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Prompt: This mare is the youngest of all the leaders and the most inexperienced. How does that make her feel when she has to interact with these older stallions and mares as equals?

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: Lepleuradon
Pixie's Name: Ece Hine ( 'Daughter - Queen' ) Often shortened to just Ece.

Personality: Ece was once a lot more carefree then she can come off as today. mainly because she wasn't initially raised to become the new leader of her herd. Ece was the second oldest of her parent's foals. She had an amazing older brother, Emyr, who was being trained to take over the herd once their father was too old to oversee them. However, always the cautious type her father also say that she was trained under her brother. As were her even younger siblings, although the actual intensity of the training died down with each younger sibling. Therefore, Ece always had plenty of time to goof off around the herd.

Ece was always a well loved foal to be seen out amongst the herd. She loved to think she could help people and often times just got in the way when she was younger. However, she eventually grew into a useful young mare. She had learned to really help others, and how to interact well with the rest of her herd. She grew close to several people, although there was always a voice in the back of her head that was telling her people only liked her so much because she was the daughter of their leader. And could possibly, one day, become there's. At the time, Ece had no doubt that that would never happen. Her brother would take over the herd, find a lovely mate, and produce more heirs.

However, after her father's death, Emyr was only in charge of the herd for a full 8 months before a tragic accident took his life. Ece went from being a nice little scenic touch in the herd, to being their new leader. And she soon found out that she had been right, no one had really expected her to become a leader. Let alone so soon in her life. She was still young compared to the leader's the herd had been used to for so long. And Ece also realized she had paid attention to her lessons as well as she should have.

Still, she accepted the family token of the bell around her neck, and took up her role as leader. She was a bit timid at first, but was fast to pick up on the fact she needed to be more assertive in order to have her herd listen to her all the time. It took some time, but she's at least mostly respected among her own herd. However, she's still a bit timid around all the other herd leaders. You'll always find her with her head held high though, she tries hard not to let anyone see her insecurities. However, she still catches herself second guessing her own actions at times.

Prompt Response: Ece had to admit, it had been a bit of a challenge to move the herd as she had. But like the other herds, she was ready for a change of pace and new land to roam. They had so much to learn in the new Kawani lands and so far Ece honestly hadn't doubted her decision to move. The herd seemed to be taking the change quite nicely as well, man had come up to her and expressed their thoughts about their happy move. However, a few still seemed to be wary. Probably wondering how their leader would handle such a drastic change. She had never had to move before in her life, her old home had been her home her whole life until now.

She still had her advisor to go to for advice, but in the end Ece had managed to smooth the transition over nicely with her herd. Still, she hadn't gained enough courage to approach the other herd leaders on a regular basis. The all just seemed to regal to her, so real and confident in themselves. Would she one day be as confident as them? She was by far the youngest of them all, and definitely the smallest in stature as well.

Some of them were down right intimidating, especially the oldest of them all. The Nymph leader may not have ever noticed before, but Ece often looked up to the elder to guidance. Never so boldly as to actually seek advice from the other female, but simply watching and learning from a distance. She had been around long before Ece was even born and it was obvious that her years of wisdom gave her the respect of the whole herd.

What could it take to be as confident and respect as her? Had the Nymph leader ever been like Ece? Young and vulnerable? It seemed so hard to imagine the Nymph leader as ever being so unsure of herself. So, Ece contented herself with observing her from afar and when they did speak she tried to hold her head up high and seem as confident as possible.

She couldn't help but think sometimes she was trying to hard to look like a tough leader. After all, she had never caught their eldest leader looking unimportant or wise. The elder just had a natural grace about her, that Ece could notice in a few of the other leaders as well.

One of these days, she hoped she would be able to talk to the other leaders without feeling so small. However, she hadn't once felt like she wasn't part of the group. She was always careful to interact with them on equal footing, while trying not to over step boundaries at the same time. To them, she probably seemed like the easiest to step around and simply forget about.

But, if there was something she thought was important to the herd and was being ignored, she could speak up. After all, she was a leader. And in order to be on the same equal setting as the others, she had to act like one. Still, this was all so new to her...

