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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:05 pm
She'd managed to get away from her family and siblings for a bit now that she was bigger. Mum wasn't so protective of 'little ones' who could get out on their own and explore. It was nice to get away. It meant she could run around and feel the wind against her body without having to worry about someone calling her silly for it. There was a good breeze today and running with it was the best joy she could think of. It had to be close to what her father and winged siblings felt when they were flying.
"Ah! Who needs flight. Actually feeling the ground disappearing under me is so much better than just watching it." She laughed to herself as she ran alongside a small river.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:28 pm
It was then that he noticed the oncoming figure, the dark blot against the bank that was seemingly racing in his direction. Of course, being of a more curious nature, he simply narrowed his eyes upon it in an attempt to make it out. It wasn't until she was quite a bit closer that he realized it was in fact another Soquili, and a mare at that. He stepped out of the way of what he assumed would be her path (after all, who wants to be barreled over by a female in a hurry to go somewhere?) but puffed himself up proudly regardless. "Hell there," he called out to her, once he assumed she was within hearing range. After all, she was a lady - who didn't want to talk to a lady?
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:33 pm
It hadn't occurred to her that someone else might have thought the river was a nice place to be in the summer sun and probably wouldn't have until she'd run him down if he hadn't spoken.
Scrambling to get her feet under her she stopped just short of running into him. "Oh! .. hi" She grinned as she shook her mane out of her face so she could actually see the stallion. That was -certainly- not a color she'd seen before outside of on plants. "You stand out you know ... you'd think i wouldn't miss something like that"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:28 pm
He shifted just slightly to make sure that she wouldn't run into him, although it was more to the side than back, just an insurance policy of sorts as he wasn't sure that she could indeed skid to a halt in time as fast as she had been going. As soon as she was stopped, though, he took his former position and stood there just as regally as any stallion might - until she started on about the coloring of his coat.
"Well," he said slowly, his ears twitching as he tried to think of a good manly excuse as to why he stood out. If he hadn't been so pink already, he was sure his cheeks would have been flaming with his obvious flush, even beneath the fur of his coat. "I don't think I stand out more than anyone else, really, but if you truly think my manly exterior is that unique, I guess I'm really not one to argue." He smirked, though behind it he was silently cursing himself for having such a feminine color. Why couldn't he sport a color more like her own? Dark gray and black would have been a nice manly color.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:34 pm
"Well maybe you stand out because i'm used to seeing my family." She laughed. "They're all my color ... or like my Dad, but he's at least sort white and kinda glittery blue." Her family was certainly not pink nor green nor that bright in coloration.
She paused for a moment to swish her tail away from the water where it was headed. Wet and dirty bits were never any fun when the rivers weren't deep enough to make it go away. "I thought flowers were girly? Not manly. Especially pink ones. Though green isn't very girly ... it's kinda cute." She grinned brightly at him completely not paying attention to the fact that it might have embarrassed him to talk about his coat color or to be called girly.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:44 pm
"Maybe so," he said as he glanced down at the earth beneath his hooves, pawing at it lightly as he tried to imagine her family. It would have been nice to be colored like that. "Mine is pretty much colored like me, though there is a lot of yellow and white too," he said dryly, picking his head up and giving it a slight shake that sent his mane flopping. They were all flowery colored, but he was the most flowery and unmanly colored of them all.
"No, flowers can be especially manly," he said with a bit of a frown, picking his head up so that he looked a bit prouder, his chest puffed out slightly and his stance a bit more rigid. "Some of them have thorns, and some are poisonous. Neither of those things are especially girly at all." Though, as she commented on the green being kind of cute, he did let his frown fade slightly to a smirk, his bruised ego smoothed over vaguely by the compliment.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:52 pm
"Really?" Her head tilted to the side slightly. "Cause id' have thought poisonous would have been girls too. I mean aren't there those kinds of girls who would trick a guy into something just to make fun of him? Or like girls who just used guys for something? That sounds like poisonous to me. And you don't have thorns so your flower isn't manly like that." She grinned at him before turning to get a quick drink from the river.
"Besides, being girly is fun. Whole lot better to make friends when you don't look like some sort of muscled up meathead." How she'd come to the conclusion that girly guys would be easier to talk to she didn't know but it seemed to work for her.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:59 pm
"I guess," he said slowly, his mouth working itself as he tried to come up with a good excuse to counter that remark. Alas, thinking was not exactly the poor fellow's strong point and he came up empty-handed when he tried. He followed her with his eyes as she turned to get a drink of water, half tempted to stick out his tongue when her back was turned, just to get a bit of his dignity back - but that was childish. He didn't need to be girly and childish at the same time.
