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 Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:34 pm
 Ves'tacha had been walking most of the day. The cold light reflecting off the ice and snow causing her eyes to burn. It was still early, but her hooves had been breaking the layer of ice over snow and a sharp shard had sliced into the soft pad of her foot. The bleeding wasn't much, the cold keeping the blood from flowing, but it was enough to draw unwanted attention if she wasn't careful.
The skeletons of trees locked in winter ice seemed scant shelter and she hobbled down the path looking for some place worth stopping to rest for the night.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:22 pm
 Aras was flying today; for the first time in a long time. His wings weren't aching but the ground was iced over and he feared stepping in the wrong place and hurting himself or going into a lake. Flying was a lot more exerting, too and so it kept him a lot warmer than walking did.
Breathing out a puff of white air, Aras sighed. He hated cold days like this. Everyone was always cooped up inside so he could never find anyone to sing for. Winter was his least favourite season. Not only because it meant less soquili out and about; but he hated the cold.
Shivering, he flew harder in attempts to get his blood pumping so his body would warm itself. A flash of colour down below slowed him and he flew back to where he saw it. A mare walked on the ground below. No. She was.. hobbling? It seemed his fears were justified. This mare was injured.
Aras flew down low, landing softly just behind the mare. "Excuse me!" He called, running to catch up to her. "I couldn't help but notice your injury. Perhaps I could take a look at it for you?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:56 pm
Ves'tacha started as a strange stallion approached her. She must have been zoned to not have noticed him. Blinking a bit blearily, she turns to meet him. "Kon?" she asked before thinking. She was not accustomed to being approached by strangers offering aid, particularly not gaje. But at the same time, this one was odd.
"Si'n Rom? I don't believe I know you." Perhaps he would respond to her Romani queries, but Ves'tacha didn't expect it. One thing she wasn't going to do was put herself in a vulnerable position with a strange gaje.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:21 pm
Aras' ears twitched as she spoke; a strange accent and a strange language he didn't understand. Tilting his head to the side, he watched her for a moment, before making out words he could understand. He straight himself and bowed deeply, in greeting and a sign he was no threat.
"You don't. But I would hate if I simply ignored your injury and it got worse.." Raising, he looked the mare over. A kirin.. with cerynei traits. He'd not seen a kirin before. They were marvelous. She seemed weary of him and he couldn't blame her. He was a stranger and she was injured; vulnerable. Hopefully she would soon realise he was a friend, not a foe. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Aras."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:04 pm
His gallant bow brought a smile to her face, but Ves'tacha still did not trust so easily. "Promises are as valuable as the breath with which they are spoken. As it is exhaled in waste, it imparts no value."
However, for all that she is not willing to put herself in so vulnerable a position as to show him her injury, she does rather enjoy the sparing of words. Perhaps Aras will be worth the conversation, and through conversation Ves'tacha might find trust.
"And what would you do, friendly Aras, should I accept your words? You have no horn of healing that I might see. But your manner shows you bold in the offer. I wonder the outcome of such a vulnerability." She wasn't being intentionally obtuse . . . no, she really was.
Language was a toy to play with. It was rich with meaning and counter-meaning, use and implication. Language was the reason to meet with one another. To exchange ideas and learn the mind of another.
Ves'tacha used her words to reveal those she spoke with. They would show their cunning or naivete, their purpose or intent. The workings of language through her mind numbed the throbbing of the cut as the ice hadn't.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 5:50 pm
Aras reched his snout into the satchel by his side, nosing around until he found the items he was looking for. He placed them on the ground, so she could see what they were. Bandages, cloths and a container with a salve that would help the healing process and guard against any infections.
"Waste? Breathing gives us life, I don't think it's wasteful at all. We release toxins from our body that the trees filter to give us air to breathe. There's nothing wasteful about that. It's life. If it wasn't for that breath you exhale and the breath you inhale, you wouldn't be here."
He stared at her for a short moment. She certainly was cynical. He had had his fair share of mares for company in his days, but he'd never met one so.. harsh. So blunt.
"A horn I don't have, but knowledge I do. If you believe me, I will help you. If not I'll pack up my things and be on my way."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:43 pm
Ves'tacha turned her head sideways to look at Aras. This one was interesting, and a bit touchy. Of course he seemed to believe in that new religion of science, but she could overlook that. She knew many with stranger beliefs than his.
