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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:26 pm
This is a private roleplay between Caraway (.Tortured. .Pumpkin.) and Tirla (LydaLynn).  The sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the Soquili lands and heating the air to an unseasonably warm temperature. The snow on the ground had almost completely melted, and in places grass had yet to grow, mud stood, waiting to be imprinted by the hooves of the unsuspecting. Not long after the sun had risen and the dew had settled, the mud found their first victim. Caraway was wandering through the woods, exploring the new spring forest's offerings when he got stuck in his tracks. With a roll of his eyes, the stallion pulled them out, one by one, only to be forced to place them back into the muck. "Awesome."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:00 pm
Tirla was always happy to have wings and be able to fly. This morning, however, she was especially thrilled. The mud created by by the melting snow created quite the quagmire below her.
But as she wasn't certain where she was going, Tirla flew low over the trees, trying to keep the path under her in sight. After all, paths such as this one were there for a reason. Often because they lead to water. And she had learned the hard way just how much she didn't want to end up in an area without something to drink.
Determined not to make that mistake again, Tirla watched the path as she flew, until something gave her pause. The muscled back of a pale stallion was easily visible against the dark mud through which he struggled. It was a nicely muscled back. And those muscles were working over time trying to pull him through the morass of the trail.
Tirla felt badly for the stallion and looked ahead for a clearing in which to land. She was surprised to see one just up the path and around the bend. Careful as she surveyed the clearing without touching down, Tirla saw the perfect place to land. It would take some tricky flying, but it was still early in the day and her wings were fresh.
Timing thing perfectly, or close enough that she didn't thump into a tree anyway, Tirla maneuvered and twisted, dropping and with a flare of the wings, landing. She was lucky there was such an old forest giant at the edge of this clearing. The low branches were high up and the roots extended far past the base of the tree.
Standing on ground firm by virtue of being more tree root than dirt, Tirla carefully picked her way around the edge of the clearing, keeping to the edges where the roots where close to the surface and the loam was thick and would hold her slight weight. With a sigh as she surveyed a stretch of path that would be tricky to avoid stepping in the mud, she knew she could manage with just one hoof in the slick and engulfing morass.
Tirla moved down the path, wincing at the squelching noise as she pulled a mud befouled hoof from the wet and clinging ground. She hoped this stallion was friendly and that she hadn't gone to all this trouble for someone who would be rude and send her right back into the skies.
Finally she made her was far enough down the path to spot the stranger. A smile bloomed on her face as she forgot the struggle that got her here. He was rather the looker.
"Hello, good morning!" Granted, it was late morning, but the greeting was still appropriate. "You're looking in a bit of a struggle there. Might I recommend moving to the edge of the trail? It's a bit uneven, but the roots keep the mud from being too clinging and it's easier walking." Well, here was hoping he wouldn't take her advice the wrong way. But she had to try after all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:33 pm
Caraway had already begun to move to the side of the path when the mare came, one prying step at a time. The disgugsting mud clinging to his hooves made him rather unhappy, but he took his time anyway. There really wasn't a rush anyway.
The stallion's eyes widened when he heard the mare's voice, and in a panic he almost lost his footing. He hid behind his bangs, blushing. "Uh... Hi, there. I... I've got it. Just taking my time, is all. If I'm going to get all dirty anyway, I may as well take my time with it, right?"
He flicked his bangs from his green eyes to properly look at the mare. His attention was automatically drawn to the goggles on her head. The stallion had never seen anything like them before, and he had to stare for a moment to try to figure out what they were. It didn't take him long to give up.
Without further distraction, he finished making his way to the side of the path, though it was the opposite side from the mare. He shook his feet in an attempt to remove some of the mud, but only succeeded in splattering his legs further. With a sigh, he turned his attention back to the other. "My name is Caraway. Sorry for looking so silly."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:46 pm
Tirla smiled. "I see you do have it. I'm Tirla and you don't look silly. Just a bit messy. Early spring days are the worst for having to walk anywhere!" She managed not to tell him that he looked rather better than silly. There was something about a long fetlock that she found strangely compelling.
