by puddssoul » Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:04 am
Anastasia was all too used to things like this and immediately realized that Snowy was trying to tell her that something was wrong. Her first thought was: Coal. The two were inseperable, it had to be him! But as soon as she saw that crumpled form, she knew it was little Isabelle, and her heart quickened. "Isabelle," She murmured, crossing her fingers that the stables hadn't just suffered another tragedy -- but then she saw Isabelle's tail flicker and she knew life was still with her. "Thank goodness." She murmured, then kneeled down beside her. Isabelle nickered weakly at her owner, and Anastasia, strong from working with chubs, gently helped her to stand. A new, almost frightening-looking chub came up on her other side, and they safely sandwhiched Isabelle between them, helping her slowly but surely to her stall. Coal motioned for Snowy to come, then slowly followed them with the little foal on his back as the child looked around herself with wonder, glad to see her mother up again, she was reassured and made soft chortling noises as they trotted along.
Fireworks was busy trying to lie upside down when he heard his father and gently tilted his head back, grinning and giggling at him, his father looked funny upside-down. "Wuv oo," He chirped, prodding his father slightly with a hoof. "Awwwww," Hana chirped, kissing the top of her son's head. "Wuv oo twoo," Fireworks added, prodding his mother as well. "And ooo. And ooo." He added after looking at Prism and Sammy. Both of the younger mares giggled, Prism had grown into nearly an adult by now, just slightly shorter than Sammy and perhaps a bit smaller in stature. "That has to be the cutest thing I've ever seen," Sammy admitted, grinning at him as she gently patted her younger brother's mane. Prism nodded in agreement, glancing toward the door as she saw a form pass by between a human and a chub, her eyes went wide as she sniffed at the air and the familiar scent filled her. "Mom?" She whimpered, standing and going to the door, seeing her mother, like a limp ragdoll between the two of them, her tail dragging on the floor, her head limp, eyes open but listless.
"You know, I think I was born there, or created there, or whatever... I'm not really sure. One day I just woke up there. I lived under the water for a while before I came here." Fishbowl replied, remembering his days of being under the waves with all of the underwater life, the fish, the seahorses. "That's cool that you like singing. I'm more of an artist myself." He pointed to his little black satchel. "I always carry paper and my colored pencils with me. My human bought them for me when I got here and she adopted me." He grinned crookedly. "I don't think Chippy's any odder a name than Fishbowl." He replied, then added, "You do have a lovely singing voice, Hope. Maybe you could have a concert here sometime for all of the chubs! I bet the foals would love you!"
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