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[DuckyGurl]

Chance slowed. "Sure!" He said to Gemma kindly.

 

[chickendiva25]

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"Sure! Here, I'll wait for you." She said, stoppping.

 

[Blue_Myst]

"Thank you, but there's no need," she smiled, trotting with her light, shuffling step that forewarned her of rocks and other obstacles. "Isn't grass good? It's so delicious!"

 

[DuckyGurl]

"I guess." Chance said. He trotted on, a smooth, flowing trot that told of his rich heritage.

 

[chickendiva25]

"Alright! I just didn't want to act inpolite." She said, following. "I'm starting to like it, ecspecially clover!" She said, after taking a large bite of the dew sprinkled clover beneath her.

 

[Blue_Myst]

"Clover . . ." Gemma put her muzzle to the grass and lipped it experimentally until she found something that tasted different. Sweet, and tough. "Is this it?" she asked, a little embarassed at having to ask the question.

 

[chickendiva25]

"Yup!" Esther said, a small bit of clover hanging off her mouth.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Chance nodded, then caught himself. "Yep! Interesting." He said, lipping and tearing off a couple of strands. "Hmm."

 

[chickendiva25]

Esther laid down in the clover and started rolling around in it, giggling childishly.

 

[Blue_Myst]

"Ok, thanks!" Gemma sighed gratefully. It really was rather tasty, a bit tough, but sweet and addicting. The flowers--or she guessed they were flowers--made her mouth a little numb, but they were the best part of the plant.