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: ATh e a r t

Pixie's Name: Dzann
- Meaning: 'strong , sweet and bright' in Russian

Personality:
From the day she was born, her parents knew she was special. Her parents were two regular minis who gave birth to one basket, one little girl with odd little Flutter wings. They gave her the name of 'Dzann' because those two little mini-parents knew that their little girl would be going places, even if it was without them.

Dzann is a very strong-willed young mare; the ideas she has are very intelligible and if someone where to follow them, they would do them a lot of good. The problem she has with that is sometimes expressing her ideas in words, or getting them out to others. Some say it's a self-confidence issue while others say she just doesn't want to let it out. Neither is true, really, and it lies mostly on the fact that she is still young and learning.

Besides that, she's one of those little ones that will go out of her way to help those in need. For her size, she can't do much, especially if the Soquili is a regular, but for such a small size, she has a big heart. Dzann knows that the weight of the Pixies rest on her shoulders and she knows it is a big responsibility. For herself, she doesn't know if she could handle it now, but for sure, in the long run, she know that she can and will outshine other leaders.

The reason why she is reserved and soft-spoken is because of her parents wanted to quickly bestow leadership on her, being too much for a young filly to handle. They had wanted her to grow and learn from the other herd leaders, so they gave up their precious child in hopes that the herd leaders could teach her and help her grow more than they ever could. But the pressure on little Dzann... It was something that she herself would have to learn to deal with; no one could help her with that. Only with time would she be able to grow and become strong.

Prompt Response:
Dzann used her front left hoof to paw at the ground; it was yet another meeting among the leaders of the mini-herds, and try as she might, Dzann had to admit to herself that she failed, yet again, to get her opinions heard. It wasn't that she was afraid to speak them; it was more so the fact that her voice didn't seem to reach them.

One by one, the other leaders came out of the meeting; she let them pass, with her head bowed, waiting until the Minicorn leader came out. It was with that one other that Dzann could speak her mind to; it was the Minicorn leader that she was learning under.

Normally, the Minicorn leader would have no problem speaking for Dzann, but this time, she held her ground and shook her head. She would get the time for Dzann to speak, but her ideas had to be expressed by herself.

At the next meeting, all the leaders where bickering, some saying that they should stay strong and hold onto their individual cultures. Others would say that they should just choose the Kawani Lands' culture, so that they would better fit into the community. The Minicorn leader Stomped he foot, calling for all the attention to go to what Dzann had to say.

Dzann looked up at the Minicorn leader; she signaled for Dzann to hold her head higher as well as speak loud and clear. She had been told many times that she had to hold strength in her voice, or no one would listen to her and she would fail as a leader.

Puffing out her chest, holding her head high and looking at each of the other leaders in the eye, she spoke. "We mustn't forget who we are and where we came from. We also mustn't forget that we are newcomers to this land. We should each tell our herds that although we must learn of their cultures, we must always remember our own. That is what makes us who we are. That is what makes each of us special."

For a while, all Dzann could hear were little mumbles everywhere until one Leader spoke, agreeing to what she was saying. The meeting was adjourned.

While she walked out of the meeting, each of the other leaders thanked her for her insight and told her that she was nothing short of brilliant. When she looked over at the Minicorn leader, all she did was smile, nod, and walk away.

Dzann could not be more proud of herself. She knew that she was growing. She knew that she could and would grow into a leader that all of her herd could be proud of.

Disclaimer; In no relation did myself and someone else plan for Dzann's concept and the Minicorn leader to be friends... It's just for the sake of the RP response (:

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: Jynk
Pixie's Name: Aponi (Native American for "butterfly")

Personality: One could call Aponi bubbly, and that would probably be an understatement. Upbeat and near-perpetually perky, the young mare still has a lot of growing to do. She often relies on the elders of the herd to guide her while she's still learninbg the ropes. This often times results in frustration for both her and the elders as she'd rather go play instead of sit through boring lessons of how to be a better leader.

