//Calling Thatch//

[+.Harmony.+]

Painted bodice silently two beated about the Oasis taking in the new sights that she had yet seen. She had not seen Thatch lately ethier and it was worrying her. Sighing she slowed to a four beat and whinnied loudly to him. Would he hear her? She wondered as she stopped where she was and waited for him to arrive. Her harks were pricked and her pistons were square as she waited for the King of the lands to appear...Suddenly thoughts drifted through her thinkingbox and she had to sigh again. She loved him and that was what she was going to tell him today. Azul optics looked about the terrain that was near her as she waited for his hoof falls that she had longed to hear for so very long....

[.t.h.a.t.c.h.]

I wonder listlessly throughout my world, quietly in my own - distant thoughts. My flints fall in an awkward pattern as I round about in an unknown motion. A weiry feature is spread wide across my broad face.. I somehow catch a frantic call and imediatly recognize the voice. 'My love..' I snap out of my unmentionable behavior and turn into a new Thatch, one strong and brave, one who seems to be 'without flaw'. I trash my old, nerdy self - wanting to become a better stallion for Harmony.

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I soon arrive at Harmony's side and fall to my knees, speaking these few words..

"My Harmony, please forgive my long leave...I ment not to rid you of my pressence. And yet I sense an urgent need..what is it, Love?"

I stand there tall and sturdy, with an eager look upon my features..wondering what her message was.

(Sorry for my absence..)

[+.Harmony.+]

Harks fell momentarily as she did not hear any hoof falls or a returned call. Folding her pistons beneth her she sighed and laid down. Mug rested on the loam and optics closed. Harks suddenly pricked as she heard hoof falls near her. Leaping up prepared for anything she laced her harks and bared her ivories. Seeing that it was Thatch she whinnied happily and reared slightly glad to see him. Prancing towards him she backed up in surprise as he fell to his knees before her. Whickering she asked Thatch...It's fine...I forgive you! As he stood she kissed his kissers and then sighed and leaned her dial gently on his shoulder to inhale his scent as she whispered I love you Thatch

ooc. quite alright...im lucky if i can get on everynite with work and homrwork and school and my horses...i had a dressage show on my 3 year old sporthorse on the 13th and we got 3rd in the level A test and 4th on the level B test...