Gilt Sparrows - a Fifty Foal Challenge
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Another day, another dive. Everett was enjoying the corals, but not the company.
He managed to steer a different direction than the shark and spotted an octopus, which he nabbed, just beyond the canopic collection. No one had ever quite figured out how the jars got down there, but they were tagged, which meant no collecting was allowed. Fish and shells, yes, and the treasure chests were kept stocked by merfolk for whomever could open them, but the other artifacts were off limits. Speaking of chests . . . he managed to open one he'd not been able to open before!
Returning to land with a pouch full of loot, he spotted a peculiar illumination in the ground near the beach house. On entering to grab a coffee, he found the illumination playing a guitar for tips.
Deciding he must have been underwater too long, he took a nap on the couch before heading home. Ecru was still drowsing at the hitching post anyway. Meanwhile at home, Ember grew up. Katie came out to cheer.
Everett dropped part of his loot off in the barn when he got home, and headed for bed. One prismatic sphere, and one diving gnome. The gnome quickly joined the crew. (Group? Gathering? A teleport of gnomes?)
Morning found Everett out with Pansy and Violet. After riding around the farm until the filly got tired and took a nap, he took Violet out for a hard gallop, and ended by completing her training. Very proud of his wild mare, Everett gave her a big hug, and rode her home for a good grooming.
Katie was grooming Ember at the same time preparatory to starting the charcoal mare's training. Ember was extremely good-natured, unlike her mother's initial personality, but perhaps she wanted to be a little bad herself sometimes. Perhaps she wants to be the next Black Bess?
He managed to steer a different direction than the shark and spotted an octopus, which he nabbed, just beyond the canopic collection. No one had ever quite figured out how the jars got down there, but they were tagged, which meant no collecting was allowed. Fish and shells, yes, and the treasure chests were kept stocked by merfolk for whomever could open them, but the other artifacts were off limits. Speaking of chests . . . he managed to open one he'd not been able to open before!
Returning to land with a pouch full of loot, he spotted a peculiar illumination in the ground near the beach house. On entering to grab a coffee, he found the illumination playing a guitar for tips.
Deciding he must have been underwater too long, he took a nap on the couch before heading home. Ecru was still drowsing at the hitching post anyway. Meanwhile at home, Ember grew up. Katie came out to cheer.
Everett dropped part of his loot off in the barn when he got home, and headed for bed. One prismatic sphere, and one diving gnome. The gnome quickly joined the crew. (Group? Gathering? A teleport of gnomes?)
Morning found Everett out with Pansy and Violet. After riding around the farm until the filly got tired and took a nap, he took Violet out for a hard gallop, and ended by completing her training. Very proud of his wild mare, Everett gave her a big hug, and rode her home for a good grooming.
Katie was grooming Ember at the same time preparatory to starting the charcoal mare's training. Ember was extremely good-natured, unlike her mother's initial personality, but perhaps she wanted to be a little bad herself sometimes. Perhaps she wants to be the next Black Bess?
