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 Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 7:44 pm
  It was mid-day on the beach, and with the coming of early fall, the temperature has cooled immensely from the intense summer heat that most have endured. The sand looked almost golden from the sun's position in the hemisphere, and the waves seemed to have slowed down to enjoy the weather that today proposed, gently lapping at the coast with foamy edges.
Everything was more or less peaceful today...that is, until a small blur of black and white with an unmistakable flash of red came bounding from the meadow boundaries, kicking up sand into the air with the ridges of his hooves and ending his dramatic entrance by splashing around in salty water. It's certainly a little less peaceful now with this little demon afoot.
Bringing up the rear was a much larger, calmer equine, who didn't look anything like the colt in question. What would at first seem like a black and white pinto coat was merely a subtle blue roan color, and not a single hint of wings could be found on his body, nor the elusive shade of red. Whoever he was, he was certainly not related to what appears to be his [now completely soaking wet] charge. Pricking his ears, he snorted as he watched said colt attempt to win a fight with a crab.
"Requiem! Leave it alone, it can pinch your muzzle."
The foal flattened his ears and wrinkled his nose at the stallion's words. Always ruining my fun, he thought to himself as he watched the crab scuttle away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 9:54 am
 Sand, sand, everywhere, so let's all have a roll!
Laughing merrily, Amary lay on her side, her bright red-violet coat almost completely obscured by the beach sand. While not exactly familiar with this sort of environment, she's discovered the joys of sand almost as soon as she set foot in it. It was sinking underfoot, warm to the touch, fun to roll in, shapeable, and you could kick it up when you ran! Not to mention it was fun to burrow into, as she had just recently found out.
Yes, sand was entertaining, but all that entertainment was tiring! At the moment, the filly was being remarkably still (or at least, remarkably still for her). Aside of the laughter and the heaving of her lungs, she was immobile; a necessary evil after having so much fun.
And she WAS having fun; her father had brought both Amary and her brother Leon to the ocean today, and it was great. Only Leon had hurt himself, so Papa had had to take Leon home; SHE had been given permission to stay, though, as long as she promised NOT to go into the water and use the rules of common sense. Promise she had, and at the beach she was...alone!
Or not alone. Pausing in her laughter for just a moment, she heard the unmistakable sound of a voice carrying down the beach. A voice? That meant people were here!
Craning her head around, she looked down the beach to see if she could see the people in question. Maybe there'd be kids, and they'd want to play!
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:02 pm
Requiem was heaving with amused laughter as he splashed around the shore, kicking up as much moistened sand clumps and water as he can into the air. As they hit their highest peak, the clumps broke away into smaller clusters and scatter across the waves with audible "plomp!" noises. This received positive reinforcement from the colt, and he continued to toss clumps around until he noticed something...odd.
Farther away from him and Brannon was...nothing that he could focus on clearly, but there was..something magenta? It was very small, it's a wonder he even noticed it to begin with, but this certain distraction caused him to pause in his merriment, and gets hit in the face with wet sand clusters.
Brannon, who at this point was happily enjoying the warmth of the sand under his belly, raised an eyebrow at the sudden stillness. Well, this certainly isn't normal, he thought to himself. Observing Req's line of stare, he turns his head towards the source and promptly chuckles to himself. His eye sight a bit better than the colt's, he destinguishes the magenta body from the sand and recognizes another youngling playing..but alone? That's usually odd.
Regardless, he was sure he'd have a good show if he continued to watch the little bird foal and how long it takes for him to realize just what is over yonder.
Requiem, feeling the time for knowing is now, started to slowly slink his way over to the 'unknown'.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 6:40 pm
Narrowing her eyes so that she could see a bit better, Amary was finally able to make out the shapes of two....SOQUILI! One big, one little...maybe a foal and it's parent? That was nice, that foal must be having a fun day with it's mom or dad just like she'd been!
After realizing THAT, the obvious course of action became clear. Breaking into a huge grin, Amary proceded to bounce to her feet, sand drifting off her in streams. After shaking herself once to get more of the stuff off, she looked down the beach once more, than took off through the sand. "HI!!!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:33 pm
The sudden burst of a brightly coloured form [and a voice to go with it] startled Requiem so much that his long, gangly legs tangled themselves into a knot of limbs. With his hooves nowhere to go, he found himself collapsing into the sand, spraying the little pellet grains every which way. This is certainly not the best way to make a first impression, but Req was never really one to impress anyways.
The stallion chuckled to himself; now this is a good show! Finally, weeks of following the young one around without falling asleep is finally paying off. The duo hardly ever ran into other soquili, and when they did, it was usually family. The colt, however, had a reputation for sneaking off when Brannon was resting, so perhaps he had seen others without his knowledge. This tidbit didn't sit well with him, and since then has had to keep double an eye to make sure he stayed out of trouble.
Which, it seems, isn't likely even with him around. As his vision cleared, Req lifted his head in time to see a fast-approaching, incredibly friendly filly. "Wha...?" Snorting some sand out of his nostrils [yum], he untangled his legs beneath him and attempts to pick himself up before she collides into him!
