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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:23 am
 
Hania walked lightly through the tall grass of the field after just returning from traveling up the mountains to visit Hydro. He got along with the female, but right now he was trying to help her through her heartbreak. He didn’t know why she was so down on herself the way she was since there was really no reason to be. She was gorgeous and one day would have children of her own, but sadly…she didn’t see it that way. He gave a snort of irritation as he came to a stop by a lonely stream. Perhaps a drink was in order? He leaned down slowly and took a good amount of the cold liquid in before walking over the small stream.
It was night. He usually came out in the night time so that he could go visit the graveyards to speak with the spirits there. Tonight though it was different. He wasn’t going to go do that for once and instead would probably take an early night. He had a long day of speaking with Hydro about various things and it was tiring. The next night he would have to work extra hard in getting to all the graveyards because it was the only thing that made him feel good. Knowing he was helping those poor spirits each and every day.
Looking around through his mask, his eyes beamed their emotionless white gaze at everything before he came to a stop. He heard something close by. What it was he didn’t know or care as long as it didn’t harm him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:24 pm
 Talking takes a lot out of you then originally expected.
The mare had only recently become a member of these lands. Prior to coming here, however, she wasn't that quite used to talking. Her old herd had insisted on serenity and so she had no choice but to oblige. There was very little activity in the herd besides a few busy midwifes here and there, but they normally spoke out loud, to themselves. Happiness had gotten used to talking to her mother on a daily basis, but it had always just been....her mother. After a while their conversations faltered quickly and they had little to say to each other, besides the typical, 'how are you' conversations.
But now, after coming to these lands, Happiness couldn't help but talk, talk, talk! Luckily for her, the first soquili she happened to run into was her own brother, and boy did he love the chatter! Her told her oodles of stories, and she returned the favor. They spent hours and days together, just talking. It consisted of life, family, ideals....anything either of them could think to talk about! It was strange....seeing him after all these years, but both of them were quite comfortable sharing themselves.
So Happiness never understood how tired one got after a long chat, until just recently.....not that she minded it, of course! If someone were to talk to her out of the blue, Happiness would welcome it! In fact, a nice long talk with someone else other than Bliss might do the old mare some good! You never know who you might find...
The mare stopped at the edge of a nearby stream to relax herself. The sun had gone down and she had taken a break from her brother for once....now she could finally enjoy some 'her time'. It was nice to be able to roam about these new lands without having to worry about her mission. She had completed it and now it was time to enjoy life.
She hadn't noticed the stallion standing near the same stream, only a few yards away....
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:11 am
The white stallion was heavily thinking even though it was still early in the day. Well early to him at least. He was thinking about his adoptive mother and his sister. He finally had half a family now. He still needed to meet his brother, but that could always wait until later. He felt a little more at ease knowing that he could be himself without anyone running away from him. He didn’t have to hide anymore. Then again, he never really did in the first place. He wouldn’t change for anyone.
Even though the stallion was quiet, he was either always thinking or always asking questions. He moved away from the stream and eyed the mare in the distance that caught his eye. She was naturally colored. This was good because he didn’t like anything too bright. Talking to someone like that killed him literally. He soon found himself walking over to her slowly and kept his facial appearance hidden under his mask. His white eyes gleaming through the mask. He only hoped he didn’t scare the mare away.
“Hello. I don’t mean you any harm.”
He spoke softly to her before flicking his mane over his shoulder eyeing her more. That was like his line open all the time. Mainly because…he was still a little self-conscious about his mask.
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