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Name: Ardens Lux

Meaning: "Brilliant light" in Latin.

Temper: Luminous

Personality: Marked by her radiance and extroversion, Lux is probably the most bubbly creature you will ever meet. She's bright, alert, a veritable "morning person"... But she lives for the night and the mystery it brings. The stars bring magic for her, and they are probably her favorite thing about the night - how one can always make new pictures from them amazes her. In some ways, they are the weight that holds her steady; if she's told to stop bothering somebody, she'll take a deep breath and go stare at them for a while.

The unfortunate aspect of her extroversion is that there are not many others out there, aside from her family, that she can meet at night - at least, not without waking them up, which she will have a habit of doing. So, as she gets older, it will be harder and harder for her to be happy, as she realizes that not many people are amused by being woken up in the middle of the night, and even fewer will actually want to play with her. So, for a time, she will retreat to her family, until she is old enough to venture out on her own. Once she has reached that age, she will seek out others who are nocturnal, but she will always return home; she will just have a need to meet others, to be with people who are up for some fun so late at night, other than her family.

As a foal, Lux will have loved the sun and the moon equally. She will awaken early and stay up late, trying to catch a glimpse of the sun before the moon replaces it and vice versa. But, as she grows older, she will fall in love even more so with those twilight times, and the fact that she can meet both diurnal and nocturnal people during them. Lux will become primarily crepuscular as an adult, waking up just before dawn and dusk, and spending the hours between them dozing. If anyone wakes her up when it's not dawn or dusk, she'll still be raring to go... But she will go into deeper sleep later because she'll be tired.

Though she will be loud and slightly obnoxious (well, probably more than slightly), the stillness of the night will keep her from being toooooo rambunctious. She doesn't think too much about the affect her ebullience has on others, but she will probably get some sense knocked into her later down the line...

Prompt Response:


With a slight pop, the seal on the filly's basket opened, and she nosed it open, looking around. All was darkness, just like it had been in her basket, and uncertainty filled her - was the world just like her basket, cramped and boring and black, except for when those beautiful voices spoke around her? Where were the owners of those voices?

Ears twitching, the filly ducked back beneath the lid of the basket a little bit, taking shelter beneath its brim. But as she was retreating, something on the upper edge of her vision attracted her gaze - far above her, the blackness ended suddenly, in a jagged line of cone-shaped silhouettes. Above that, the night was deep blue, freckled with white pinpricks. What are those? she wondered, her eyes finding the bright moon and going wide with awe. As she looked at the sky, she began to see shapes in the stars, outlines... A round basket like hers, and a little body, of the same form as she, outlined against the stars. She saw another crescent moon and laughed out loud - but then bit off the laugh as she recognized the quiet of the night. The longer she listened, though, the more she heard: crickets chirping, the hoot-hooooo sound of an owl in the distance. All the same, the world was mostly quiet, and the sky above her was silent and motionless, like it had been painted on the roof of the world.

It was beautiful.

Pushing her head out from beneath the basket, the filly pulled one leg out and clumsily felt around for something solid to put it against so she could get out - and found the ground, thick with soft grass. The smell her movement kicked up enthralled her, and she leaned forward in her basket until she rolled clumsily out, taking a chomp of grass as she went.

Chewing, she gazed up at the sky, and wondered if those white pinpricks, if that glowing crescent - what if they were the owners of those wonderful voices she'd heard, watching over her with their warm presences? Her heart glowed with love for them, and they glowed back. I hope it's always like this, she thought, and looked around a bit more. Her eyes were used to the darkness of her basket, and when she squinted, that helped her to make out two other shapes nearby, both round like her own basket. I hope the sky will love them, too.

Then, something snapped nearby... And the beautiful voices spoke, and introduced themselves. A warm glow filled her, and after a moment, she looked at the sky. You aren't my parents, but I will love you, too. Her expectations had been far exceeded - she had more things than she could count that would love her now, with her parents and the moon and each of those bright little stars. And each of them was more beautiful to her than she could ever hope to describe.

Sitting down in the grass, the filly waited for her siblings' baskets to open so she could introduce them to all the things that would love them, too.

Name: Suleis

Meaning: A Celtic goddess of life giving and curses

Temper: Benign

Personality: Suleis is a dreamer, mild of temper and mild of temperament, but at the same time doesn't seem to be 'all there.' She has always seemed to live in her own world of spirits and shadows, having conversations with things that others can't see. Having a conversation with her can often leave others feeling that they missed something, as Suleis seems to talk and look past them rather than at them. She doesn't tend to get riled up or involved in things easily, but she gets 'feelings' at times that can make her uncomfortably perceptive in her dealings with other Soquili. The night is her domain as much as that of her parents, and she is most at home in quiet, shadowy, peaceful places where she can properly interact with her 'spirit friends.'

Prompt Response:



It's so beautiful, Sulies reflects with a dreamy smile. For so long she had been in the cozy warmth of the basket, alone with her thoughts; but in spite of the cosyness, it had been empty; empty, and alone. Now she she stepped forth, looking up at a dazzling array of lights against the blackness of the sky. One light in particularly seemed to call out for her, a great, semi-circular light like a bright, toothy smile. She didn't yet know to call it the moon, but she did know that she and it were going to become good friends.

