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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:03 am
 It was a good day in all honesty. Chilly, yes but.... Good. Istas stretched out her legs and looked around trying to decide what to do. there was still some snow around, she liked seeing the snow, but she was in the mood for getting out. So with that in her head she took off from the teepee to go walking. "Wonder if I can see some foals today." She liked watching foals, it reminded her of her two friends from childhood, and even her possible future with her own foals. But it wasn't to long or far from her usual field that she saw a rather interesting sight of a stallion and a basket.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:21 am
 The basket sat alone, chilly. Still as can be it listened to the quiet yet somehow sensed that others were around. Could it be that it was doomed to eternally be stuck in the dark depths of the wooven confines... would it ever know the light of day. It missed its new friends and sighed sadly. Slowly it began to rock itself, the moss coating on the forest floor was crispy from frost yet still soft enough to keep it from tipping completely over.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:41 am
Istas bounced her way over to the basket; looking around for the 'owner'. With a flip of her tail she walked away from it, and snuffed into the air. "Most wouldn't leave a basket around unless they were purposely trying to loose it." She spoke out loud. She could have sworn she saw a Stallion. Maybe they were abandoning it? If that was the case she would never hear the end of it, from Forte if she didn't take the basket... She eyed it some. "ugh I don't want any yet..." as it rocked, it caused Istas to jump a bit... She backed away a bit more. "Woah... so you're that old already..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 12:04 pm
 The basket rocked back and forth a moment before coming to rest upon an obstacle. A voice startled it out of its own quiet thought. Slightly, the basket pushed harder at the obstacle and noted it wasnt there a moment ago, but it was there now. A thought crossed its mind.... what if this is my mommy? Has she come to get me at long last? The basket made a gentle little chirp as it leaned on the object again.Rush stood watched the mare approach the basket. It was his basket afterall and he did feel some responsibility for it. Yet, the idea of fatherhood struck him as odd. He was not a stallion of action, he never had been. He was brave for sure, and noble. He respected all soquili equally and did not quarel. And... on rare occasion, he was very light-hearted like the colt he was at heart. But this - baffled him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 1:34 pm
Her ears twitched and she looked down at the basket. "I bet you're adorable...But sadly you are not mine. The one you belong too seems to be hiding." She looked around again; wanting the parent to step forward. "I feel bad letting you sit here all alone... My name is Istas. I live over near the river." She nosed the basket lightly. "I think that.. you're parent should be here to keep you warm.. Its probably a bit chilly in there, it is out here."
It was that thought that caused her to raise her head. "I'm going to take the basket if you don't get out here."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:13 pm
Rush snorted at the mare. Who was she to threaten stealing of the basket?
The basket wiggled at the mare. She sounded sweet and thoughtful and boy was she ever right! It was cold in there! It slowly pressed against the weavings to get a peek at her. Little slits started to unravel as it did so, letting in piercing light and foreign shadows.
Rush watched the little basket intently. Somehow he felt connected to the thing he almost dispised. It was a representation of him and Luca and his almost carelessness. Now he was stuck with not one, but three little baskets to care for and no knowledge of how to do so. "I dont see why this basket would concern you so," he spoke quietly from the treeline.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 9:19 am
As the basket wiggled more, she tried her best to keep it warm with her legs on either side. "It concerns me, because without proper care if could die... You are its father. Whether or not you wanted it... If you didn't then you should have left it with its mother... Or with someone that at least cared." Knowing her luck she was speaking crossly to a kalona; and she wouldn't make it back to the next tree line if she had to run.
"I think you need to come to terms with the fact that you created a life, possible lives; and you need to grow some balls and step up to the plate."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 9:29 am
Slowly he took steps forth, the twigs beneath his hooves crinkling brittlely under his weight. His breaths fogged upwards towards the skies above and he sent with it a little prayer. "Forgive me for my inabilities," he whispered nearly to himself.
