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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:55 pm
 Tall grasses and leaves on bushes rustled as the small Malu made her way through a small garden. Her dark crimson eyes were gazing straight ahead, and she trotted along with a set purpose. Yes, nearly there, now...
She emerged from the garden onto the stone floor, and continued her brisk pace. She made a sudden left turn, and her destination was in sight. She came to a halt in front of it, and gazed at the stone bench with a warm smile. The smile was replaced with a small frown of concentration, and she placed her paws onto the backless seat and contemplated how to hoist her back-end up, as well. Though it was easier to do now after much practice, it was still a challenge for a small Malu.
She placed her paws on the edge of the bench, hunkering her back end down a bit, and stuck her tongue out. Her hindlegs then forced her into a sudden leap onto the top of the bench, and after swaying for a moment or two, she regained her balance and settled herself down on the cold slab of stone.
With a contented sigh, the little ebony Malu perked up her ears and closed her eyes to the rest of the world, and waited. Ah, there it was... To her left, a cricket began chirping. The wind rustled through the garden's trees, making leaves dance. She could've sworn a frog was joining in somewhere nearby. Though Kali loved silence, she loved songs and music as well, and this was one of her favorite kinds. A completely unique song each and every time she came to hear them, for they were true works of art, each one a masterpiece. Each one was one of the infinite songs of Nature.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:57 pm
Minze was aware that a young one was near perhaps before she even saw or heard the little malu. Children were like a magnet force, and her heart quivered in anticipation not in meeting this one, but the familiar pang of longing for pups of her own. All little ones brought forth that sensation of despairing need, but she shook it aside as her ears swung forward and her eyes widened with alertness. It was dark, the sun a mere hint of magent on the horizon as the evening grew late, but she caught sight of the shadowy figure making it's way across the stone floor. The golden markings were distinguishable in the dark, but she was shocked to find that the eyes were nearly as dark as the pelt when she happened to catch a glimpse of a face.
She didn't move from her place beside a rose bush where she had been watching the buds close ever so slowly with the dying light. Her bright coat shined like a beacon in the gloom, but her form remained still as she watched the little Maluess concentrate on mounting the stone bench. Her lips pulled back in a soft smile, and she fought the urge to step forward and assist, knowing the pup would want to accomplish such a thing on her own - judging by the focus on her face and the peak of a pink tongue. When at last the malu was settled, Minze gave an inaudible exhale of relief and let her eyes trail back to her beloved flowers. Such beautiful things that spoke so much of life.
The sound of a cricket caught her own attention and her ears swivelled toward the sound before she took an unconscious step forward. The sound of her hoof against the stones was earthshattering, despite how soft the sound actually was. Grimacing, she glanced about before her eyes rested on the child once again almost guiltily. Her cherub wings fluttered as she tried to look innocent. "Hullo." She kept her voice soft, in case she crumbled the temple with volume.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:20 pm
More crickets chirped nearby, and the wind whistled through the trees. However, a hoofstep echoed throughout the small oasis of music, and an ebony ear with ornate gold markings swiveled towards the source of the footstep, her eyes still closed. When the soft greeting met her ears, however, her crimson eyes opened and her head turned, both ears focused on the newcomer.
It was a mint green female, with lovely pink forelock, tail, and markings. Was that a bit of white, too? She wasn't being loud on purpose, and she had spoken softly. The little black Maluess offered the other a warm smile, flicking her short, fluffy tail. "Hello!" She called back, just as softly, and a trail of thought began in her mind. What was this curious candy-colored creature doing out here so late? Possibly what she herself had been doing. Or was it something else?
"What brings you to this part of the temple?" Kali inquired of the mint-coated Maluess, and idly flicked an ear. Though she was but a child, she enjoyed acting more like an adult during times of peace and quiet. Daylight hours, when other children were awake, was a time for play and for fun. The time of peace and quiet, when Nature composed melodies and songs for the benefit of anyone listening, was a time Kali considered only mature Malu could enjoy. If others would prefer to be loud and rambunctious, they wouldn't be able to hear the songs of Nature. "Did you come to hear the night songs that Nature plays for us, too, or did you have other intentions?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 10:54 am
Her pink eyes widened as they met the dark orbs of the young pup. Indeed, they were nearly black, but the dying light caught on a flash of red and Minze knew it daylight that they were lended a deep crimson colour. Her green ears turned forward, as they had swivelled back at the sound of her own hoof scraping stone.
The return greeting was quiet, but no less enthusiastic, so Minze allowed her smile to broaden as she looked over the spirally ornate gold markings once again. Exquisite, assuredly. She wondered whether such markings had been diluted or enhanced once passed down from parent to child, but the thought was brief and she dipped her head slightly to acknowledge the return sentiment before taking a few more quiet steps forward so that conversation could be made more easily.
At the inquiry, the pink and green maluess tilted her head to one side with a thoughtful expression, before chuckling softly at the following question. Ah, yes, the songs of the night. She did not find it odd that the pup spoke so maturely so late in the evening, it was appropriate after all. Dusk and night were not the time for joyous giggling and bumbling about with play, such things were saved for daytime and sunlight. Just as flowers closed their petals with the fall of the sun, or at least most. "Hm, I'm brought to this part of the temple due to my own mindless wandering, I'm afraid." She grinned, "But my intentions were similiar. Simply enjoying the evening. Do you come hear specifically, often, to hear the night songs?"
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