Prompt Response: "Another boring lesson?" Aponi complained, following the elder to the meeting grove. "They're so boring." She shuffled along, grumping the whole way. As the young mare entered the grove, she saw that instead of the usual gathering of elders to lecture her, there were other Usidas there, strange ones unlike she had seen before. The elder introduced them as leaders of the other sub-breed herds and young Aponi felt rather intimidated.

Could they tell she was inexperienced? That she wasn't a great leader yet? Surely they wouldn't judge her without knowing her yet, right? The meeting lasted only a few hours and during most of it, Aponi kept silent, letting the elder that had accompanied her do most of the talking. She got the hint quickly that this was a learning experience, a chance to see how older, wiser leaders handled themselves. She absorbed all the knowledge they had to offer.

After the meeting was over and the other leaders had gone home, Aponi stood with the elder. "They're so much better at this than me."

"Experience comes with time. You, too, will become a great leader," the elder told her gently. "All it takes is remembering your responsibilities. You're young and still growing and learning, but you'll get there. Just remember to stay true to yourself, too, and you'll do fine."

"Okay," the mare said, shrugging. One day she'd be a good leader and she'd be like the others she'd met tonight, but for now, she just wanted to go play. Tomorrow she could become the great leader her people needed.

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: Sweenys_Revenge
Pixie's Name: Eilir
Personality: Eilir has a tendency to take more into their shoulders than she should. For this reason she gets in way over her head. This would be alright, easily remedied if she would just accept help. Unfortunately, however, she refuses it at every turn, opting to do things herself. In Eilir’s mind accepting help is as good as failure.

Some think this stems from the fact that she is the youngest and is trying to prove herself, while others think it’s a trait earned from her father, who had, admittedly, much more grace in handling affairs than his young daughter does. Still others, however, feel that this is simply how she is, and perhaps she is fitted more for another calling.

Such forces of doubt weighing down on Eilir never fail to make her anxious. For this reason, she’s perpetually jumpy. With her nerves always on edge if someone speaks to her without her expecting it, Eilir over reacts. This reaction to sudden stimuli has fueled some significant blows to her image as a herd leader.

Despite all that, Eilir is a proud mare. She’s not one to give up, despite how exhausted and horrible she feels. If there is one thing that the Pixies can say about Eilir, it’s that she always does come through for her herd. This is the one thing that keeps her doing what she does.

Prompt Response: Eilir had no idea how bad she looked, but she had some semblance of how back she felt. If she looked half of that, she looked pretty monstrous. After endless days getting her herd settled and healthy after the long trek she finally had a day to herself. That day, however, was going it be eaten by a sudden call from the leaders of the other eight herds. Eilir would like nothing more than to lie her head down and shut her eyes, but that was not something she could do. Steeling herself with a shake of her head she braced her nerves and her mind with the promise of the best sleep she’d had in days. This meeting would not take up too much energy, she knew that. Unless, that was, someone decided there was a crisis which needed to be remedied. In which case a nap would be pushed even further into her future, perhaps out of sight. Eilir didn’t allow herself to dwell any further on such a concept. If she did her body would refuse to function as she needed it to.

Approaching the clearing Eilir forced her eyes open, perhaps making her seem even more wraith like. One of the Quilin siblings smiled dryly at her while the other chuckled. Eilir ignored them, taking her place between the Minicorn and the Nixie. No one was sitting, and though her knees knocked and her legs turned watery with need for rest, she did not let herself lower to the ground. The Minicorn looked to her and smiled softly. While Eilir was fiercely independent, the maternal warmth of the mare was always welcome. “Will you be alright dear?” Her voice was like honey as she whispered into her ear. Eilir always thought that, had the circumstances been right, she could fall in love with this mare. As always she had to find her voice, lost somewhere between hopeless gratitude for her selfless kindness, and desperate affection which deeply confused her. “I’m fine, thank you Carnelia.” The mare only smiled with a nod, turning back to the small circle of leaders.

