bottom of the deep blue sea; spink pony

[Taren]

taren

you're a real firecracker, aren't you sparky?

Taren has once again run away from his mother. Demanding milkies, he fills his belly and runs away from the beach as fast as his tiny little shaking peen can manage him. He hates the beach. He has spent his time blowing up as much of the beach as often as he finds it possible. Anything that can get in his tiny little man draws' is not something he ever wants to imagine. And, with what was left of his memories as Ashley, he finds himself stretching out before the land, following the rivers south until he came to the Meadow. The grasses here are much more to his liking, with no sand in sight.

At least they would be if he were still a grown-up. As it stands, the grasses are now approaching the harvest and the heads of which are taller than he is--having just been exploded out of a magical cannon and all... and he finds that, despite enjoying that there was no sand, he was not able to enjoy the grass. Which pissed him off as much as ever. "Fuck fuck fuckity duck."

He keeps muttering to himself this way until he comes across a pretty girl. More like... runs into her. He's not paying attention and, with little care, the little obsidian colored boy with the shock yellow hair positively mows over the girl, knocking them both into the dirt. She's a pretty thing, and in his embarrasment, he finds that he cannot control his lightning... the static shocks them both with a blue aura, and he shrieks, clamping his small tail over his behind as he struggles to get off of her. But while he does so....

the sand that comes off of her in droves drives him crazy.

"You're from the place with all the sand. You're from Nerine!"

Smooth, Taren. Real smooth.