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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:03 pm
 Xochi had gotten word that her youngest son had come across something new as of late, something 'special'. Miqui was, out of her two boys, the one that was the closest to her. Charon had taken mostly to following his father since they shared similar abilities. Although sons were something new to Xochi, she welcomed them with open wings, even if deep down she fundamentally considered them weaker than females. Her lizard familiar, Machu, skittered around her crown and hair, a little on edge with the gathering family. It wasnt an issue with the family gathering, however, Machu shared Xochi's dislike of change, and he certainly got the feeling this little upstart free-spirited son of hers was going to try to bring change! (( This will be open to all of the family c: ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:42 am
One of the youngest members of the herd was incredibly nervous, as he felt was proper for the situation. It wouldn't be too long before he had to present his idea to his family, and be judged in whether or not his idea held any merrit. He knew his mother well enough to wonder if it was even worth mentioning the idea. However, he couldn't practice it and test the concept before discussing it with the family, as much as he wanted to so he'd know it was a possibility, since he wouldn't dare dream of acting out and ruining what favor he held in his mothers eyes.
Chewing nervously on the long handle of the covered basket he had hanging in from his mouth, crafted by a local tribe of Giant River Otter familiars in exchange for carefully collected and kept shed wing feathers and even a couple locks of his long hair to be used for decorative jewelry by the small tribe, Miquiztli grit his teeth as stepped into the meeting area, his wings folded tight against his body to move between the large tree trunks, walking carefully to avoid the roots.
The stallion, like his mother, was compact in build, smaller than the average soquili stallion and built for flight in the tight spaces of the jungle and rainforest that was their home. His long hair was brushed back and held in place by his wing, tail lifted high in his natural attempts to keep it from snagging and tangling in the leaf littered floor of the jungle, giving him a false air of cheerful excitement while his ears and twitching head winglets showed his nervousness.
Setting the basket down with tender, gentle care, he slowly knelt to his mother, wings flaring as he lowered his head, waiting for the confirmation he could rise from his greeting. As he was the one there to present his idea, it was his place to act with more humility than usual to show his respect for their leader before he could be certain his request would be listened to.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:07 pm
 Deneb hung back towards the edge of the circle. Even though she'd been around for sometime, she still felt a little awkward sometimes. She watched Req's son kneel before his mother, and shifted a bit tossing her forelock after out of her eyes. She'd never before been around so many wings before, and anytime she heard the rustle, she couldn't help but think of dark wings and a cruel smile...a chill went through her body, and she swallowed hard. Now wasn't the time to think of that, or the two colts she'd probably never see again...Xellra was his father's creature now, and Antares...her poor little Antares...to crazy and dangerous to be around anyone for long.
She glanced over to Sadira, her only remaining child. Her beautiful little flower in more ways than one. The young mare may not even be hers by blood, but they had the bonds formed with love, and that was enough. At least she hoped it was enough...
Deneb shook her head. She was worrying to much. She turned her attention back towards the center of the circle. Time to focus on other things, although she did have to wonder what on earth was in the basket.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 8:16 pm
 Standing close her mother, Sadira watched the male come to his mother. She hadn't a clue as to what was truly going on in front of her.. which wasn't strange to her. If it wasn't about plants or medicines, she was usually lost. Although the time they had been in the herd has brought her more knowledge and acceptance than she ever thought possible... she still found herself not knowing much...much like this meeting. What she did find was herself shifting in discomfort.
The easiest to find comfort for her was found just by extending her wings, catching the sunlight that filtered through the canopy. She took a deep breath. There was no way to describe the feeling of it, but even the flickering light made her feel better.
Noticing her mother's shiver and head shake, she canted her head. It wasn't the first time that she had caught her doing that and she was concerned. Was it about this meeting.. or her father and brothers? Although she wanted to ask what was wrong, she knew she had to stay quiet, the mystery of the basket a little more important than a consoling word. So in its stead, she gave her a small nuzzle, hoping she'd relax as she kept her eyes on the kneeling stallion.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:33 pm
Being able to shrink down was a handy skill in the jungle, Mab was learning. She was flitting along one of the jungle paths (little more than the faintest of trails) at about a quarter of her size, her black tipped wings a blur in the air. She was feeling a bit like a cannibal today, since there were currently butterflies tickling the insides of her stomach. Today, she would be meeting the rest of the herd! Stomach butterflies aside, Mab was determined to make a good impression. She was smart! She was learning about the jungle! And while she wasn't the strongest mare around, she knew her skills, and was determined to put them to good use! The positive thoughts didn't stop her from hesitating when she came upon the group, small yet impressive. The matriarch especially. An Angeni! She'd never met one before, and here were two! Mab looked curiously at the other two, and felt a sudden wave of relief when she realized she wasn't the only Flutter.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:48 pm
 Itzapalotl had arrived early with her mother, as she had been taught since she was a young filly. She stood quietly and attentively at her mother's left hand, the right being reserved for greater company. At least that is what she had been lead to believe. Her mind couldn't care for such matters right now. There was something else very important about and she must be ready for anything.
She glanced around at her siblings and 'family' members. Where had Liquid gone to? Her mind couldn't help but wander to the thought of the stallion she had meet in the gardens, her chosen and beloved mate. Women were superior to the male race, she had been taught that. But somehow she felt more his equal... a detail she would not share with her mother out of respect of the teachings she had given.
A steady sight passed through her nostrils as she focused once more at the matter at hand. What could possibly be so important? Seeker stood close to Mab, though not as close as to make anything uncomfortable. Aside Xochi, she was the most familiar horse in the gathering. So many angenis in one place made his more nervous than he had ever been. He tried to keep his wits and manners about him, but he could not help but shiver now and than. His well defined horse muscles were so tense he was beginning to ache from hoof to nose.
Xochi was safe, very safe. He had long sense come to trust and respect her, but the others in the room... he was unsure what would offend them. If one wrong look or movement would make them turn him into a lizard or something. Seeker did not wish to be a lizard...
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