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What Flower Where? (Open) Jul 25, 2015 22:49:43 GMT -5

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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 25, 2015 22:49:43 GMT -5

Indecision. That was her problem.

Was it the white flowering yarrow or the pink that healed wounds faster?

The little mare glanced quickly from one budding weed to another, frantically trying to remember the right answer, it didn't help that they grew so close together! The two colors intermingled with one another and had no other differentiating features aside from flower color; they were variations of the same plant after all. She began to go into panic mode. So what if one was a little better and faster than the other? They still did the same thing! WHY COULDN'T SHE REMEMBER?! Briseis hardly noticed the trickle of nervous sweat dampening her brow, but was all too aware of the scary yellow eyes searing into her backside. _{"I-I don't know."} Her voice came out as a croak, muttered so quietly that the spotted stallion hardly caught a word of what she said. "What do you mean you 'don't know'?" he asked testily, his eyes narrowing further. "I expect you to get it straight. After what happened last time I don't want anymore mistakes!" he recalled with a shudder the 'last time' he was referring to. She had brought him a pile of what she had thought was lemon balm but turned out to be some kind of itch weed. He hadn't punished her only because he'd been to busy rubbing against trees to relieve the itch and bathing in rivers trying to wash it off to deal out punishment. However, she'd needed to wade through the stuff to bring it to him and had suffered from skin irritations as much as he had. Now he was intent on quizzing her to see just how much she knew and pressure her into getting it right. Of course, he could pick on just about any slave brood to go herb gathering for him whenever he got hurt or sick, but it was essential he have Briseis.

For some time now he had suspected who his mother was, partially due to all the helpful hints and suggestions from friends. This particular mare, though, was an entire package. She was encompassed by a clan of horses within the herd that were, for the most part, close-knit. He wanted to know about her and just why it was he'd never been invited to join this 'family'.

By doing a bit of snooping he'd come across one of her family ties, a shy little mare named Briseis. As luck would have it she was a total doormat and easy to control. She was his inside...his key...she could tell him the details of what went on in the 'clan' as he had started to call it. He just had to keep her close, it didn't matter if she trusted him, so long as she was around him often enough to talk. But that was just the problem. She didn't talk. She was nearly silent most of the time and every excuse of an errand he gave she managed to mess up in some unicorn-awful way. He was beginning to wonder if she was really worth the trouble.

"How do you expect to become like the other broods and heal the wounded and sick if you give them itch weed and poison ivy for their ailments?" he growled, his yellow eyes sharp and gleaming with frustration.

The young mare merely looked at her hooves, head in a show of submission. She didn't want any trouble. Why couldn't this stallion just leave her alone and find someone better suited to his needs? She couldn't cure a bellyache if the right herbs were presented before her! She was about to mutter a string of apologies when she caught sight of a dark mare drawing near to them, her long ears a tell-tale sign of a hinny.

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What Flower Where? (Open) Jul 26, 2015 21:09:29 GMT -5

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Post by gingerlisous23 on Jul 26, 2015 21:09:29 GMT -5

Ebony hummed happy as she trotted about to the flowered yarrow. Her lady thought it be a good day for her to go picking up any just in case one of the foals decided to hurt themselves. They had a habit of doing that cause of them watching the stallions. The molly [not hinny as I looked it up] would do anything to keep her foals from getting sick or infected. She wasn't as good of a healer, but from watching the others she had picked up what was a good root, what was a bad root.

She flickered off a bee from her flower piece as she noticed two familiar faces. "Hello!" she called out hurrying to them. "What a surprise Sir Snake! I thought you were out scavenging today..?" This stallion had its quirks to her, but she didn't mind. Briseis soon came to view as she greeted her happily as well "Good morning^^....oh..is something wrong?" Looking at the both, naive of the situation at hand. But the redden marks on Snake suggested he got into a fight and she was helping?

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What Flower Where? (Open) Jul 27, 2015 0:03:41 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 27, 2015 0:03:41 GMT -5

//oops sorry!!

I had thought it was hinny

Snake turned his head and looked over his shoulder to see what had caught Briseis's attention all of a sudden. His ears flickered hopefully as the dark equine neared them. Maybe she could sort things out for Briseis and he wouldn't have to worry about her putting poison hemlock on the cuts that marred his leg, just above the knee.
"Hello Ebony." he nickered in greeting, his voice it's usual quiet, silky tenor. "Briseis here was just deciding which yarrow is best for wounds, weren't you pigeon?" he asked it sweetly enough, even throwing in one of his bird related pet names, but shot the young mare a sharp glance as if in warning. She was a slave brood like Ebony and there was a chance they might know one another. If that were the case she has better be asking the mule-mare for some healing advice.

Briseis dared to lift her head from its bow and peered uncertainty through her black forelock at the pretty molly as she stopped before them. She knew her to an extent, they had babysat foals together after all, as was the duty of slave broods, but Snake's friendly familiarity with her came as a surpride. He didn't come off as the sort of stallion to befriend broods. She said nothing and just nodded, both in greeting to the mare and assertion to Snake's explanation. Wait...he was glaring at her...had she done something wrong again??

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What Flower Where? (Open) Jul 28, 2015 21:09:47 GMT -5

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Post by gingerlisous23 on Jul 28, 2015 21:09:47 GMT -5

"Oh is that so?" She looked at the blue roam mare. Looks liek she was havent difficulty to tell "The yarrows are always the trickiest to find..well the right one anyway..." She have seen this mare more than enough to know her casually. Bat-Sheva kept Ebony to her hip when Briseis was born. A lot going one when she was a few years old, but lil foals is most of what she could remember. Playing with them, including the blue mare. Many games they played, Briseis was like her cousin..of as she secretly considered her as family.

"Given both are bitter...and both look alike in the flower form.." Distracting Snake as her back foot seem to stretch out digging on the grass. She was directing Briseis over to the pink ones. "..not to mention they are very good for tummy aches...headaches...most of the mares I know were eating a lot of this stuff after they have their foals I know Sir ^^...I do know both smell very ..very nice..especially the pink ones..they are my faaavvoorite.."