"It looks like you've managed to take half the trail with you, though. That has got to be uncomfortable and cold. I know the mud clinging to my ankle is rather chill. And when it dries it is going to be itchy. I spotted a stream from overhead earlier. It isn't too far distant, though it might take a bit to get there on hoof in these conditions. I'm sure the water is frigid, but I plan to head there and clean up a bit. If you're interested, you're welcome to join me." Tirla was bright and cheerful. It didn't occur to her that she was being rather forward.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:06 am
Caraway nodded in agreement. "They really are. I hadn't expected it to be so bad yet." He shook his hoof a little bit more, annoyed with the mud clinging to it.
The stallion chuckled a little at the mare. "It really isn't too bad." He looked up toward the sky, the beating sun making him squint. "I mean, I imagine if I were dark colored, I'd be rolling in the mud by now just to cool down. And actually, I believe I know where you're talking about. I was headed there myself." He smiled and nodded, unsure of what to call the mare. For now, Miss would do,
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 1:37 pm
Tirla blinks. I would never have occurred to her to roll in the mud. But then, being mud encrusted would only hinder her flight. And being up above the trees with the strong winds was cooling in itself.
"Oh, right. Yes, I guess so. I'd rather roll in some clean water if I'm overheated, myself. I'm not actually all that familiar with the area around here, so I'm glad to hear you are."
It took a little work to get herself turned around without getting mired in the mud, but with a little acrobatic maneuvering, Tirla managed it. "So . . . this way. Uh . . . you know . . . I don't know your name. Which means I haven't shared mine. I'm sorry. I'm Tirla. No, wait, you said your name already, didn't you? I missed it. I'm a bit scatterbrained." She looked a bit chagrined at the admission.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:30 pm
Caraway nodded in agreement. "Yes, but when there's no water around, only mud, you've got to do what you've got to do, right?" He chuckled a little bit. "I personally don't have that problem. I live both right beside a lake and in the woods. I've got the cover of the trees from the sun and a place to cool down." He heard himself chuckle again and stopped, not wishing to look foolish or simple minded. "I live not too far from here, actually. I just enjoy the sound of the stream. It's relaxing."
After the mare spoke, Caraway smiled. "That's all right, Miss Tirla. And I had introduced myself, but I certainly don't mind doing it again. My name is Caraway. How long have you been in these lands? I don't get out much, but I've been here for quite a while." At that moment, he remembered the wind saying she was not familiar to the area, which would explain why he'd never met her before.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:48 pm
"It's nice to meet you Caraway." Tirla shakes her head. "I havn't been in the area long, I guess. I don't stay long anywhere, really. It's too much fun to explore new places."
Walking along under the trees, Tirla soon finds the oppressive heat and humidity tiring. She could fly all day without being as worn out as these few minutes on the ground were making her. "It is rather warm and close here, isn't it. I can see choosing mud over this heat. I'm so used to flying that I never really realized how hot it could get on the ground."
The buzzing of small biting insects, attracted to the smell of hot soquili had Tirla tossing her head and swishing her tail. All in all, this was not something she was enjoying. Caraway was nice, and nice to look at, but she didn't know how he could stand to be trapped on the ground all the time.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 6:19 pm
Caraway thought for a moment about exploring new places. He hadn't really done that before. Instead, the stallion found a place he'd liked, and that's where he had been living for the years he'd stayed in the Soquili Lands. "Really? That sounds quite pleasant, really."
The grounded male was used to this warm weather, and had never experienced flight or anything of the like, so he didn't really understand the difference to the mare. "What's it like? Flying, that is. I've always wondered about that. I'm sure it's magnificent, is it not?" For a few seconds, he imagined what flying would be like. It was lovely.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 8:57 am
"Oh yes, it's so very magnificent! It's like running as fast as you can but not just straight but up and down, and the wind lifts and buffets and there are currents and eddies and whirls and the slightest adjustment of wing can change so very much! It's challenging to keep yourself honed to the peek of what your body can do so that every movement is precise." Tirla tosses her head, grinning broadly.
"Flying is like nothing else. When I fly I feel so very free. I can go anywhere and see anything. There is no forest too dense that I can't fly over it, no river too deep, no bear too fierce." It is rather obvious that Tirla loves to fly. The passion in her voice enough to paint quite vividly the depth of her love of the air.
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