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MAKING A NEW PART. SAVE YOUR COMMENTS FOR THE NEXT PART

Moonheart:

He held her for a minute longer, then relaxed his wings. "You okay now?"

Duskheart:

She stopped crying, calming down considerably.

Moonheart:

He held her close.

( WOAH OMG. oh and to answer your question Stormsun, Ivorydale is in Silver Herd 0

Duskheart:

She sniffed, the quiet and calm helped her to calm down.

Moonheart:

He slowly folded her into his big wings, shutting out the scary sounds and all the pegasi.

Winterbreeze:

Her ears flicked. SHe wasn't sure if she wanted him hugging her sister, but it was Duskheart's choice.

(overprotective sister mode engaged)

Duskheart:

Her eyes softened slightly as she nodded slowly.

Moonheart:

She was so young, he realized. "Do you need a hug?" he murmured. (AHHHHH MY BOOOOY!!!)

Aquatree:

She pricked her ears. "Oh. Umm... hi." She smiled.

Duskheart:

She looked at Moonheart, "H...hi..." She squeaked quietly.

Moonheart:

He knelt. "Hey," he said softly.

Aquatree:

She sat in the cave, flicking her ear. She still had the disgusting taste of medicine in her mouth.

Duskheart:

She was trembling, her wings folded tightly across her back.

Moonheart:

He stepped forward quietly. He knew he might be less threatening than Iceroot: he was quieter, gentle.

Duskheart:

She stepped back a step, her eyes wide as she shakes her head, still terrified.

Iceroot:

"May I see the wound?" She asked Duskheart gently.

(Back!)

Moonheart:

He shrank back against the cave wall, his heart pounding. He was NOT used to this. He'd always been alone, always been LONELY and he was NOT READY!

Duskheart:

She tucked her wings tightly over her back, hiding the gash beneath her feathers, her ears pinned back in slight fear.

Winterbreeze:

They reached the medicine cave. "My sister needs to be treated," She said, walking into the cave.

Iceroot:

"Ok," SHe said, walking over to them.

Duskheart:

She sniffs, nodding sadly.

(Ah, I kinda wanna retrack my statement then if it's only been a few hours, I feel like I rushed Violetfeather if we haven't gotten far.)

Winterbreeze:

SHe looked at her little sister. "Those colts were there at the same time as us would have seen us. The amount of noise you made wouldn't have stopped them from seeing us," She told Duskheart.

Duskheart:

"Still...maybe we wouldn't have been caught..." She muttered.

(I gtg for about 15 mins)

Pinebranch: He nuzzled her neck to comfort her. Aquatree: She sprang to her hooves and raced past the others towards Duskheart and Winterbreeze.

Winterbreeze:

"You were just having fun and being a foal," She said. "They would have seen us eventually."

Pinebranch:

He nuzzled her neck to comfort her.

Aquatree:

She sprang to her hooves and raced past the others towards Duskheart and Winterbreeze.

(BACK FOR A TEENY BIT. What'd I miss?)

Duskheart:

She sniffed, "It's not your fault..." She murmured, "I was the one who made all the noise..."

Winterbreeze:

"I'm sorry," SHe nickered to Duskheart. "I had no idea that the grass was so close to Silver Herd," SHe said, remembering the whole reason they were over here in the first place.

(how much time has past in their time? FOr us it's been a few days, but for them only a few hours, right?)

Duskheart:

She nodded, walking alongside her sister.

Winterbreeze:

"Come on," She nickered gently, keeping a wing around Duskheart. "We can get the medicine mare to look at your side."

Duskheart:

She sniffs, nodding slowly, "O...ok..." She murmured, getting shakily to her hooves.

Winterbreeze:

"I know," She nickered. "We can't go home yet, but eventually we can, I promise." She wasn't fully sure about that, but she knew it would help. "And we'll get your side taken care of, ok?" She gave Duskheart a small squeeze.

