Roleplays

By now the mare was exhausted, her head ached, and her legs shaked, she saw the stallion coming towards her, and at first she found it odd, but then she had a thought maybe he had seen little Mary. She stopped in her tracks, to pay close attention to what he was saying, She got the message and nodded in agreement. “Hello, and yes, a little filly around this hight” she shows him her height, with her hoof. “She's out here somewhere, and i can't find her anywhere!” The mares eyes began to water.

The green stallion nodded, and looked from side to side for a moment, to make sure that he wasn't missing anything close. When he didn't see a filly, he turned back. "Alright, miss... so you know who I am, I'm Celtic Cross. Breathe for a moment... relax. What are her colors?" He looked around again, this time to determine whether there might be any of the Royal Guards on patrol. He scrunched his nose upon not seeing any, and turned back to the Unicorn once more.

The mare out of breath, listened trying to cover her face with her mane, as her eyes filled with tears. “Her name is Mary, her coat color is a light peach, her mane is brow, h-her eyes are brown…” She began to sob, and turn her head left and right trying to see if she might catch a glimpse of her.

Celtic raised a hoof in front of the white mare's face, and tried to make eye contact with her. Nothing productive was going to happen if everypony lost their proverbial marbles, so the first thing he thought should be done is to calm her down. "Hey, hey now... slow down. Take a breath, clear your head, okay?" He took a breath himself, and gave s quick sigh before speaking further. "I find it hard to believe that anypony'd hurt... uhh, Mary. So she ran off someplace... it's only natural with the sun finally out. What are some of her favorite things to do?" He kept his blue-grey eyes fixed on the mare this time, hoping her answer would lead logically to a certain location.

She looked back at him, she was still shaken up, but she did as she was told, wiped her tears and took more than one deep breath. “She likes to talk and eat and… and play on the parks swings, and pick flowers, oh how she loves to pick flowers, she also likes being told stories, my little Mary…” she quivers as a small breeze passes by.