“The last to arrive as usual,” drawled a deep voice from the left. Eilir saw Carnelia’s eyes narrow at the Imp as he grinned unctuously at the young mare. “It just shows that children should not be sent to do adult’s work.” Eilir winced visibly at the shot, shrinking from Warrens toxic yellow eyes. “Perhaps it is time youth took over for the short comings of the infirmity of the elderly,” Carnelia shot viciously, stepping forward. Warren did not reign back any of the force of his disdain, but he did silence his tounge. “Peace, both of you.” If Carnelia’s voice was beautiful then Siegfried’s voice was not meant for the ears of mortals. Eilir thought it always a pity that he didn’t use it as much as she would have liked. All eyes turned to the blue Putti who stood three spaces to the right of Eilir. As per usual, his command was honored, and even Warren cooled his rage for their fearless leader. Eilir was eternally thankful for his authority and the grace with which he wielded it.

“I have called you all here on a very serious matter.” Eilir said good bye to her nap and bit back a sigh. “But first must come the niceties. Has everyone settled in comfortably?” He looked around and Eilir shuddered at the cool power that swam benignly in his azure eyes. She could never hope to wield such authority. “My herd has only just found wetlands to their liking,” Ikaroa, another stallion whom Eilir did not particularly like chimed. His eyes moved directly to Eilir as he spoke. “There were no skirmishes, no riots, and there was no trouble. A smooth transition, my lord.” Eilir knew he referred to the outbreak of fights among her herd. The move had been harder on her herd than she had expected, mainly since most of the mothers were either expecting or had small children with them. Keeping them reigned in was not easy and wore on nerves. Mothers and fathers were fighting like enemies and children were wrestling and seriously injuring one another. It was no secret that chaos ran rampant on Eilir’s camp, despite her best efforts to quell the anger of her people.

“The Imps have been less than cooperative, my lord,” Warren began with a sigh, clearly regretting the image his herd set for him. “They wish for the homelands, and refuse to settle in, threatening to return themselves.” Eilir was grateful that her herd was not the only one who was having a hard time. She bite the shot that danced on her tongue. She was the bigger soquili and would not start a fight. “I will speak with them, Warren. They will stay. We cannot afford a split in the herds. And you, Carnelia?” Elir saw the mare fluff with pride before she began to gush. “My children have been nothing short of perfect, my lord.” Eilir had to grin as Carnelia fought a girlish giggle which made Warren gag. Carnelia ignored him with a glare. “The children have been settled and stores are being stocked in a cave the scouts have found and investigated.” Siegfried grinned. “Good news is nice to hear. Eilir, how are the fights in your camps?” Eilir was almost knocked over with surprise. “M-m-my lord…” she began uncertainly. Warren scoffed at her stumble. Eilir steeled herself again, her bell chiming with the ferocity with which she shook her head. “My lord,” she continued more surely. “The camp is settling down slowly. I have not slept these three days for ensuring it.” Siegfried made a sound of concern as he observed her. Eilir felt suddenly self conscious. “I will speak with your camp as well.”

“The Nymphs have concerns, my lord.” Dimpna actually took a step forward. Eilir had always marveled at how strange her voice was, and how age had only added richness to it and her beauty. “There have been whispers, my lord. Whispers of predators. Those who have no respect for the sanctity of life and love. It is said they cannot be reasoned with. It is said they can shift into animals, slipping through the grass like wind. Striking like shadows in the night they attacks their victims. Sometimes for food, others for sport.” Eilir had heard the rumors as well. Clearly so did the others. Those who did not murmur shifted uncomfortably. “My lord,” it was Mirata’s turn to speak, her brother next to her nodding his affirmation. “Didn’t we flee our homelands for fear of death? Makura and I have not had as much success as Carnelia and Ikaroa for just that reason.” Eilir could see Warren opening his mouth to speak next to her. Please don’t speak, she pleaded without a word. No such luck.