Duskheart:

"I...I'm scared..." She sobbed, "A...and I hurt...and...and I want Mama and Papa!" She sobbed, burying her muzzle into her sister's wing.

WInterbreeze:

"Duskheart!" She reached her little sister, and skidded to a halt. SHe kneeled next to her and wrapped her in her wings. "What happened?" SHe nickered.

Duskheart:

She still didn't hear her sister, nor did she watch where she was going. She tripped on a large stone, sending her sprawling to the snow covered ground, tears streaming down her face in pain and sorrow.

Winterbreeze:

She ran after her sister, trying to get to her before she got hurt. "Duskheart!" SHe whinnied again.

Duskheart:

She didn't hear her sister, her mind was racing,

Run

Hide

Escape

Get Home

Get Help for Us

Tears streamed down her face as she ran, her little legs pounding and her feathers ruffled in fear and pain, her side burning in pain from the gash she had received earlier.

The foal looked up towards Pinebranch and then to Winterbreeze, her own mind making up a realization that she came to terms with;

Nobody truly cared, nobody truly understood.

As tears kept trickling down both of her cheeks, she met the eyes of the two steeds as she lets her ears flop.

(Oop- Bye Stormsun!)

Larkflight:

Her feathers ruffled. What she hadn’t told anyone, was that she had a crush on Redmoon... she would hate for him to get the cold stab.

Winterbreeze:

"Wha- Duskheart!" She whinnied, racing after her sister.

(gtg)

Waspwing:

"Then maybe I'll have him go with someone."

(UGH bye)

Duskheart:

Barely able to handle it any longer, she bolted away, her ears pinned back, her wings ruffled.

(My poor girl...she's so scared...she's TRYING to escape...not that it's going to work...OOF!)

Larkflight:

”They don’t have to know...” she thought for a moment. “But Redmoon already knows. I told him.”

Pinebranch:

He flattened his ears and looked at her, is eyes full of worry.

Waspwing:

He growled. "I KNOW. I'm thinking! I will pick steeds to go, but not yet." He shook his head. "My Herd needs to calm down. When they found out my own fillies are captured they'll think I can't protect anyone."

Larkflight:

”We at least have to try!”

Duskheart:

She looked around worriedly, her eyes wide and anxious, 'Where's Papa?' She thought, 'D...doesn't he know we're here? Isn't he coming to rescue us?' She thought again.

Winterbreeze:

She looked at Violetfeather worriedly. "Are you hurt?" She asked the weanling.

Her lips kept themselves sealed tight, the birds chirping, feathers falling, hooves tapping, snorting, nickering, whinnying, nothing could reach her ears at the moment.

Happy thoughts...

That's what her dam says, Happy thoughts, think positive...

What good is thinking positive when she has no power to make things happen? To save herself, to save others...? Here she was, captured and guided away, all she can do is complain and snap at her fellow herd-mates and develop premature crush over a dumb compliment, pretty her flank.

Frostwing:

He began to fly back to the herd, his mind wandering. He did love Faithcloud... but he loved Darkberry better.

Duskheart:

She stood there, trembling.

Snowfrost:

He snorted, looking around for his father.

Pinebranch:

He blushed and pricked his ears at Duskheart, and at Violetfeather. He whirled around and kneeled down next to her. "Are you alright?" He nickered softly.

Winterbreeze:

SHe turned around, hearing Violetfeather fall down. She cantered over to her. "Are you ok?" She asked.

The appaloosa filly would slowly turn her head to where she last remembered where they came from. Every fiber of her tiny being had that screaming desire to turn and bolt back, bolt back towards home. Where her mother is at, where she can be lonely in peace and safety like she had been for around eight, long months. Her anger, welling up inside the small youth caused her body to start convulsing, her legs followed seconds later as she swishes and flicks her tail rapidly from side to side, left to right, up and down, curl this way, curl that way.

Gritting her teeth, narrowing her eyes, her ears still pinned sharply, her wings slowly unfurling from both sides.

Stop.

Being angry won't do anything.

