Let's Talk About You, Me and Maybe We (Closed RP)

[WillowWisp]

She had tried to relax, even nap a little, but Willow Wisp could only sit and wait. It wasn't that the party outside had been too loud, as she was use to tuning out noise being a daytime sleeper. No it was just a busy mind keeping her from settling. What could it mean, us? That word had so many meanings. Maybe Braeburn didn't want her bothering him anymore. But that seemed a little uncharacteristic of the stallion's manners. Maybe he just wanted to talk about their friendship, set some boundaries. After all she did just show up out of the blue. And she still felt like she interrupted a date even if that was unintentional. But what if it was something else completely? What if he wanted to talk about the future of the relationship...perhaps more than just friendship.

The Unicorn bit her lower lip at that thought. She couldn't let her mind get too far ahead. For all she knew it could be nothing at all. She just needed to wait until they met up and spoke. But that was hard, just waiting.... waiting.

Eventually she heard the party die down and she looked out window of her room. Things were clearing out, decorations coming down and ponies were heading home. She paced back and forth. Did she go out and try to track him down? He probably had walked his dance partner home, right? That was the gentlecolt thing to do. Should she just go outside and wait to see if he passed by? Did he even know where she was if he was out looking for her?

Willow Wisp drew a long breath and turned to leave her room. She paused by the little mirror and adjusted her glasses before trotting off, down the stairs and eventually out in front of the building. She'd just wait for a moment or two, and if she didn't spot him, she'd try to find Braeburn at his home. Surely an apple farm wouldn't be hard to spot.

[brianblackberry]

The town’s hoedown last night had been a total success. Sure there were all sorts of goofy incidents, but to Braeburn, a hoedown without the shenanigans was just a mere dance! Despite all the enjoyable things that happened last night, there was one thing nagging at Braeburn’s mind – and that was the black unicorn mare, Willowisp, and her appearance.

It was funny - when Braeburn first met her at Sweet Apple Acres he had joyfully played matchmaker with her and his cousin, Big Mac. Sure, she was cute and all, but she was local to Ponyville, and Braeburn tried setting up many a Ponyville mare with his cousin. That had changed all in one crazy, action-filled, sleepless night. It was obvious to him he did have real feelings for her, but … Was there something truly special there? Was she interested? Did they have enough in common? What about distance?

“Yer getting’ ahead of yerself, Braeburn, she jes’ came ter give y’all that book on yer adventures”. Still, he just couldn’t push those questions from his mind. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so nervous about flirting with a pretty mare! So he’d hiked back into town, taking a shortcut that brought him in through the back door of the Bed and Breakfast, a bouquet of desert flowers held in his mouth. He ignored the noise of waking ponies he heard up front – he didn’t care none about the other ponies, this day, and would rather ignore them so he wouldn’t get distracted!

He took a deep breath before a guest room door, gathered himself, and burst inside. “Good mornin’, Willow!” he cried enthusiastically! A green filly jumped up out of bed, her yellow mane in curlers, blinking the sleep out of her eyes ... she focused on Braeburn ... and then let out a shrill and piercing shriek of terror.

"Oh! So sorry, miss, Ah - " He didn't get to finish as a pillow hit him in the face. He brushed it aside and tried again. "Must have the wrong -" Another pillow hit him in the face. He brushed that aside, too. "OK, OK, darlin’, Ah’m leav-" He ducked a table, scrambling back into the hallway. "Sorry t’ bother -" A rubber chicken flew past him just before he closed the door. He glanced at the rubber chicken. "Now that's odd ..."