Post by Ashti Sandburst on Feb 11, 2013 21:22:28 GMT
The Ambassador smiled to the young mare and bowed the head, in silence. Tomorrow will be a harsh moment to him, and he was grateful that she accepted… of course he could have asked to someone else, but except of Firespine, the Sandlander know nopony here.
So, tomorrow during after-noon… I thank you.
Then he walked towards the mother and did a reverence to her next he shook Garnet's hoof.
Mister and Ms. Showfer, it has been a delight… I am sure our deal will be fruitful, In sha'Gereft. You will have my support. Pardon me to short this meeting, I need of a rest. May the stars protect you.
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Bowing the head another time, the Ambassador left the household to join the "Wild West Nest", a hotel for normal and upped ponies. It was also here that he has spent a last breakfast with… She, the only doe that was dear in his heart. Taking a room, putting his stuff on the furniture, Ashti waited some minute in the silence the meal he ordered. Because except of Firespine's work, he was still hungry… even if the stress of the follow day do a knot in his stomach.
So, minutes later, the room service knocked to his door, bringing tomato soup and bread. And finally after his meal, he decided to take a rest, to sleep despite a still present feeling of uneasiness… not oly due to tomorrow's event, but sometime that remained hazy about his fever. He closed his eyes and feel asleep, trying to remember what this feeling was.
… and he indeed did. In the middle of the night, the Sandlander had some moans and opened wide his eyes before raising straight took aback.
Sálafim se*! Ana var… paçja khushke Showfer !
(Oh my goodness ! I have… kissed Miss Showfer !)
The following day, a dozen of hours later…
It was the afternoon on the wild-western city. The sun was high and bright, even if a bit cloudy, and then some knock resounded to the Showfer home's door; it was Ashti, waiting in the quietness, the light dusty wind messing flowing his mane, a bouquet of flowers sticking up from his saddlebag's pouch. These flowers were beautiful and sweet, although despite what we could think, they were not for the Showfer, but Ashti's friend.
* Sálafim se : Literally "by (my) ancestors" or "My ancestors' sake". A deerean expression used as Oh my god/My goodness.
So, tomorrow during after-noon… I thank you.
Then he walked towards the mother and did a reverence to her next he shook Garnet's hoof.
Mister and Ms. Showfer, it has been a delight… I am sure our deal will be fruitful, In sha'Gereft. You will have my support. Pardon me to short this meeting, I need of a rest. May the stars protect you.
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Bowing the head another time, the Ambassador left the household to join the "Wild West Nest", a hotel for normal and upped ponies. It was also here that he has spent a last breakfast with… She, the only doe that was dear in his heart. Taking a room, putting his stuff on the furniture, Ashti waited some minute in the silence the meal he ordered. Because except of Firespine's work, he was still hungry… even if the stress of the follow day do a knot in his stomach.
So, minutes later, the room service knocked to his door, bringing tomato soup and bread. And finally after his meal, he decided to take a rest, to sleep despite a still present feeling of uneasiness… not oly due to tomorrow's event, but sometime that remained hazy about his fever. He closed his eyes and feel asleep, trying to remember what this feeling was.
… and he indeed did. In the middle of the night, the Sandlander had some moans and opened wide his eyes before raising straight took aback.
Sálafim se*! Ana var… paçja khushke Showfer !
(Oh my goodness ! I have… kissed Miss Showfer !)
The following day, a dozen of hours later…
It was the afternoon on the wild-western city. The sun was high and bright, even if a bit cloudy, and then some knock resounded to the Showfer home's door; it was Ashti, waiting in the quietness, the light dusty wind messing flowing his mane, a bouquet of flowers sticking up from his saddlebag's pouch. These flowers were beautiful and sweet, although despite what we could think, they were not for the Showfer, but Ashti's friend.
* Sálafim se : Literally "by (my) ancestors" or "My ancestors' sake". A deerean expression used as Oh my god/My goodness.