Heda
She hadn't expected such a big show for the games, originally she thought it would be fun to join in the little get together. Where all the faring kingdom folk could gather in a friendly appeal, it would be small, and joyous. But this, she hadn't been expecting this; so many new faces, and so many emotions. They enthralled her but most of all they her ever so nervous, tremors of anxiety quaking every bone within her body. And when she got nervous, the rather graceful Taigian princess became clumsy. She tripped, bumped into things and people, and of course misspoke.
Standing within the epicenter of the group, as Crota went through the rules and regulations to be followed during the game, the pebble hunter. Where all of them would speedily snatch as many pebbles as they can to fulfill their list of needed objects, it was a like a scavenger hunt with a twist. So as Crota ended her speech, with the sweet releasing words,"You may go in 3... 2... 1...".
Heda immidiately turned tail trotting off towards the Lakeside, in search of red pebbles within the Hill's landscape. It isn't very hard until she stumbles upon one, tucked neatly under a bush, it's crimson glow shining furiously like the very eyes of her own sister. Snatching it up between her ivory teeth, she extends a golden flecked wing, tucking the pebble safely within the confines of her navy dipped feathers. She folds her feathered appendage neatly at her side, aware that the pebble remained lose when her wing was expanded, and by folding it she locked it in place. Continuing forth the golden girl catches the glinting of something orange piercing her hazel gaze. Within in an instant she's right over, plucking two orange toned pebbles from the entrance of a rabbit hole, and tucking them within her her wings, entangling them in her ombre feathers. They seemed to glitter when she walked, freckling the verdant terrain with plumes of orange, and red light.
It's very soon when she comes upon two reds, glimmering the lake's shore with a florescent ruby as the water rushed over it. Heda grins as she dips her muzzle into the shallow waters, blowing a couple bubbles in a rather childish manner before grasping them within her jaw. With a soaked muzzle she gingerly weaves the pebbles into her right wing, looking now as if she had bedazzled it with orange and red jewels, as the light grazed over each vibrant color held protectively within her feathered limb. Studying them closely, and counting them decisively she navy toned girl realizes she had just strikrd out one color, red Now she just needed to find a couple more oranges and perhaps, just perhaps she would complete another set.
So trotting forth excitedly with her bejeweled wing clasped securely to her side, as her hazel gaze sweeps across the landscape taking note of the many bodies that lingered about before sighting a vibrant orange sparkle within the long entangle of grass. Her eyes fixed upon the orange hue, the girl, speeds forwards hardly noticing that a winged stallion managed to notice the orange glint as well. And as she ignorantly reached forwards blindly, shoving her gorgeous cranium into the forest of tall grass, in search of those orange pebbles that she desperately needed to strike out another color, but instead she finds her head smashed straight into another's.
She blinks, rather bewildered, by the settle head bonk before allowing herself to fixate upon the rather handsome fellow that also was going for the pebbles. A genuine grin find's it way onto her lips as she chuckles, "I'm Sorry!" She exclaims, with honey dipped words. As she looks up at him apologetically, "Hello, I'm Heda. And it seems we're both in need of orange pebbles!" She allows a another sweet laced chuckle to be released. "What's your name?" She adds, tilting her head in a rather childish manner.
Standing within the epicenter of the group, as Crota went through the rules and regulations to be followed during the game, the pebble hunter. Where all of them would speedily snatch as many pebbles as they can to fulfill their list of needed objects, it was a like a scavenger hunt with a twist. So as Crota ended her speech, with the sweet releasing words,"You may go in 3... 2... 1...".
Heda immidiately turned tail trotting off towards the Lakeside, in search of red pebbles within the Hill's landscape. It isn't very hard until she stumbles upon one, tucked neatly under a bush, it's crimson glow shining furiously like the very eyes of her own sister. Snatching it up between her ivory teeth, she extends a golden flecked wing, tucking the pebble safely within the confines of her navy dipped feathers. She folds her feathered appendage neatly at her side, aware that the pebble remained lose when her wing was expanded, and by folding it she locked it in place. Continuing forth the golden girl catches the glinting of something orange piercing her hazel gaze. Within in an instant she's right over, plucking two orange toned pebbles from the entrance of a rabbit hole, and tucking them within her her wings, entangling them in her ombre feathers. They seemed to glitter when she walked, freckling the verdant terrain with plumes of orange, and red light.
It's very soon when she comes upon two reds, glimmering the lake's shore with a florescent ruby as the water rushed over it. Heda grins as she dips her muzzle into the shallow waters, blowing a couple bubbles in a rather childish manner before grasping them within her jaw. With a soaked muzzle she gingerly weaves the pebbles into her right wing, looking now as if she had bedazzled it with orange and red jewels, as the light grazed over each vibrant color held protectively within her feathered limb. Studying them closely, and counting them decisively she navy toned girl realizes she had just strikrd out one color, red Now she just needed to find a couple more oranges and perhaps, just perhaps she would complete another set.
So trotting forth excitedly with her bejeweled wing clasped securely to her side, as her hazel gaze sweeps across the landscape taking note of the many bodies that lingered about before sighting a vibrant orange sparkle within the long entangle of grass. Her eyes fixed upon the orange hue, the girl, speeds forwards hardly noticing that a winged stallion managed to notice the orange glint as well. And as she ignorantly reached forwards blindly, shoving her gorgeous cranium into the forest of tall grass, in search of those orange pebbles that she desperately needed to strike out another color, but instead she finds her head smashed straight into another's.
She blinks, rather bewildered, by the settle head bonk before allowing herself to fixate upon the rather handsome fellow that also was going for the pebbles. A genuine grin find's it way onto her lips as she chuckles, "I'm Sorry!" She exclaims, with honey dipped words. As she looks up at him apologetically, "Hello, I'm Heda. And it seems we're both in need of orange pebbles!" She allows a another sweet laced chuckle to be released. "What's your name?" She adds, tilting her head in a rather childish manner.
Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily
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