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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 1:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 1:57 pm
Penance was beginning to realise that early starts and the requirement to travel long distances, were no longer a part of his 'can do' list. It had only gone past noon and the black stallion was already tired, his wings stiff and aching as a consequence of both him rising early, and the distance he had travelled, to humour his younger brother. If the stallion had been given a choice he would have happily refused the summons and accepted a messenger instead, but his brother had threatened him on pain of a multitude of er...'deaths', that he needed to attend. As a result Penance had dragged himself from his slumber and blearily flown to the highest point of the summit territory. If he'd been expecting it to be warm based on the season he was sorely disappointed, and his wings were decidedly unimpressed with him too.
Alas, it had been for good reason that he had been summoned and the stallion could forgive his brother's tenacity and stubbornness regarding the situation. The circumstances in which they had all been called to the summit had been dire; or more accurately they had potential to be dire and it was of vital importance that this threat was minimised. Urgh, but he had been of the view that they had finished with Kalona, kept them on the retreat or preoccupied with their own issues. As far as Penance had been concerned, the only problem they had was the skinwalker plague and Tempest had that thoroughly under control.
Well, by 'control', he meant that one skinwalker in particular was kept preoccupied... whether or not Tempest elected to pursue other skinwalkers remained to be seen. Suffice it to say that Tempest was exceptionally vague with the details and his movements were relatively unknown to the rest of the family.
Fortunately, the summit hadn't lasted long at all and it was with great relief that Penance found himself dismissed. He had paused long enough to converse with his son and ensure he was happy with the arrangements, but once this had been done the stallion had promptly taken flight, and made his way home. If there was one thing Penance was not a fan of, it was remaining away from his mate for too longer, not only could she potentially hurt herself through over-excitement, but he was also ever so slightly over-attached to the lovely mare.
Make that very attached.
At the hip.
Ah, but even as he landed in the clearing near their home, he did have to remind himself that while he was partial to this reunion and could enjoy it, he was also required to leave in two days. He was not about to leave his son unattended and alone in the sky, and as much as Numielle adored him, he was certain she would understand his intentions when it came to Esper... But first he needed to tell her!
"Numi?" he announced as he drifted towards the small clump of trees they often slept nearby. "Are you awake, or still in a world of dreams...?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 5:16 pm
Numielle had known that Penance had needed to take an early leave that morning, though she had missed him. While she was cognoscente enough to understand that he was away, it did not mean that the pale, crimson-winged mare had not missed him. She did not know when he might return, and the mare was so accustomed to having him near, she could not help but grow just a bit restless. When he left, sleep did not find her again. .
Little did she know that very soon, her most beloved would be gone longer than either might prefer.
As it was, the mare had not taken back to slumber when he had left, and instead had decided to first sit and wait -- for who knew when he might come back? And she did so very, very, very much wish to greet him! Any second she might see him return over the treeline, and settle. Any minute. Any minute now. Yup. Waiting. Unfortunately for Numielle, she was not known for her patience, rather. . . she was not known to be still. So as hard as she tried to keep focused, the wheels of her simple, partially crazed mind continued to chug along; and she wondered about whether or not Penance might be hungry when he returned, for she was very hungry this morning. And what of the mountain flowers struck with dew? Or the leaves beginning to turn thanks to autumns approach. . .were they wishing to be admired? And oh, oh, oh a bunny! A fat, floppy eared, fuzzy, grey bunny!
So it was, Numielle forgot about her dedication to sitting and waiting, and instead let herself go pick out the sweetest of flowers and edibles, all the while scampering after a rabbit or two, and taking a few nibbles herself. She would work hard to bring back a veritable feast for her mate, whom she sometimes forgot was gone, and babbled on happily to him until she remembered she was only speaking to herself; in which case she would continue to babble, and apologize to herself for forgetting it was only she, and not Penance, who was around.
So it was, the mare hummed, and foraged, and wandered until she was quite laden with treats. Every spike on her tail had speared some sort of edible, and her poor, blood stained unicorn horn was full to the brim with autumn fruits and sweet grasses. The same with her mouth, laden with twigs and stalks of fruit and leaves. Surely, this would be enough for her mate! The sun was now rising high, and ever clumsily, Numielle returned back to their chosen residence.
And there it was, she stood, and resumed her waiting. Thankfully, Penance did very well return, and as soon as she heard his voice, the mare all but squealed. It was muffled though, for she had not thought to put down the fruit on which she held. Hobbling forward, trying not to wag her tail so she might not lose some of the precious edibles she had brought, a very funny, and ridiuclous looking mare came in to view. "Mmmphnnn!" She exclaimed, mouth still clamped tight on the plant stalks and branches. Oh, what a silly mare. . . but her heart had truly been in the right place.
So it was, her wings flapped with much fervor and excitement, even as she approached her most beloved. She had brought him all of his favorites, and then some, and was quite ready to share them with her dark furred mate. What Numielle wouldn't do for him. . . She was not stupid, just. . . terribly naive, and a bit lucid of thought and mind. Sometimes she had great amount of wit and clever, and other times, she was as if in a dream, happy, blissful, and unknowing of shadow and darkness and danger.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 12:20 pm
He couldn't stop himself as the bubble of laughter escaped from his lips and he suspected that anyone else would have done the same. Granted they might have been laughing at his mate, but in this case... Yes, he would be the first to admit that she looked utterly ridiculous, but this was balanced out beautifully by both the adorable result of her overall appearance and the purpose of such a display. She'd obviously gotten bored of waiting, or alternatively something had caught her interest, and this had turned into an adventure mixed in to... well, breakfast.
"Aren't you looking absolutely delicious," he announced with a grin, approaching the mare with a lot more energy than he had felt just a few moments ago. She was just what he needed to revitalise him, and while she flapped her wings to express her excitement, he gave her a gentle nudge and then promptly extracted the stalks from her mouth. It would take him longer to pull the rest of the fruit from her but at the very least he could relieve her of the initial burden so that she could chatter to him.
However, no sooner had he removed the stalks than he had set them carefully on the ground so that he could talk as well!
"You've been busy," he observed and gave a wink as he inspected her horn and then veered round to examine her tail. "Find anything interesting?" he added curiously and wandered round to her tail, carefully beginning to extract each edible. As with always, he was careful, at any moment she might become overexcited and he would need to lift his head, but he did need to take the foot off it so he could eat it! Besides, he also knew from experience that she would try to hold still even if she was giddy to the point of bursting.
...sometimes she reminded him of a puppy in that respect.
Adorable but occasional prone to unintentional destruction, and yet no one would ever be mad at her because of that lovely face. Well, that and he would knock them out if they said anything anyway.
"Oooh these look great," he murmured as he inspected some of the fruit, patiently waiting for Numielle to relay her morning to him in her own eloquent, and blissful, manner.
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