With that, Violetfeather collapses where she stood, resting herself down on the ground while her chest burns, her heart aches, her mind clouded. She wanted to cry. Soft sniffles spill from her lips as she closes her eyes shut, letting the droplets soak into the soil, loosening the grains of dirt at her knees.

Duskheart:

She squeaked, pressing up against her sister.

Winterbreeze:

"Thanks," She said.

Violetfeather was aloof of her surroundings, foals trying too hard to get partners, screaming brats, the Cold Stab, missing her dam, wishing she was more important to River Herd than she really is. Things crossed her mind over and over and over again as she made distance between herself and the bunch she grew to realize that she couldn't stand. She looked around her environment yet again, when she thought of escape plans, examined the mannerisms of the other steeds, her own mental condition, she merely came to the conclusion that she was no more than dumb, stupid, pathetic, weak, too young. She should of never wandered away from her dam even a winglength away, she should of stayed, maybe she wasn't even meant to be born with how incapable she views herself. Stupid,

stupid,

stupid,

stupid... She dragged her hoof against the soil and snow rather sharply and she stood there, her ears pinned sharply back as her wings were tightly tucked at her sides as she counted the hours, minutes, seconds that go by with her being left to her own lonesome. How come my grandfather was a black foal and the child of a over-stallion and lead mare while I have nothing...?

Her mind seemed bitter, negativity clouded her thoughts as her vision blurs,

I wish I grew up with friends or siblings...

Pinebranch:

"Oh, that's pretty," he nickered.

WInterbreeze:

Pinebranch, she thought. That's a cool name. "Winterbreeze," She said.

Pinebranch:

"Oh, umm..." he nervously shifted. "P-Pinebranch..." He stiffened. "What about you?"

(also, I may be on and off a bit because I'm doing hw rn)

WInterbreeze:

"What's your name?" SHe asked him, noticing that they've had a couple conversations but never really introduced themselves.

(ACK sorry I left, I had to take my meds. My computer stays on the entire 20 minutes when I have lunch, but then turned off when I take less than ten minutes to take meds. THAT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE)

Pinebranch:

His ears got hot and he looked away.

WInterbreeze:

"That's an understatement," She snorted, shaking her mane.

Pinebranch:

He nodded. "Yeah, they are just real' big jerks." He shrugged his wings. His wound from earlier today on his leg still hurt, but not as bad.

WInterbreeze:

"It's fine," She said. "WE probably shouldn't have been so close to the border, anyway, and those colts are just idiots who don't know how to think of a proper plan."

Pinebranch:

He flattened his ears. "I'm sorry you were captured."

WInterbreeze:

She returned the smile, and then kept looking out in the distance. Her father would have sent someone to find them, right? Her ears flicked around.

Pinebranch:

His mouth twitched into a kind smile. He pressed his wings against his sides tightly so she could see his skinny body.

WInterbreeze:

SHe looked at the buckskin colt in surprise, not noticing him before.

Pinebranch:

After a moment he stepped closer to Pinebranch, the shoulder that didn't have the blood mark brushed against his.

Winterbreeze:

SHe stared in the distance, not noticing her mane blowing behind her. Her feathers ruffled, and she bit her lip, just wanting to go home.

Larkflight:

She looked at Waspwing nervously.

Waspwing:

"I don't know! I guess!"

Frostwing:

Something was wrong. He cocked his head. Faithcloud wasn’t usually this nervous.

Larkflight:

”It would be a good idea to meet with them...” her ears pinned back, nervous. “Maybe only one or two pegasi?”

Aquatree:

She lay there.

Pinebranch:

He glanced at Winterbreeze but quickly looked away.

Waspwing:

"I'll try, filly!" He snapped.

Faithcloud:

"Yes and no... if I die then..." She flattened her ears and bolted.

Winterbreeze:

Her mane blew back, showing her small bloody shoulder marking. "I'm not really in the mood to talk," SHe told Violetshine, not wanting to seem rude. She walked to the other side of the group.

(I have to go...)