Stepping forward out of the basket, she tilted her nose towards the heavens, the same dreamy smile on her face. She took no notice of the two neighboring baskets, not even to know whether or not they were empty. She had a vague idea there were other creatures around, but those creatures were secondary; she had to learn more of the beautiful smiling light. Like a creature in a trance, she drafted in the direction of the moon, her eyes half-lidded, her expression serene. She knew that once the initial complications were past, she and the smiling light would be best friends.

Though she would not discriminate, Suleis knew. With each step, she became more aware of the new world around her; the soft whispering rustles of grass and wind were voices calling out to her, beckoning her, welcoming her. Soon, she would have to stop, to greet them as they had greeted her, to learn what it was they had to tell her. It was so beautiful here, so welcoming, so pleasant...yes, she knew this beautiful new world and she would be getting along. As if to confirm that fact, the smiling light seemed to wink at her, disappearing momentarily behind a dark cloud before reemerging with the same bright brilliance. Perhaps it would teach her how to wink in and out like that...

Name: Iimstra (first letter is an 'i')

Meaning: Spirit weaver

Temper: Solemn

Personality: Like any normal filly she loves playing, using her imagination, and exploring. Unlike most fillys she enjoys doing so in deep dark caves and goes about by herself. Like her parents she loves all things dark but perhaps her interests go even further. She has an intense interest in anything of the macabre type, especially death. Her favorite play things are usually dead (whether she put them in that state is another question). But perhaps her favorite things in the entire world are the spirits that hang about her father. She highly values anything they have to say and hopes to have her own one day.

Prompt Response:
Prompt 2 -
Iimstra was huddled in the deeps of a cave. Her eyes were drooping as morning threatened to dawn. She couldn't sleep because her mind was buzzing with her latest obsession. Spirits.
Of course she loved the critters that were always about her mother, the filly did have her own pet spider. Though when she woke she would have to investigate why poor Ichabod was missing a leg.
Right, spirits. Her father was her role model. She looked up to him and from being around him so much she came to know his spirits. They started off playing mean but all they had were words. Her love for death helped and she had so many questions for them. Were they real spirits? Do they remember their past lives? How did they come to be what they were? Where could she get her own? She played it careful to not ask too many questions at once. Iimstra would ask other things like if they had names. To which they said they didn't. She knew they had to have proper names so she would give them to them. Which was her current dilemma, what names fit them best?
Alas, sleep finally over took the filly and her dreams were filled with her spirit friends.

Name: Sanja

Meaning: Dream

Temper: Dreamer

Personality: Sanja lives in a world of her own making. There are stories in her head behind everything and whether or not those stories are true Sanja believes them. The sky changes colors because it is actually a river and the starry fish are coming out to feed. Comets are birds that are trying to eat the starry fish. This is only a little of the way that Sanja explains the world to herself. It is a fanciful world that Sanja lives in, full of wonder and mysticism. Everything is amazing because of the story behind it if Sanja is just given the chance to find the story.

Unfortunately most of what she believes is not actually true. But if another Soquili or a familiar were to try and convince her of the “truth” Sanja would become belligerent, angry, and defensive. No one likes having their worldviews called into question and though Sanja is mostly peaceful she does not enjoy it one bit. After the conversation Sanja would sulk and become even more engrossed in the belief that had been challenged.

At no time does Sanja believe that anyone else has to believe the same thing that she does, but she pities those that don’t as being misguided and wrong. She feels it must be hard to live life without understanding it and goes out of her way to be extra kind to those unfortunate ones.

Prompt Response: Prompt 2:

Growing up her parents’ behavior or her parents’ like for the more macabre aspects of the world never seemed odd to Sanja. This was simply normal and fully explainable. It was only when she met another filly that questioned Sanja’s parents’ behavior and showed Sanja that the filly’s parents were “normal” that Sanja realized that other adults were different. But other adults are not better than Sanja’s parents, or more normal, they were in fact to be pitied like those that did not realize the truth of the world. Maybe her father’s spirits weren’t always the nicest but he always had someone around to talk to or to fight with if he felt like it. Her mother was able to appreciate the beauty in objects that no one else seemed to realize were beautiful. This made Sanja’s mother special and better than others. So it was with pity that Sanja left this filly that introduced her to the world beyond the caves and darkness behind. The filly was clearly not right in the head and insulting Sanja’s family. Sanja was not interested in being her friend.

The creepy crawling things were not things to sneer at or to dismiss. If observed carefully it is clear that they can change the world around them in ways that larger animals cannot. To Sanja this meant that they were closer to the spirits in essence than many other creatures and should be respected for their world changing abilities. So Sanja takes care to not disturb them whenever possible, will say hello and goodbye when borrowing their caves, and loves to sit and watch them work. There is beauty there in the organization and efficiency. Sanja pities those that cannot see what she does, and has pride that her family is one of the ones that has realized the truth.