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<i>Ho, Ho, Ho.</i>
All Provoke can hear is a warm laughter. She has cried out her frustrations and fears, and now is content to be wrapped up in the red embraced of a warm red coat. Her little turquoise velvet-y nose is sniffling and snorting, and she closes her eyes in sheer contentment. She allows herself to be cuddled, her worries forgotten for now, tucking her little purple legs underneath her. For the first time all night, she is truly, blissfully happy.
The place she is in is warm. There is a faint light glowing from within a makeshift lean-to made from falling branches and logs. Inside, a fire has been started, and she can hear the echoing of her friends as they are singing Christmas carols. The smell of roasted chestnuts warms her heart, and makes her tummy rumble. Roasted Chestnuts were her favorite holiday snack.
Provoke stirs, untucking her legs and looking up, feeling the grumbly rumbly in her tumbly, and she opens her eyes, her long dark lashes blinking over bright blue irises, and pulls her head back from the warm body hugging her close. A small, peaceful smile plays on her lips, and she looks up.... and then, her body stills. She stops breathing, and she feels her insides begin to roil.
But she will not pee again..
Mostly because her bladder is empty.
She squeaks, and whispers <b>"You're. Sandee Claws...."</b>
She jumps away from him - a large red stallion with a smile on his face, and kind eyes. His body is red roan - not the normally colored red either. He is bright red, with white stockings on all 4 legs, snow white mane and tail, and a big white blaze that extended to his mouth. His thick whiskers looked almost like a beard, white and fluffy they were, hanging down around his mouth, swinging this way and that. His hooves were shined into a reflective jet black. Provoke blinked, and looked down at the ground at his feet - she could swear she could see her face in those fancy looking things. She gasped again, and then blinked, staring up at him, taking him all in.
The sound of the other children having fun inside the shelter was calling her name, and yet Provoke felt transfixed, rooted to her spot. She stopped, and tilted her head to the right. Sandee Claws tilted his head to the right. He smiles, placing the tip of his white 'bearded' muzzle to the tip of her nose, and pulls up, his honey brown eyes warm and inviting. <i>"Why yes, Provoke, I am Santa Claus. I am sorry you were frightened on your trip here, but it sounds like you endured quite the adventure. I am proud of you. You overcame your fears of me, and you learned more about how to master your powers of Astral Projection."</i> He leans down, nipping at her mane, ruffling her hair, and Provoke smiles, her heart starting to beat more rhythmically. Her fear is slowly subsiding.
<i>"You know, Little One. You really are very special little girl. Skipping dimensions is how I am able to reach all the little boys and girls of this world, and of others. Not many have that power. One day, you'll master it as I have, and you will not be afraid any longer."</i>
Provoke breathes, exhaling the last of her fear and blinks up at him, her blue eyes. Her little tummy grumbles and she looks past Santa, the smell of roasted chestnuts well and truly making her mouth water now. She looks up, sheepish. <b>"I forgot to eat dinner."</b>
Santa laughs out loud then, a long hearty sound that caused the singing in the hut to quiet and all her friends to peek out the windows and doors, their little ears curious. Their eyes bulge with excitement to see the man Auntie Aurora talked about, but they stay still for the moment. The little teal girl is bashful - she's not used to being the center of attention. She brings her eyes back to Santa Claus, forcing herself to squeak out her excitement when a pile of fresh steamy chestnuts appears on the ground before her.
Now it is Provoke's turn for her eyes to bulge. She has heard of magic; of course, this is Beqanna. But she has never before seen it. She smiles wide in silent thanks, and gobbles down the nuts, almost dancing when her tummy is once more full and content. <b>"Thank you Santa,"</b> she says licking her lips of all the nut crumbs.
Santa grins, looking at the children with a big <i>Ho, Ho Ho,</i> before producing a large bag of gifts beside him. The other foals squeal and giggle, and crowd around them, bouncing up and down in sheer excitement. Each of the kids has received a gift to their hearts desire, and when Provoke's turn comes, Santa looks down at her. She looks inside the bag, and sees that it is empty. <b>"Oh."</b> she says, almost sadly. <b>"I thought there might be something in there for me, too."</b>
Santa eyes her quizzically, with a quirked brow and a shake of his white beard. His red pelt almost seems to jingle with laughter, and he speaks with kind authority. <i>"Oh, but there is, Little One. You just have but to ask for your heart's true desire. If your heart is true, and your intentions genuine, your Christmas gift, it shall be."</i>
Provoke, who had been standing with her ears back and her little eyes facing the ground, looks up, her countenance changing as she dances in place. She closes her eyes and lowers her head into the bag, her voice getting more excited as she speaks. <b>"I wish for.. I wish for..I WISH FOR!!"</b>
And off she goes, her little head still searching inside Santa's bag but her soul is gone, riding the stars of the Milky Way, traversing dimension after dimension. She is not a master of her world just yet, but she has wished for her fear to leave her, and indeed, it has.
The world is now her oyster, as she learns to ride the stars with a smile on her face, a song in her heart, and an adventure around Every corner.
