|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 10:47 pm
She stood alone, like she always did it seemed.
Her sister, apple of her father's eye was probably off training somewhere or sparring with her father. Her brother was off probably trying to solve everyone's problems, questioning the very meaning of life. She? Well, she was alone. Always alone. Perhaps if she flew around she would have an easier time making friends but with her frame being quite small, she didn't have the stamina to make vast journeys and still be home by dusk. With the recent influx of skinwalkers and kalona wandering around, Zaiella wouldn't be caught dead wandering the nights alone.
The mare stood in the open plains, her strange pelt of gold and blues making her stand out like a sore thumb. Her wings of white and navy tips spread out to the open breezes, her eyes closed and head held high. Yet...like most winds, she did not fly.
The fear she held for her family kept her firmly on the ground.
How could she take to the wild blue when everyone else was stuck on earth, the pains of betrayal kept her wings constricted. How could she leave them behind in all good consious!?!?
Thus, with another sigh, she folded her wings back against her side and moved on. "Another boring day...." She said quietly, apt to follow the same routine untill she died it seemed!
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 11:56 pm
Gaspard wasn't one to approach another unless it seemed like they were distressed, and only then, it was if he thought he could be of some kind of help. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't seem to resist a situation where he could at least try to ease someone else's discomfort, even if he felt awkward and bumbling as he did so.
That aside, he had his own worries to attend to that day.
It wasn't so much a worry as it was a surprise; Corine had apparently already found a herd. While he was pleased for his sister, he was now presented with a somewhat uncomfortable dilemma. If he were to stay, it seemed natural that he would want to find a herd eventually, but he didn't want to join a herd simply to be joining a herd. It would have to feel right, with Soquili that he trusted.
The thoughts were heavy on his mind, enough that he almost passed by a winged mare without even noticing she was there, despite her bright colors.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of gold and blue, and stopped, blinking. He slowly turned his head, taking in her unique appearance as she walked along some distance ahead of him. He would have let her be, but the wind carried her voice to him, and he couldn't help but discern a note of discontent in it.
Well. A mare.
He wasn't really good with mares.
Ears flicking back uneasily, he debated with himself until his conscience finally won over his own discomfort. He took a deep breath, pivoted his ears forward, and approached the mare.
"Hello?"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 11:40 pm
Whipping her head around at the voice of another, her eyes widened as she spotted the white dappled stallion....how had he gotten so close? Father would be absolutely appauled at her spacing out like that, for in his eyes if one isn't always aware of their surroundings its an invitation to be killed. Well, Zaiella was lucky then he seemed nice and wasn't a skinwalker or Kalona!
Placing on a smile as there was no need to be rude to the stranger, she fully turned to face him and dipped her head in a polite bow.
"Well hello there Sir! My you startled me, but that was my own fault...im sorry if I had ignored you..." She wondered if he had tried to get her attention before, oh well! "...I seem to have my head in the clouds..." If only she could get her body up there was the real ordeal.
Tilting her head lighty she took a moment to survey him, compared to her dwarf size he was quite large, with such a handsome white pelt like the snowy mountians which her father spoke so warmly about. Dark eyes and a wonderfully curled tail suited him well, as her own poker straight hair seemly only was good for swaying slightly...nothing like the elegant bounce of curls though! He held himself quite well too, and curiously she wondered how old her was; yet she was certian he couldn't be as old as her grandpa! He simply didn't have that ageing characteristics yet.
"Its sure a nice day, don't you agree? Is that why your out and about or do you have other motives?" Chuckling warmly she gave him a wink, enjoying being playful since she rarely had the chance to meet new soquili staying around her family so much.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 1:29 am
Rarely had he ever been so wrong about a mare.
Far from being troubled, she was almost overflowing with warmth and humor, inviting him into a conversation after overcoming her slight surprise at being approached. It wasn't the first time he'd found himself in the company of an outgoing mare, certainly not, but he knew the pattern for these sorts of things. It would start out well and good, because while he wasn't devastatingly attractive he was certainly decent enough on the eyes, but once the mare realized he had very little to offer socially the entire situation would end up on its head.
