Good Day.
My Name Is Fredric Horseshoepin.
An esteemed melodist, Piano virtuoso,
and an all around general artisan.
While my skills in pictorialization may not be exceptional, I can assure you that my musical skills are up to snuff.
And I take request.
((Please)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
((Would anyone mind if I deleted this blog?))
I haven’t updated in forever, and I really can’t follow anyone back.
*SilverStrings trots into Town Square wearing a French maid outfit, and eating cookies.*
Mmm, oatmeal.
*Fredric walks by an nods his head toward silver.* Good Day, Miss. *He trots a little further before stopping and doing a double take.* My goodness! Strings, is that you in that outfit?
Reblog if you, or your RP character is gay, bi, or pansexual.
bi male pref here
((anyone else?))
*SilverStrings sits on a bench, beneath a willow tree, on the west bank in the park.*
I do not.
But if I had to guess, I’d guess it was some time around five.Oh, fiddlesticks, I knew I was late.
*He sits down on the bench*
I was supposed to meet an old friend here. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now
*He Sighs*
Anyway, how are you, stranger?
I do well for myself. lounging through the day, only to seek new companionship on a whim. Tis’ a fair day.
Indeed. Companionship is a fair thing to seek upon such a day as this. I would wish to tarry with you for a while. Tell me, what is your name and place in life? Has fate treated you well?
*SilverStrings sits on a bench, beneath a willow tree, on the west bank in the park.*
*Looking to make new friends.*
*almost trots by with a concerned look on his face before stopping*
Excuse me, do you have the time?
I do not.
But if I had to guess, I’d guess it was some time around five.
Oh, fiddlesticks, I knew I was late.
*He sits down on the bench*
I was supposed to meet an old friend here. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now
*He Sighs*
Anyway, how are you, stranger?
*SilverStrings sits on a bench, beneath a willow tree, on the west bank in the park.*
*Looking to make new friends.*
*almost trots by with a concerned look on his face before stopping*
Excuse me, do you have the time?
Good morning..
Morning… afternoon… I dunno what it is! After some things last night that shall not be discussed, I’m back online at… good grief, how long DID I sleep in?
Wouldn’t be the first time…
No, it would not! Some things are normal after all!
I’m sure they are.
Good morning..
Morning… afternoon… I dunno what it is! After some things last night that shall not be discussed, I’m back online at… good grief, how long DID I sleep in?
Wouldn’t be the first time…
*Horsechopin starts playing the wedding march while four chorus ponies sing along.*
*Horsechopin starts playing the wedding march while four chorus ponies sing along.*
