to be cruel or oppressive as the definition told, for those were things which the dragoness couldn't consciously comprehend. She would eagerly rip up the flower, yet only because it would delight her to do so - there would be no malice in the movement. Then again, with her view of the world it could also be an accident. Such a small and petty thing could be easily overlooked.


    "MM, HElllo?" she paced forward, striding across the area after landing to greet the horse. You didn't really get many horses round, so it was rather interesting to her. Being the creature that she was, the herbivore didn't need to be afraid of being prey either, despite the large reptile's appearance. "Are you doing anything interesting?"[/fancypost]

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    "Hi!" This was muffled coming from a mouth full of food. She quickly went to swallow but choked and had to cough a bit to get it through. There it went. She turned, finished with the little fiasco and was delighted to see a familiar face though not too familiar. Still recognizable though and someone she could get to know further by chatting with. "Yes indeedy-doodle! I was just watchin' that flower over that." Her rubbery nose was tossed towards the waving daisy. She got so caught up in it again that she stared for a full minute as it bounced before remembering the elephant in the room, rather dragon, and turned back to her.




    "Doesn't sound interesting but it can be. It means the wind is blowing and we'll have some nice days here." And even if rain surprised them she'd still be able to find glee in it by jumping in puddles and practicing her running in the rain. It must be a great feeling if you were a racing horse who's used to that, she'd think to herself.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt]It was an interesting thing to look. Interesting because that wasn't often an answer others gave. It was often eating, or training, sitting or doing something, but never ever just really sitting and looking. Looking was nice.. The dragoness preferred actions, yet she also liked listening. With that in mind she could just sit and try to imagine a story for the flower, or else imagine what it would be like to crush it. But that would be tyrannical, and she wasn't a tyrant. Such a small flower was too close to the delicate youngsters that she enjoyed watching, which meant that youngsters were off limits, at least for now.


    She reached forward, skimming a claw delicately over the plant. Slowly, to not risk breaking it. "Nice days?" she withdrew her paw, laughing under her breath. Yes, it did seem like there'd be nice days soon - she hoped for it. "What about wind makes you think that?" In the desert wind was nice, but she wondered whether there was another reason behind that and something that could lead to a story. Histories were even more fun to listen to; enrapturing, since they were true.[/fancypost]

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