“There are… other whispers… my lord…” Siegfried turned his attention to the Imp. Warren bowed his head, a poor impression of humility Eilir noted. “Whispers that… you were perhaps… err… in your decision. My camp speaks of revolution. They think… perhaps you are not fit to be the Leader of Learders.” There was a communal intake of breath at the news. All eyes immediately snapped to the blue Putti. If this information bothered Siegfried, it did not show in his cool sapphire eyes, nor in any ripple of his body. He simply nodded. “I thank you, Warren, for that excellent transition.” Another wave of murmurs, silences immediately when Siegfried opened his lips to speak. “You have all done very well in your duties, and I an proud to count you among my trusted advisors, my generals, and my friends.” Eilir was certain Seigfried caught her eye, but she looked down before she could be sure. “As you have noticed… these lands are far different from the feudal home we hail from. I have seen the herds around us. I have spoken with leaders of native herds and I have come to this conclusion. Our system of government is both archaic and irrelevant.” He paused for a moment, Eilir did not hear one breath, not even her own. “It is for this reason that I hereby abolish it. We are each responsible only for our own herds and even then, much of your responsibilities are cut. The people must be allowed to grow as the free society these lands embrace. The transition will be difficult… but I have faith in us.”

And that was all Siegfried was going to say on the matter. As Warren raged loudly and the twins murmured quietly amoung themselves Eilir lost herself in her own mind. There wasn’t any grand epiphany, nor any bubbling rage. Eilir simply smiled and thought ‘I’m gonna get that nap after all.’

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: Kaliksanny
Pixie's Name: Joan (the name of the queen of pixies in Cornish myth)
Personality: Cheeky.

Joan is very abrupt and to the point, often speaking her mind even when she shouldn't. She has a bit of a dark humor, almost impish, if you will. She's eager to be of help to pixies, as well as the other mini-breeds. She's bold, though sometimes comes off as insulting. This may be due to her still being young. She's respectful of her elders, even if she doesn't come off as such. Joan has a playful attitude, but a serious demeanor. She knows when she has to be 'grown-up'.

Prompt Response:

The young pixie sat there, long after the meeting of the leaders had adjourned. She mulled over what had played out in her mind, what they'd said, her reactions and responses. Had they taken her seriously, or thought her a joke because she was the youngest?

"What area should we settle in first?" the putti leader has posed to the council. "There are many wooded areas, plains, and beaches nearby. There are also mountains, hills, and a few swamps."

Each of the leaders had their own ideas of where the herd should settle. The beach for the nixi, the woods for the nymph...and on it went. Joan tried to speak up, but they kept talking over her. What did she know of what would suit the herd best? She was the youngest and still had a lot to learn. Finally after many tries, the young mare stomped her hoof and shouted, "I think somewhere close to water and a place to graze, with good shelter and protection would be best. From what has been said, I think the the fork in the river near where the plains meet the forest would be ideal."

The other leaders looked at her, a few raising their brows at being interrupted. She stood her ground, puffing out her small chest. Sliding a glance at the nymph, she tilted her head. "Don't you think it'd be the prime location for our herd?"

The nymph, and oldest member of the council, nodded slightly. "I have to admit, you do make a good argument...even if you did cut off the conversation."

Joan blushed a bit, her mouth was always getting her into trouble. But, if she didn't blurt things out, she feared she'd never get heard. She settled back while the others argued the points, as wells as where a place like this might be..and which one would be their new home. The mare may have had a lucrative idea, but she knew the others would know how to carry it out. She was still inexperienced in these matters, but listened in to try an gain some insight.

The meeting tolled on, arguments about this and that tossed back and forth among the leaders. Finally things were settled, and the puttie leader turned to her. "Would you and your people be so kind as to pass the news on to the herd as to where we are going and what the plans are?"

The pixie nodded, standing straight. She watched as the others left to go their people.

"So, even if I am young...they still respect me in my talents as a messenger. I still have a voice, I just have to get it heard," Joan mused, walking back to where her people camped. She still had to send them out with their messages to the whole herd. She had a place amongst the council, and her confidence with her leadership skills was growing.

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: Divena
Pixie's Name: Vozai
Personality: In a word, bubbly. In two… very bubbly. She’s energetic and often seems easily distracted. The truth is that she has so many thoughts going at once that she simply can’t keep them all straight and often flits from one to another at a moment’s notice.
Prompt Response:
At Vozai’s age, most fillies would have been thinking about cute young stallions, pretty ribbons, and whirl wind romances. Vozai… was trying very hard not to yawn in one of the many meetings she had to attend as one of the mini leaders. They always seemed to drag on and on as the older minis argued back and forth about what was best for their people.

