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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 18, 2006 2:24:52 GMT
Apronia whistled through her teeth, feel more cheerful than she had in years, trimming a Thundering Hornplant back into its trumpet shape. Her skilled eye
(from her Japanese training) sought uneven patches and fresh shoots dropped to the floor in even rhythm. She was just beginning the Chant of the Thundering Mountain when an unearthly scream sounded behind her.
She fully expected to see a Manticore mauling a female student, so human were the screams, but as she whirled with her wand between the fingers of her left hand, she saw only the Romanian Longhorn tormenting her lonely female kangaroo, who was batting at the hovering dragon and screeching horribly.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 27, 2006 20:48:05 GMT
Girty was sitting in the distance doing to reading when she heard a scream. Curiosity filled her and she stuffed the book in her bag and ran in the direction it came form. When She looked closely she could only see Apronia doing some Gardening and a dragon teasing a Kangaroo. Girty was amazed. She walked over slowly and tried to find the courage to talk.
"That looks nice...the plant that is. I always wondered how they were cut like that."
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 28, 2006 19:31:20 GMT
"Thank you. They get a little out of control when it rains as much as it has lately, but usually they grow in the same general shape. But Thundering Hornplants really get their names from their flowers, which sound like trombones when there is a good breeze." the kangaroo was bounding full speed at Apronia, and hit her in the chest with a !whump!. She stumbled backwards, but curled her arms protectively around the animal. "Stop that!" she scolded the little dragon. "If you're bored, you may go eat some of the burnweed I planted for you over that hillock."
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 28, 2006 20:33:04 GMT
Girty was fascinated by the plant. She turned to look at the animals around her but she was soon amazed by the plant.
"So when do the flowers bloom? I would love to see them. i imagine they would be beautiful."
She moved closer to get a closer look, before she knew it Girty's hand was touch the leaves. It always happened, she would always touch even the most dangerous or stupid of things.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 30, 2006 4:27:57 GMT
As Girty's hands stirred the leaves, soft, complementing strains of french horns weaved into the breeze.
Apronia tapped her wand against the tip of one branch, casting a illusory bloom curling in one loop and arching upwards gracefully, like the horn on Christmas cards.
"That," she said softly, "is a memory of a Thundering Horn's flowers."
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 30, 2006 13:57:21 GMT
"Wow." Girty was amazed she moved closer and looked at the flower. She was captivated by the past flower. A small smile crept on to her face as she could not tear her eyes away.
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