That was what he got for attempting to be a comfort. Well, it had been that way before and it didn't seem to have stopped him, so he supposed he only had himself to blame.
Ears flicking uncertainly, he could do little more than blink at her as she spoke, hoping he didn't look as astounded as he felt. He tended to be very good at keeping a reserved, still expression, whether he really wanted to or not, so there was at least hope for that.
He pawed at the ground, dragging snow toward himself with his hoof, before clearing his throat. What did one say to such a radically different impression from what they'd expected?
"... It is a nice day," he finally settled for, lamely.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 1:47 am
As outgoing as the mare seemed to be, it wasn't a direct reflection of her real personality. Never did she assume that someone wanted to meet a mare more in her head than her mouth, and having such little experience actually meeting said others she could only assume that they'd want a friendly, outgoing mare who'd give conversation so there wouldn't be tension.
Who knew how wrong she was.
Zaiella did pick up on his emotion change as well, (A little trait she learned from her therapist like brother) and found her own ears flattening against her head. Was he nervous? Did she do something wrong? With the fidgeting of his hoof it was clear as day that she'd done something to upset him in a way. Flushing profusely as the red clashed with her cool pelt of blues and golds, she found her own wings adjusting and tail flicking idolly.
"Forgive me Sir. I don't know what I did wrong, im really no good at meeting new soquili." Wasn't that the truth...no wonder she had no friends!
Usually she'd run and hide in utter embarassment, but he'd been so kind to at least stop by and say Hi. Yet that got her wondering why he even approached her in the first place...had he seen her depressing state? Heavens she hoped not....or else she'd be the nervous one very, very quickly.
"Truth be told...its not really a good day. No day really is....oh but here I am babbling on again...you don't seem to like that, from what I gather. N-not that im being presumptuous! Its just a notion I got....not to be rude or anything! Ah...!" She whined slightly in the end, turning around in a flustered mess; assuming she ruined the little meet and greet completely. With a deep sigh as she folded her wings to hide her face, the mare couldn't even fly away to escape this embarassment! How utterly lame.
"I wouldn't blame you if you just wanted to leave...thanks for saying hi though, it did make my day."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:29 pm
A little bewildered, Gaspard could do little more than stand in place, his entire person becoming rigid as she quickly dissolved into a nervous mess before his eyes. He was used to having mares react badly to him, but this one likely took the cake; rarely did they actually feel the need to turn away and hide from him, usually they simply... looked at him disdainfully and trotted off. He found he didn't much like being on the other side of things, as he was the one who usually become nervous and felt miserable, even if he was as abominable at showing it as he was at social situations at large.
He didn't really know what to do with the mare, but he did know he didn't want to give her a mistaken impression of himself. Not that it would really matter in the long run, because if she was like anyone else, once she got this initial traumatic encounter behind her she would run for the hills. Well, he was used to it, and a great deal more accustomed to responding to it, if her reaction was any indication.
Studying her from behind, brows slanting down into a frown of the most severe sort, he attempted to find the words he needed to express to her in the most gentle way possible that she wasn't at fault. Unfortunately for Gaspard, words rarely came easily, especially when he needed them most; usually, he came across sounding cold and unfeeling, and he had the notion that such a response was the last thing the mare needed.
At least she wasn't directly facing him. It made it a little easier to speak when he didn't have to see the rapid shift in her expression from bad to worse. Not that he was entirely pessimistic, he simply knew himself, and how poorly equipped he was to handle a situation such as this.
He cleared his throat, then fell into a brief silence. Ears flattening, not out of anger but at his own unease, he pawed the ground again, deeping the track in the snow.
When he spoke, however, his voice was calm and quiet. No matter how he felt inside, it seemed the turmoil never quite made it to his steady tone. "There's no need to apologize. I... am not adept at social situations myself. Many a time I have said the wrong thing and made a bad matter worse.. so it's really nothing you should concern yourself with."
He winced, realizing afterward that he sounded needlessly harsh. Blast it all. "I... I don't mind, if you want to talk."
And now he sounded like a simpering fool.
With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. "My name is Gaspard. I will apologize, as I have the sinking sensation this is one of those times where I am only succeeding in making things needlessly worse."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|