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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:12 pm
Several days of being away from the sea had made the mare a little more than irritable but the lack of blazing heat had made it easier than it would have been the past summer. Cereleun eyes were closed as she rested herself against a tree. Long, flowing hair that almost always seemed wet was spread around her, tail draped over her body to keep her cool. Thankfully, there was a pond not too far from where she was resting and if she felt she was getting too dry - which made her far too uncomfortable - she could slip in and get wet. Not salt water, but water nonetheless.
It was a lazy morning, the sun obscured by clouds and casting shadows along the ground which made the sea mare pray that it stayed that way. If it got hot, she'd end up being quite snappish! But for now, irritable as she was, Asherah was likely going to be quite pleasant. Lucky for whoever met her this morning, indeed.
Fawkes hadn't gotten it quite so good.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:35 pm
It was quite confusing, really.
One moment he'd been there, and the next... here?
Shiloh snorted uneasily and broke into a trot. You'd think a nice send off, a normal farewell, even a simply -warning- wouldn't be too much to ask for! Well. Some people thought they could do anything. The pale stallion quite literally floated over the forest loam, his ground-eating stride carrying him far with little effort. The wind rustled around him, sending leaves fluttering and branches swaying.
It was still rather disconcerting to have a leaf fly at his face and NOT hit him. he didn't think he'd ever get used to that. Or the way the wind just... wasn't there...
Sunlight glittered on water ahead and he slowed his pace to a quick walk. Not that he had anywhere to be... and certainly he had all the time in the world. Still, he wasn't one to crawl his way through life.
Or death, in his case. Shiloh suppressed a smile.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:39 pm
...Was that stallion floating? She'd opened her eyes to scan for danger only to see a white Soquili floating. Above the ground. As in...his feet not touching the earth at all. That was something the odd mare hadn't seen before in all her days and made her blink a few times.
"...Are you floating?" came her melodic voice, not bothering to get up from her resting spot. Why should she, after all? It wasn't as if she had any reason to get to her feet. Sure, he was floating. Sure, he looked...slightly transparent (which was creepy in itself, thank you) and sure he was a stranger. But she didn't sense danger.
Besides, she wasn't one to be frightened easily.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:21 pm
He had to admit, he was a little disappointed. Normally they shrieked... or stared... or SOMETHING. Certainly they got up! He wasn't normal, after all!
"... Maybe?" Shiloh cracked a smile and shrugged apologetically. He hadn't really thought about it before... he just moved his legs and was where he wanted to be, like always. Though he never heard his hooves hit the ground now, or smelled the cool scent of crushed grass.
... come to think of it, he never smelled much of anything anymore.
Really, did it matter how he got somewhere? He was here. That's what mattered. Right?
"You're taking it pretty well. Most others are more jumpy, you know." He eyed her, caught halfway between amusement and annoyance.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 11:11 pm
It was hard to surprise someone who was constantly changing and adapting, wasn't it? A smile quirked at her lips, "You can't 'maybe' be floating. You either are, or you aren't. It seems like you are, so we'll say you are." Logic was something that the mare tended to use a lot when she was in one of those irritable moods.
Shifting, the spray of her mane and tail moved off her body and she fixated herself to be more comfortable, "Jumpy? Well, I suppose most would be, yes. But you see, I have a perfectly nice spot by this tree and if I jumped and landed on some kind of sharp nasty thing I could have a punctured bum. And I rather like my rear assets in one piece and not stained with an unpleasant red color. Makes sense, yes?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:45 pm
Shiloh considered this for a moment.
"I didn't really mean jumpy literally, you know. Or maybe you would just jump to your feet, or something." He grinned, offering up his next comment as a joke. "It would make being... this... more fun!"
Seriously. The only perks for being a ghost was your ability to sneak and scare others. He couldn't enjoy anything the living could, after all.
"And it's only 'maybe' floating because I'm not sure that's what I'm doing." He watched her for a moment, his startlingly bright eyes falling on her 'wet' mane and tail. "If you, um, want to call it that, go ahead." Personally, he preferred the word "gliding", or maybe "drifting". ... yes, drifting. Because that was certainly what he was doing, drifting through death.
Anyways. Now it was HIS turn for questions. He tossed his head, mane rippling in an ethereal breeze. His emerald eyes fell on her soaked coat again. "Did you swim recently or something?"
... great start.
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