"I believe that one must take in air to live. The other you speak of seems mystic nonsense. But I believe you believe. And I believe you mean no harm, but rather the opposite. I would appreciate your help, generous Aras."
Ves'tacha offered a friendly smile, wondering if she would manage to pull further conversation from the stallion. The purpose of the journey was to meet others, to experience life, to wander. Aras seemed different than most she had met. And the difference intrigued her. She would let him see her foot, if for no other reason than to see what he would do and say next.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:32 am
Aras was glad when she finally agreed to let him help her. It would have bothered him for a long time if she simply denied his help and left. He wasn't sure he could handle it and would probably have to track her down to make sure infection didn't get the better of her.
He took her foot gently and looked at it, a sigh of relief. It didn't seem infected and wasn't extremely dirty, but the cut was a little deeper than he would've liked and that in itself was worrying. At least the cold of the snow had slowed the blood flow.
He pulled a jar from his bag, swirling the contents. He held it up for her to see. "Salt water to clean it. It'll sting a little." He ripped a piece of cloth and dipped it in the jar, ringing out the excess. Gently, he rubbed away the small amounts of grime and dried blood, cleaning the cut itself as well.
Aras looked up at the mare, making sure she was okay and that the pain wasn't too terrible. He rubbed some of the salve on the cut and surrounding area before wrapping a bandage around the foot. When he was done, he placed her foot gently on the ground and placed the items in his bag.
"That should be better in a few days, but with the bandage your steps won't be as easy. Please, allow me to accompany you to your destination." He rose, bowing his head before her, nose nearly touching the ground.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:46 am
As the salt water touched her wound, Ves'tacha sucked in her breath through clenched teeth with a slight hissing sound. But she otherwise made no movement or noise as Aras tended to her foot. When he was done, she inspected his work for a moment before noticing his bow.
A blink, "Oh. You have skill in your work. I appreciate your assistance in this manner. I do appreciate the offer, but can only accept if I am certain I am not further detaining you from obligations." Ves'tacha was defiantly intrigued, but she had rather taken a fair amount of his time already.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 4:35 am
Aras smiled when she complimented him. He'd had to be good, travelling by himself without any unicorn blood in him meant he had no choice but to learn how to fix up wounds, less he wished to be taken by infection.
"It's no trouble at all, really. I was traveling in the same direction." Making sure his satchel was secure, he smiled at her sweetly, a hoof pointing towards the direction in a sweeping fashion. "After you, m'lady."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:37 pm
Ves'tacha bends over an extended foreleg, the other tucked under her. A smile lights her eyes before she continues ahead of him. Well, this was proving quite entertaining. She could wish she'd never cut the pad of her foot, but she couldn't complain about the company she gained from the little bit of blood loss.
Her steps a bit slow as she carefully places the wrapped foot, Ves'tacha maintains steady footing through concentration. "I will admit to having no particular destination, gallant Aras. I travel for the sake of seeing where my hooves may lead me. If you have a destination in mind, please direct me that I might not delay you."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:50 pm
Aras chuckled and grinned. "We share the same mindset, for I don't have anywhere in particular to travel to. I just go where I feel."
He frowned lightly; that wouldn't do. She couldn't travel for very long on her foot; eventually the pain would be too much. He should find somewhere for her to rest safely until she's well enough to go on her own.
"Let's just see where the fates take us then, shall we?"
Aras wondered how she was going to take to the fact that he would stay and watch over her while she rested. She seemed to be hard to trust people, but Aras wasn't going to give in easily and leave her one her own in her state.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:51 pm
Ves'tacha laughs lightly, "The fates are fickle mares who have nothing better to do with their time than knot string all day. I would much prefer to trust the trail under my hooves than fate."
Strange, she had thought him a follower of the god of Science. Now he professed to follow the Fates. Ves'tacha was intrigued, such contradiction was not typical.
Then again, he was a wanderer. Even if he was gaje, at least he felt the call of the road. She could do worse for a traveling companion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:29 pm
Aras laughed softly. "The hard ground it is. We'll see where this path takes us then, shall we?"
He started off walking, slowly so he could help the mare if she needed it. It suddenly occurred to him that he did not know the mare's name. She had not offered it and in his haste to help her, he had not asked.
She was odd and he wondered if perhaps her name was something sacred to her, something she did not wish to share. Or perhaps she was just as distracted as he. Asking wouldn't hurt, either way.
"I do not know your name. May I?"
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