"I don't think being girly is fun at all," he said at last, with as much confidence and strength as he could muster, "maybe I'd want to be a muscled up meathead so that people would take me seriously and stop thinking I'm such a cute little.. flower." He said it with the touch of a sneer on his words before he too moved over to the river and leaned to get a drink of water. His cheeks were warmed from his embarrassment, and his tail twitched behind him irritably. He didn't want to be rude to her, but she was bruising his ego whether she meant to or not.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:03 pm
"But aren't muscled meatheads .... kinda stupid? I wouldn't want to be one of those." She shook her head at the idea. It just seemed pointless to have nothing rattling around in your head. "Wouldn't others take you more seriously if you were perfectly happy being a cute little flower because you knew that there was more to you than that?"
She turned to look at him with a smile. "Unless you're confident in your manlyness and that's good for you. I'm still gonna call you cute though so you should take it as a compliment."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:18 pm
"They're not always stupid," he said, jerking upright from where he had been bent over drinking his fill of the stream. "You can be a muscled, strong stallion and be perfectly smart and competent," he argued, furrowing his brows. Although, when he thought about it, the term was usually reserved for the sorts that were really dumb. "Alright, maybe I don't want to be a meathead, but I don't want to be a girly boy either."
He was about to argue with her, tell her how much he truly didn't want to be called cute, but that smile made him shut his mouth and all he managed was an irritated grumble. "Whatever works for you then, toots," he muttered, scuffing his hoof against the earth, his ears twitching again in his irritation. It was too hard to be blatantly mean to someone who battled you with sugar and smiles.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:31 pm
"I didn't say you were a girly boy. I just said it wasn't always a bad thing to be. And you're stuck being girly looking so you might want to start to like that. Don't girls usually want a nice strong man who is in touch with his girlier side?"
At least she wouldn't want some guy who was just all brute and no fun. "Can't play with a brute. All they want to do is win and be the best and it's no fun. Brutes wouldn't enjoy the fun of just running for the sake of running. Girly boys would." She nodded firmly, absolutely stuck in her idea that girly boys were better than brutes.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:44 pm
"Well, that's what you were insinuating," he said with that almost-sulk-of-a-frown still plastered firmly in place. He shrugged his shoulders lightly and twitched his tail, sending the free ends of the braided mass brushing against the damp ground beneath his hooves. "Wouldn't that be sort of like courting another girl though?" he huffed lightly, glancing up at her with his deep gray eyes. "Don't see why any girl would want that." He couldn't handle one female, he'd hate to see what it was like when there was more 'female' in a relationship all together.
"Who says you can't play with a brute?" He quirked his brow at her, taking a step closer. "I like to play just fine, thank you. Girly boys would probably be too afraid of getting dirty if they went to run around. Besides, what if something bad happened, like you got attacked? A girly boy wouldn't be much use to you then." He wasn't sure why they were arguing about it, other than the fact that he just simply didn't want to be a girly boy. His coat color had always been a sore spot to him, and drawing attention to it most certainly didn't help.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:52 pm
"Who says that girly boys can't fight? Besides, brutes would just try to stand there and defend whatever even if they knew they couldn't win. I'd rather have an alive girly boy who ran away than a dead one who was too thick headed to run when he should have." She nodded again, bangs bobbing in front of her eyes.
"Not all girls hate getting dirty." She shifted a bit and splashed some of the river water at him. "Some like it. So there. Girls might like having someone more girly around so they could actually talk to them. Big old brute might not even care what a girl was saying. They could just want her around so they could say they had a girl"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 3:06 pm
"That's not the way to go about it at all," he said with a bit of a frown, shaking his head and causing the green short mane atop his head to flop as he did so. "If you were in danger I would hope whatever male you had would be man enough to stick around and make sure you got away alright." Running away if a female was in danger would never be okay with him, simply put. He shifted, picking his head up a bit more at the thought, regaining a little bit of his composure.
"Hey," he said with a blink as the water splashed across his face, though his frown faded into a half grin as he shook away the feel of cold droplets. "You don't know that," he muttered, but he leaned over to return her with a splash of his own, his smile curling into a smirk instead. If they could just drop the conversation altogether, why, that would be alright too.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 3:10 pm
"Well yes i'd expect them to make sure i got away, but i'd want them to get away too. No sense it sticking around for a fight you can't win." She grinned brightly at him before shaking the water he'd splashed at her out of her mane.
"No, but i could be right too. You never know." She stuck her tongue out at him as she trotted further into the river. Turning she splashed a larger wave of water in his direction with one of her back legs.
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