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Seven Jewels: Blue Diamonds [Video | Water Trough]
[When Cinderella establishes connection this morning, she's turned partly sideways to the trough, and a couple of adult human voices are conversing - not casually - in the background.
She flicks her head in a meaningful direction - along her side, anyway. At the same time she's shifting on her hooves; if she's gesturing at herself it's difficult to discern anything. Tilts her head just a bit back at the trough, eyes looking into the frame, with an anxious flick of the ears and an equally anxious grinning expression best conveyed in words as "/baa-aa-aa".
"I'll talk to the neighbors," a woman says. "What are you going to have Linda and Michael do with you first, though, pick up the pieces of the rock, or get that off?"
"I think we'll move the pieces first," says a man. "We'll give Cindy a bath later. I'm just glad she doesn't seem too badly spooked, whatever happened."
They carry on. Cinderella shimmies a couple steps closer to the trough, starts leaning just as much to her side as she can, gives another all-the-more-pointed look alongside her - more clearly indicating her flank.
Still not clear, especially on the still-rippling connection surface, but there are three little blue shapes showing up on the white of her fur.
She nods her head back close to and into that feed with the anxious grin refreshed - her eyes are moving back as she half-consciously re-indicates her flank, gives the direction another nod, and then - her ears switch up and she swings away to go about acting natural for Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Any further word from her will come once they're out of the picture!]
She flicks her head in a meaningful direction - along her side, anyway. At the same time she's shifting on her hooves; if she's gesturing at herself it's difficult to discern anything. Tilts her head just a bit back at the trough, eyes looking into the frame, with an anxious flick of the ears and an equally anxious grinning expression best conveyed in words as "/baa-aa-aa".
"I'll talk to the neighbors," a woman says. "What are you going to have Linda and Michael do with you first, though, pick up the pieces of the rock, or get that off?"
"I think we'll move the pieces first," says a man. "We'll give Cindy a bath later. I'm just glad she doesn't seem too badly spooked, whatever happened."
They carry on. Cinderella shimmies a couple steps closer to the trough, starts leaning just as much to her side as she can, gives another all-the-more-pointed look alongside her - more clearly indicating her flank.
Still not clear, especially on the still-rippling connection surface, but there are three little blue shapes showing up on the white of her fur.
She nods her head back close to and into that feed with the anxious grin refreshed - her eyes are moving back as she half-consciously re-indicates her flank, gives the direction another nod, and then - her ears switch up and she swings away to go about acting natural for Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Any further word from her will come once they're out of the picture!]
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That - should mean that you got something, darling! ...And I hardly see why you wouldn't have as it seems as if most all of us who looked had! [It's only mild surprise - not even concern, presently, as he doesn't look any worse for the wear of whatever it was. Simply that he's not made the connection or been filled in on what that old familiar feeling means.]
Haven't noticed anything out of place, really? No~ mysterious gifts? Unusual - [Momentary pause.] impulses?
That's - not the most appealing choice of words, I'm aware, bu~ut, I can tell you that it's only after one of those that I. Found myself with the sweet tooth I have currently.
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[except...]
Well...maybe I did kind of start saying some really over-the-top stuff lately... and I remember something about telling people to believe in the power of love and kindness, but it wasn't me in the memory--I mean, not me me [gestures to himself, as if that explains exactly what he means.]