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:15 pm
Luckily for all parties involved, Amary had started to skitter to a stop prior to reaching the other Soqs. Though she kicked up sand as she slowed down, she managed to avoid crashing into the gray foal as he floundered about on the ground. Exactly WHY he was floundering around in the sand she didn't know; it looked like he might be sandbathing, only he wasn't rolling or nothing. It must be an individual preference.
So she didn't make any comments on it, merely gave both the stallion and the colt a wide grin as she stood, hooves buried in the sand. Now that she was actually here, she was all set to burst into a greeting of enthusiasm...
Right after she got her breath back.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 4:47 pm
As he watched the filly's form grow larger and larger with each outstretched hoof and stride, Requiem couldn't help but wonder what sort of pain he'd receive if she were as clumsy as himself. Her shadow centimeters from his muzzle, he quickly tenses in preparation for the collision, eyes tightly shut and his body ressembling much like a monochromatic beachball.
It was with another surprise that instead of feeling what should have been a forceful impact upon his gangly body [or so he thought so], was instead a shower of tiny sand granules, imbedding themselves into the roots of his mane for future irritation and itching.
Relaxing his muscles was a difficult procedure to do immediately after shock like that, but he managed to untangle himself pretty well, turning his face towards his newest encounter with a weary opened eye. And there, standing before him, was the most colourful creature he had ever encountered.
She certainly looked very odd to him [aside from the wings - it turns out that every female he has encountered were winged, and therefore, all females must have wings, of course]. Not one to have good manners, he quickly lifts himself up and began to study her features, without saying a single word.
It wasn't every day that he met something magenta coloured.
Brannon, on the other hand, was appalled and embarassed at the young colt's behavior. Instead of immediately repremanding him, however, he turns his attentions to Amary and whickers gently at her. "Hello there! Please excuse my...friend there, he's a bit on the duller side of the crayon box, if you know what I mean."
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 12:13 pm
To be honest, being stared at really didn't bother Amary. Ever since she had first emerged from the basket (and technically, even before), she'd heard from her parents how wonderful it was to be looked at, to be noticed, to be INTERESTING. If you were eye-catching, then people would notice you, and that was good. 'Cause if people didn't notice you, then you'd be BORED all the time.
Consequently, she wasn't the least bit put-out at the other foal's rather blank appraisal of her. She'd stare at him a bit herself (having never seen a gray foal before), were she not otherwise distracted by the older stallion. He was neat, too; all blue and white and blotchy. Plus he was talking, and it was rude not to talk to thems that were talking to you, right?
So she gave the stallion a grin, bobbing her little head in greeting. "Hello to you too, Mister! And you don't hafta 'pologize for him, it makes sense to look hard that things that are different, you know?" If she did say so herself. "And I'm different, or I'd think I am, cause you two are different to ME. I'm Amary, by the way; who're you two?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:46 pm
What an interesting little girl, and a reply to go with it. Satisfied that she hadn't been insulted with the brash colt's behavior, Brannon allows himself to relax at the presence of the new filly and takes the conversation to her favor. "Indeed, you are different! I have never seen such a colorful soquili before. It's quite nice." He gave her a paternal smile, something he quickly picked up from Maestro during Requiem's first few days before introducing himself. "I'm Brannon, pleasant to meet you miss Amary."
What may have been a good conversation was nothing but blurred noise in Req's ears as he surveyed the foal before him. She was the same height as he, but that seemed to be the only thing he could really compare her with! She was more colorful, had real wings as opposed to his faux feathered pattern, and her personality seemed to fit her color scheme well. This wasn't necessarily a good thing right away; he immediately saw this sort of vibrancy as a spazz.
Feeling he had observed enough, he brings himself back to what was going on just in time to hear Brannon's delightful introduction. He wrinkled his muzzle; sometimes he was just too sweet for the colt to bare.
Flicking his tail, he rolled his eyes over to Amary's face. "I'm Requiem...can you fly with those things?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:37 pm
Beaming, Amary returned Brannon's introduction with a bob of her head. He was a nice stallion, alright, and so complimentary! She was sure that her papa would approve of her talking to a nice stranger like this, though he'd be back before too long anyway and THEN he could tell her how proud of her social skills he was in person! Oh, this was good.
"It's nice to meet you too, Brannon, and yes I can, Requiem...or sorta. My wings are still little, so I can't REALLY fly-fly, just lift off a bit."
Without waiting for a response, Amary began to flutter her wings vigorously, the action causing the sand beneath her feet to shift and churn. After a few minutes of exertion, though, the effort began to pay off as first her front hooves, then her back ones lifted off of the ground a few inches. But she only managed to hold that for a few moments before collapsing back into the sand, breathing hard from exertion. "See?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 7:47 pm
Brannon chuckled to himself, admiring Amary's exuberance. Aah, youth...if only others her age were as pleasant. Despite it being so, he enjoyed being in the company of younger generations [even req's!]: they were easily the most entertaining and delightful to watch, and he had the best seat the beach could provide to allow him to do so.
