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 Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 5:48 pm
That left Galahad very much alone.
Thankfully though, the stallion was growing accustomed to it. Though he did miss his dear friend, he now had an opportunity to spread his own wings (hypothetically speaking) and travel new lands. Already he had met a handful of new soquili, from the most perky and hyperactive to the sweet and kind. He assisted those in need and learned much of the new land around him. . . indeed, he had turned in to quite the stallion.
This afternoon was no different then the ones before; there were rumors of a wild tribe of kalona to the east of the plains, but the stallion had yet to meet or see any directly. Today though was a day of rest for the stallion, a day to call his own. With summer at its peak, and the heat of the afternoon upon his back, it was difficult to feel lonely. Though he was far from his family and herd, though he was without the guidance of his mentor, he had the sunlight on his back and an entire world to explore before him.
Today would be a good day.
The ground softened as he approached a winding river, the scent of water tickling his nose. In no rush, the green eyed stallion picked his way over to the waters edge, pausing at the bank for a drink. A few willow trees were littered nearby, providing a spot of shade for any weary passerbys.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:24 am
Flying was one of Bodhisattva's favorite pastimes and one that she indulged herself in often. After all, why should she walk upon the uneven and rocky ground when she could take to the air and lift herself above such things? She loved the feel of the wind beneath her wings and the song that it made when it whistled past her ears. She would often add her own voice to this song and today Bodhi's voice rang out loud and clear. It was a ballad to herself and her love of flying. She pitied those poor souls who had to plod along the ground for the entirety of their sluggish lives.
Bodhi laughed in delight when a rising thermal caught her and swept her up along with it. This day was perfect, if a little hot. Though she was loathe to leave the sky Bodhi found herself looking down yearningly at the winding river beneath her. It would feel so lovely to go bathe her wings and take a drink.
With this in mind she began her spiral downwards. Her descent was a relatively normal one... until she spotted a shine of white at the river's edge. Another soquili! This changed Bodhi's priorities somewhat. Instead of her smooth and calm descent she began to dip downwards in dramatic sharp drops and turns. She'd fold her wings then flare them, knowing exactly what sort of dramatic and beautiful effect it would make.
With her voice sweet as a songbird's she continued her song even through these maneuvers. She would be out of breath by the time she landed but some chest heaving upon landing would also be aesthetically pleasing.
With an eye for where the stranger was positioned, Bodhi finally came to a landing in the shallows of the river. She sent up a spray of water as her hooves touched down... a spray that she hoped would cover the stumbles that she couldn't avoid on the slippery rocks of the river bed. She had landed not so close to the stranger that she would touch him with the spray of water but close enough that she could see the spiraling horn that came from his forehead. A unicorn. Not so noble as her angeni ancestors, but still quite a lovely breed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:06 pm
Though he was no angeni, and wasn't even considered a pure unicorn (his father was a wind!) as fate would have it the young Bodhisattva was destined to meet one quite pure in heart and mind. It wasn't everyday one was able to meet an angeni, much less walk with one daily. Ah how the spirits liked to meddle. . . . but it was chance meetings such as these that Galahad looked forward to.
There was always a reason, or so Kaiya liked to say. . . For better or worse, it was chance meetings and coincidence that made the world turn and were frequently gifts in disguise from the spirits above.
So it was, with an open mind, that the stallion lifted his head to catch sight of Bodhi circling over head. He could tell that the wind was as delicate as she was graceful, a master of the skies. The way in which she dropped and made a sharp spiral downward told Galahad that she was well practiced in such an art. . . And made quite a show of herself as well!
Thankfully, the unicorn could appreciate such a feat. All in his family, save his mother and himself had been kissed with wings. Kaiya herself frequently took the skies, but watching one maneuver with two sets of wings as opposed to one was also spectacular. He wasn't the sort to envy, but now and then the stallion did wonder what it might be like to touch the sky. . .
When Bodhisattva finally dipped in to the nearby river, Galahad couldn't keep the impressed smile from his features. Dipping his head in a bow, the stallion could respect the art of flight she possessed, as well as her song. The music that she sang, a tune he was unfamiliar with, hadn't gone unnoticed either. So the spirits had graced him in the presence of a talented mare. . . . How lovely a change from his usual company of the cursed and the damned.
"Quite impressive, m'lady," he spoke up, his voice rich with good humor and amusement. "Your wings and voice serve you well." He complimented, sincere in such a belief. It wasn't everyday he was allowed to listen or witness such joy and beauty of another.
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