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Shima RP
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Moema carried the brown basket on her hip towards the beach. 'Maybe the heat will help coax it out,' she thought. She placed the basket in the sand a fair distance from the water. She then proceded to take off her shoes and walk down to the water to cool her feet.
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An elderly woman was seen standing with her hands on her knees gazing out into the ocean. She looked as though she were waiting for someone... or something, but what could come from the ocean? She continued to hold her gaze while her lightly graying hair danced with the wind and her deeply colored tan dress joined in for a fantastic fanale of cloth and hair. The gust that had teased her so, died and with it went the dance of her clothing. She was unaccompanied save for her thoughts as she gazed out into the wild ocean.
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Meoma looked back and saw two things. The first was an elderly woman standing nearby. 'When did she get there,' Meoma asked herself. She was about to call out to the woman when she saw the other thing. The basket lid had started lifting, and a little colt was emerging. She ran as fast as she could from the water to the basket to help him out.
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The old woman's head shot over as she heard fast footfalls and the sounds of something woven. What she saw was a youngling emerging for the first time. She adored watching a "bith" take place. From her position, a ways off, she watched the two be united at last. This made her think back to the countless emergings she had seen, though it seemed, the great ones had still not seen fit for her to care for one. She shook her aged head at the thought, she knew her time would come.... someday....
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Moema helped him stand up for the first time and started to stroke his muzzle. She was nervous. This was her first soquili and she had to take care of it by herself. It was daunting to think about this, but at the same time it was exciting. She then turned her attention back to the elderly woman, and called out to her. "Hello!"
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Shima took a breath in anticipation as the young thing stood, and in sand! It must be hard for the little dear, but he seemed to be taking it just fine. She smiled, as did all the wrinkles in her face, as the little dear was fully out and his new keeper turned to her. Shima did not say hello back, right away, she took a dozen, or so, careful, slow step toward the pair before raising a hand in greeting.
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Moema repeated the gesture towards the elder then was soon inturupted by a small noise from the little one. Apparently, she had lifted the hand that was stroking him and he was not pleased with that. She looked back at him and started to stroke him again. "Your name shall be Eachann." She moved her hand between his ears, into his mane and started rubbing his neck while waiting for the old woman to reach her.
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Shima smiled and began to walk faster, but still just as carefully. Within a moment or two she had closed the gap between her and the pair. Athough some might think she would be, she was not panting, in fact her breathing seemed very relaxed and calm. She smiled gently at Meoma and her little dear. "My arn't you a beeauty." She said to Eachann. Her voice was laced with age and kindness that mixed together perfectly. She extended a hand gently to the foal while raising her head to smile at Meoma. "Your blessed child. He truly is wonderful. What's his name?" She paused a moment then shook her head as if waking up. "I'm sorry child, forgive me. I've lost all sense of manner." She bowed her head slightly. "I am Shimasani. Who are you?" She smiled to take any sting off her words.
Eachann raised his head to the elderly woman to try to get more attention and petting. Moema looked to the woman and replied, "His name is Eachann and I'm Moema." She smiled back at the old woman. "It's lovely to meet you."