The sudden burst of fluttering wings caused Requiem to jump a little, not quite expecting those to move so swiftly. His sister had those same shoulder appendages, but he never saw her try anything what Amary was attempting now. However, his sister was also not quite as gutsy, or at least, he didn't seem to think so.
After the initial surprise dimmed down, he started to become bored of watching the filly flap around like a maniac, and was almost going to look away until he saw her front hooves begin to float above the moving sand. Curious and attention grasped at once more, he watches her in awe as she lifts herself for several seconds, all four hooves dangling above the ground. While the time may not have been impressive, the matter of fact that she wasn't touching the sand at all was a crucial point in Req's opinion. Unbeknownst to her, she had just made an admirer out of the colt.
She must teach him how to do that; forget that it was highly unrealistic and impossible for him to achieve.
"WHOA! That was awesome!"
Indeed, even Brannon was impressed. It seems that having so much boundless energy had paid off for her!
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 8:13 pm
Short as her 'flight' had been, it had taken a great deal of energy for Amary to last even that long; consequently, she remained flopped in the sand for what seemed (to her active mind) like an eternity as she tried to get her breath back. Still, she was beaming widely at the praise from the other foal; even at this young age she liked to be complimented.
As soon as she could stand, she was pulling herself to her feet and shaking off the sand, grinning at Requiem and quivering excitedly. "You really think so? I've been practicing for SOOOOOO long, and I can finally do even that much. You should see my Papa fly, and Tony; they can fly ALLLLLL over the place with their wings, and I ought to be able to fly like that too someday and it's so fun!"
Bouncing excitedly, Amary beamed at the other foal. "Can you fly yet?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 8:40 pm
Her swift way of melding words together was hard for Requiem to keep up with, but he managed to understand the key points in her sentences. While she may be a spazz, she had deeply impressed the colt with her ability and after a while, he found her company not quite as annoying several moments before. For Req, this was a highly regarded feat indeed.
"Yeah? My dad can fly, and I think Ser MIGHT be able to if she ever stops being a wuss." Typical bully brother. With any hope he'll drop this attitude when he grows and he'll be able to learn to become friends and even treasure that relationship with his sister...but for now, it's the same tricks and name calling. Poor Serenade.
He became taken aback at Amary's next coment, however, and he slowly blinked at black streaked face. Is she blind, or is she actually poking fun at him? "I...can't," was his simple reply.
He had always been a little self conscious about his 'wings', and he'd never felt it more than at this very moment.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 7:56 am
In all actuality, Amary had had no intentions of upseting Requiem or making him feel uncomfortable. In true foal fashion, she had looked without seeing, noting the other foal's wing-like markings and registering them as true wings. Consequently, she didn't realize how odd her question was until his slightly stammered comment.
"You can't? Well, maybe you need to practice more." Frowning, the filly cocked her head at the colt, intending to size up his wings more fully, then an incredulous look came upon her face as she realized that he didn't have wings, but rather markings that LOOKED like wings. "Wow...that is so AWESOME!"
Without considering how weird the gesture must be, she scooted close to Requiem and nosed at his side, laughing a bit as she confirmed that the wings were not real. "Those are the coolest markings EVER, Requiem, you're so lucky! I wish I had neat designs like that, all I have is this black thing on my muzzle and THAT'S not that much. Really, wow!"
Stepping back, she gave the foal a bright grin, open admiration evident in her eyes. "Your papa, you said he can fly? Do his wings have markings like wings TOO? That would be so crazy...or is it your mama? Can your mama fly? My Mama can't fly cause she has no wings, either, and my brother Leon has no wings like her but HE doesn't have neat markings. I wish I had neat markings..." Sigh. Some Soquili had all the luck.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:43 am
Ooooh yeah, this girl was crazy. A look of bewilderment crossed Requiem's face at her mention of actually practicing to fly. What was he going to do, jump off a cliff and hope the wind catches him?
However, his sardonic thoughts were interrupted by a sudden change of mind. Well, at least she finally noticed that his wings weren't, infact, real. What was once bewilderment slowly morphed into annoyance in the curve of his lip, and he wasn't pleased at all when she butted her muzzle against his side. Really, what's her problem?!
"Yeah, yeah.." He let her compliments slide off without affect, flicking his stubby little tail back and forth. "I never cared much for them." Taking a sideways glance at himself, he scrunched up his muzzle to emphasize his statement.
"Dad has wings, but not markings of wings on them. I get them from momma," he answered. Gosh, it felt that Amary was talking even faster than before...was that even possible? He flicked an ear back, overwhelmed by the amount of words per minute he was listening to. "Whoa whoa whoa, sloooowww down! You do too have neat markings."
While Requiem is usually not the kindest of foals, he highly disliked it when others made a fuss over themselves and how uncool they were.
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