***
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL, A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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All Provoke can hear is a warm laughter. She has cried out her frustrations and fears, and now is content to be wrapped up in the red embraced of a warm red coat. Her little turquoise velvet-y nose is sniffling and snorting, and she closes her eyes in sheer contentment. She allows herself to be cuddled, her worries forgotten for now, tucking her little purple legs underneath her. For the first time all night, she is truly, blissfully happy.
The place she is in is warm. There is a faint light glowing from within a makeshift lean-to made from falling branches and logs. Inside, a fire has been started, and she can hear the echoing of her friends as they are singing Christmas carols. The smell of roasted chestnuts warms her heart, and makes her tummy rumble. Roasted Chestnuts were her favorite holiday snack.
Provoke stirs, untucking her legs and looking up, feeling the grumbly rumbly in her tumbly, and she opens her eyes, her long dark lashes blinking over bright blue irises, and pulls her head back from the warm body hugging her close. A small, peaceful smile plays on her lips, and she looks up.... and then, her body stills. She stops breathing, and she feels her insides begin to roil.
But she will not pee again..
Mostly because her bladder is empty.
She squeaks, and whispers <b>"You're. Sandee Claws...."</b>
She jumps away from him - a large red stallion with a smile on his face, and kind eyes. His body is red roan - not the normally colored red either. He is bright red, with white stockings on all 4 legs, snow white mane and tail, and a big white blaze that extended to his mouth. His thick whiskers looked almost like a beard, white and fluffy they were, hanging down around his mouth, swinging this way and that. His hooves were shined into a reflective jet black. Provoke blinked, and looked down at the ground at his feet - she could swear she could see her face in those fancy looking things. She gasped again, and then blinked, staring up at him, taking him all in.
The sound of the other children having fun inside the shelter was calling her name, and yet Provoke felt transfixed, rooted to her spot. She stopped, and tilted her head to the right. Sandee Claws tilted his head to the right. He smiles, placing the tip of his white 'bearded' muzzle to the tip of her nose, and pulls up, his honey brown eyes warm and inviting. <i>"Why yes, Provoke, I am Santa Claus. I am sorry you were frightened on your trip here, but it sounds like you endured quite the adventure. I am proud of you. You overcame your fears of me, and you learned more about how to master your powers of Astral Projection."</i> He leans down, nipping at her mane, ruffling her hair, and Provoke smiles, her heart starting to beat more rhythmically. Her fear is slowly subsiding.
<i>"You know, Little One. You really are very special little girl. Skipping dimensions is how I am able to reach all the little boys and girls of this world, and of others. Not many have that power. One day, you'll master it as I have, and you will not be afraid any longer."</i>
Provoke breathes, exhaling the last of her fear and blinks up at him, her blue eyes. Her little tummy grumbles and she looks past Santa, the smell of roasted chestnuts well and truly making her mouth water now. She looks up, sheepish. <b>"I forgot to eat dinner."</b>
Santa laughs out loud then, a long hearty sound that caused the singing in the hut to quiet and all her friends to peek out the windows and doors, their little ears curious. Their eyes bulge with excitement to see the man Auntie Aurora talked about, but they stay still for the moment. The little teal girl is bashful - she's not used to being the center of attention. She brings her eyes back to Santa Claus, forcing herself to squeak out her excitement when a pile of fresh steamy chestnuts appears on the ground before her.
Now it is Provoke's turn for her eyes to bulge. She has heard of magic; of course, this is Beqanna. But she has never before seen it. She smiles wide in silent thanks, and gobbles down the nuts, almost dancing when her tummy is once more full and content. <b>"Thank you Santa,"</b> she says licking her lips of all the nut crumbs.
Santa grins, looking at the children with a big <i>Ho, Ho Ho,</i> before producing a large bag of gifts beside him. The other foals squeal and giggle, and crowd around them, bouncing up and down in sheer excitement. Each of the kids has received a gift to their hearts desire, and when Provoke's turn comes, Santa looks down at her. She looks inside the bag, and sees that it is empty. <b>"Oh."</b> she says, almost sadly. <b>"I thought there might be something in there for me, too."</b>
Santa eyes her quizzically, with a quirked brow and a shake of his white beard. His red pelt almost seems to jingle with laughter, and he speaks with kind authority. <i>"Oh, but there is, Little One. You just have but to ask for your heart's true desire. If your heart is true, and your intentions genuine, your Christmas gift, it shall be."</i>
Provoke, who had been standing with her ears back and her little eyes facing the ground, looks up, her countenance changing as she dances in place. She closes her eyes and lowers her head into the bag, her voice getting more excited as she speaks. <b>"I wish for.. I wish for..I WISH FOR!!"</b>
And off she goes, her little head still searching inside Santa's bag but her soul is gone, riding the stars of the Milky Way, traversing dimension after dimension. She is not a master of her world just yet, but she has wished for her fear to leave her, and indeed, it has.
The world is now her oyster, as she learns to ride the stars with a smile on her face, a song in her heart, and an adventure around Every corner.
***
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL, A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
<p class="prov_quote">» death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily «</p> </div> <div class="prov_grad-bg"></div> <img class="prov_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/77/12/51771236591d5a557311f1e80fa31acb.jpg"> </div>HTML by Pride88 and Laura Photo source:<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/663929170039403421/">here</a> </center>