Things were even starting to get predictable. First, the Imp leader would say something that would set off the Putti… ah, there they went. Now, the minicorn was going to try and… yep. Vozai watched as the head of the minicorn herd tried to sooth the two bruised egos in the room. The Quinlin twins were watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and disdain at the “immature” display. Vozai was simply bored.

Once, when she first took over the position as Pixie leader, she had found all of this fascinating and amusing. It had been comforting to see the other elders behaving a bit foolishly now and again. It made her feel as though being so young wouldn’t be held against her. Now, she was simply irritated with it all.

She was an equal to these other soquil, and they seemed to accept it. Of course, she didn’t often speak up unless she thought something would seriously endanger her people. Vozai acknowledged that she was far too young to truly lead her people, so she followed along with the others for the most part, learning and gleaning the experiences she would need. However, she wasn’t afraid to snap out if she thought silence would hurt her herd.

Bit by bit, she had earned their respect. In fact, she had spent so much time earning the elder leaders’ respect, she hadn’t given any thought to whether or not they had earned hers.

Latching on to this semi-interesting thought, she tilted her head and studied each of them as the meeting descended into the usual chaos that came shortly before the end of the meeting. As some tried to break up the arguments and others jumped in, Vozai was startled to learn that she hadn’t changed TOO much from that first meeting she had attended, a terrified, nervous new leader.

It was still nice to see her fellow elders relaxing and goofing off a bit. She giggled softly. Then she giggled harder before finally breaking down into full blown laughter. The sound caused the bickering elders to stop and stare at her, but she didn’t care.

The meeting was over anyway.

I'm a little butter- wait, what's that?

Username: stormflower
Pixie's Name: Chloe (is Greek, means 'flowering')
Personality: (temper: Focused) Though very lively and energetic Chloe is focused and very goal-orientated and sticks to her path always getting the job done. She knows Pixie's are known to be the local gossips, but Chloe tries her best to set a good example, only passing on the information she was seeking and needing to learn for that particular assignment. Being young she can be a bit naive at times and sometimes doesn't have the best time management and can word things oddly, but for the most part she is a good leader and has a kind soul.

Prompt Response:
Though she has been leader of the Pixies for a good while now Chloe still feels some anxiety when meeting with the other Leaders. She has a small and dainty voice, but she makes it a point to get her point in, not letting herself be 'run-over'. She is committed to her duty and it shows when she has the floor on important topics concerning any and all the breeds, not just her own.

Chloe is still a tad bit shy, especially when it comes to talking one-on-one with any of the leaders. She will find her self saying a lot of 'ums' and some slight stuttering, but nothing too bad....unless of coarse she is talking to the Leader of the Putti and the Leader of their 'council'. Being young she finds herself with a crush on the Blue stallion and will really stumble over herself in his presence.

She knows it's inappropriate, but she can't help but find him attractive and kind....and dreamy....*cough* right yes...sorry...Anyways...though inexperienced compared to the others she learns quickly and will often ask advice of the Minicorn and Nymph Leaders and even the Quilin sister(though she sometimes scares her). She is trusting of their judgment and feels they would never lead her a stray, but maybe still she is a little too trusting?

With her anxiety and nerves in the meetings, she sometimes has hyper fits causing her to flit about and sometimes finds it hard to stay still. She has gotten better along their journey to the Kawani lands, but this can still happen, but she knows she has to just take a few moments to take some deep breaths to calm herself so business can continue.

She is very kind and always more then willing to help and has no trouble collecting information, just relaying can be challenging with her nerves, but again she is gaining control of herself. She seeks guidance from all the Leaders and will often watch how they interact with one another and others as well. She stays on task and remains focused through everything she does(does her best through the nerve/hyper episodes). She is goal oriented and is never late to a meeting.

She is still learning and observing and getting better everyday but still has a lot to learn, but she is ready for the unknown of tomorrow.........