Tilting his head back at the white mare he paused for a moment to admire the way she guarded that basket. His eyes softened slightly as the basket wiggled, he assumed from the cold. Cold and alone. Without him. Oh dear, he thought. It seems I do have a problem. "Noone's perfect," Rush muttered in her general direction. "Some of us arent used to... family"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:56 pm
"I don't expect everyone too... But if you doubt yourself, or if you create life and then are unsure, feelings get hurt, and things that can't fend for themselves get hurt." She flicked her tail some. "I'm not a mother, but I know that I was alone in a basket for a while, and I was scared... I wanted anyone to keep me warm on the cold nights, someone familiar voice to be heard. These things will come naturally; to protect. Specially with those that want to care and love."
"I know a mare that had two baskets, she and her mate had no idea if they were capable of being good parents, but they try, they know its now their obligation to raise two foals into adulthood, and then after that... they can step back. Just have a little faith... All it wants is love, and love will guide you." She leaned down to nose at the basket*
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:54 pm
"Love," he muttered. All these new concepts. Rush inched closer and watched the tiny basket stretch towards the strange mare.
With the afternoon sun near hidden its place in the basket grew colder. It ruffled the weavings some more, stretching them, letting in more of the world unknown. So much its new friends had told of angels who eat clouds and wonderful things called rainbows, and rain. It wished to see rain. With a butt of its head it bounced inside the basket. The lid whisked up and then down, still quite latched. It attempted it again with the same result. It was not time to emerge yet. But I want to see the rain... it silently ached.
Rush watched the little foal in the basket attempt to raise the lid which was still secured as tightly as any basket he had ever seen. It was a pretty basket adorned in black with a amethyst gem. "Perhaps it will look like its mother," the stallion joked to himself mostly. "I do wish I baskets came with owners manuels." He quietly fretted to himself, the perspiration building behind his ears and down the length of his neck.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:10 pm
Istas was rather surprised and taken aback by the energy of the foal inside the basket. She had never seen one try so hard come out. She pulled her head back so she wouldn't get bumped in the nose, that she was sure would hurt. She glanced up at the stallion. He still looked nervous.
"The mother?" She questioned and then smiled at him. "Ahh but owner manuals take the fun out of it. It's a bit of an adventure, you know? You should be looking forward to it. I mean looks at it, it wants to come out so badly. It's zest for freedom should be inspiring you to be the best father you can be." She leaned down again and she started to push the basket toward him. "You should talk to it, so it recognizes your voice. You'd be surprised of the wonders it can bring."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:17 pm
Talk to it? Oh but what would one say to a basket? How would he know that it would even recognize him? And where had Luca run off to with the others in a time like this? He shuffled about some more and tilted his head down towards the thing. "What do baskets want to hear?" He was perplexed at the least. This little basket was surely going to be his undoing. Rush prepared himself to be tongue-lashed again. This whole process was not easy, to say the least.
It harumphed for a few moments, discouraged that its attempts to free itself were failed ones at best. Scrambling on the inside it began to beat at the bindings, uttering little chirpety noises as it did so. Out! Out! Out!
Rush jumped at the noises the basket was making. He was unsure as to whether they were noises of pleasure... or pain, as he grew closer to it. "Uh..." He stuttered. "Hell-o little one. Are you okay in there?" He eyed the mare warily, completely baffled at what next. The whites in his eyes showed fear, though they had softened much since the first contact with her. His weaknesses were showing and he was not at all pleased with himself for letting them be as such.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 6:38 am
Istas backed off. She looked down to watch. She knew he was nervous; and unsure. But he needed to leave his comfort zone to learn this. "Baskets jsut want to hear your voice... Just saying hello, sometimes Forte would tell stories to her baskets, they were calm hearing her voice... " She tilted her head some as the basket jostled about again. The little one in there certainly wanted out. She wondered how much longer it would remain a basket. She watched him eying her; she wanted to make sure he knew he had to do this without her or anyone else forcing him... Her ears twitched and a smile crossed her face when she heard him attempting to talk to it. She nodded in a pleasing manner.
"Very good... It's just as curious about you, as you are of it..." She nodded some. She remembered when she was in her basket... Her parents had left and next thing she knew Forte was there.. and Liberty. She remembered no recognizing the voices around her anymore.
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