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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 8:47 am
This is a self rp between Duga Couleur & Idris Taerdos  
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 8:53 am
Duga Couleur was not lost. She never got lost. She always knew exactly where she was. At least, that’s what she told herself. The truth was that, maybe just this once, she had gotten a bit distracted and taken a wrong turn. Maybe. She couldn’t be certain really. One minute, she was leaving that strange mare with her odd little farm and then the next she was traipsing through a thick forest. She knew exactly how it had happened. As always occurred, Duga had gotten distracted by the world’s music. While she was listening to the wind blowing through the grass and the birds singing their songs in time with nature’s symphony, her feet had kept her plodding forward. It wasn’t until the sound of the wind had shifted that she realized she had wandered into a forest. Really, she needed to learn to stop listening and walking. It wouldn’t be so bad, really, if it weren’t for the fact that she had wandered off the path. She had tried turning around and going back the way she had come, only to run into a cliff. So clearly, somewhere along the lines, she had deviated from a straight path. Which meant… she had no idea where she had come from.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 8:59 am
Idris was not a fan of walking. Oh, there was nothing wrong with exercising those legs. In fact, she had been told that it was a very good idea to make sure the muscles got some action once in a while. It was exactly because of that fact that she had chosen to walk through this forest rather than fly over it. That and it had seemed interesting from above, all green and leafy. Like every other forest that she had flown over, but had decided not to walk through. Because she wasn’t really a fan of walking. No, Idris preferred to stretch her wings and feel the wind through her feathers. But, as she had thought before, she did need to stretch her legs. Her wings could only keep her aloft for so long before they started to tire. Granted, with all the exercise she gave them, she could go quite a while before that happened, but that didn’t mean she should push them beyond their limits. Her mother had warned her what happened when a wind soquili overworked her wings. Idris’ worst nightmare was causing permanent harm to herself and thus being unable to fly for the rest of her life. Just the thought of it caused her to shudder. So, here she was, walking through the forest rather than flying over it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:01 am
Duga had finally stumbled across a river, which was just as well. She was starting to get thirsty. She decided to take a break and slack her desire before venturing onward. Besides, any sense of urgency she might have had before was gone now. She was no longer lost. She had found a river. All she had to do now was follow it out of the forest. Because she had no doubt that it WOULD lead her out of the forest, eventually, while playing a lovely, babbling melody for her along the way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:04 am
The sound of rushing water reached her ears and, with a small grin, she trotted toward it. Water meant a stream or river. She had seen them from above, looking like thin blue lines. She’d even seen them up close, when she stopped for a drink. But she’d never seen one inside a forest before, since she usually chose not to go into the trees. Not that she had anything against forests, per se, but it did bring out her claustrophobia. She liked to see the sky opening up above her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:22 am
Duga was just lowering her head to the water when she heard a rustling in the trees. For a moment, she felt concern that maybe this forest had some less than savory types. She was no fool. She knew that there were harsher melodies in the world, beautiful in their own rights but nothing that you wanted to listen to or be around for long. Melodies that had a tendency to cut short other songs. But no, the rustle didn’t seem to be ominous or dangerous. When a figure finally emerged, the first thing Duga thought was that it was so hard to find other minis such as herself. A full sized, winged soquili mare… well, that was interesting. She didn’t think such creatures came into the forest, at least not as dense forests as this one. She smiled brightly at the mare. “Hello there!” she called.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:29 am
Idris paused when she heard a voice call out to her. It took only a moment for her to spot the other mare. Really, it wasn’t hard to see. While the other mare was small and black, she also possessed streaks of vividly bright colors. She smiled in return. “Hello, there. Is this your forest?” she asked. She didn’t think it was. Oh, sure, maybe it was the little one’s home, but probably not her territory. Unless she was part of a herd. Such a thing was very possible. There were no territories in the sky, really, so Idris rarely made note of such things, but since she was temporarily ground bound, she thought it was best to play it safe. The last thing she wanted was to be swarmed by a herd of pygmies. Though the thought did give her a slight case of the giggles.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:31 am
Duga tilted her head slightly, confused and oddly amused when the wind mare started giggling. Whatever she had thought of must have been rather funny, though Duga didn’t have a clue what that could be. She shook her head in response to the question she was asked. “No, I don’t even live here,” she said with a friendly smile. “I’m actually a bit lost. I don’t suppose you know your way around here?” The other mare didn’t seem like a local. If she had been, she would have known Duga was a stranger. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t familiar with the area. As an afterthought, she added, “I’m Duga, by the way.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:35 am
“Duga,” she repeated with a smile. “I’m Idris. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And no, I’m afraid I’m not a local either. I’m not necessarily lost, though. At least, I won’t be as soon as I get to an area with a clear view of the sky. I’m not really sure why, but it seemed like a good idea to explore this forest when I saw it earlier. Foolish now that I think about it. What about you? Were you headed anywhere in particular, to get stuck here? Or are you one of those wanderers with no particular destination in mind?” Idris knew she fell into the latter category, but maybe this Duga fell into the former.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:30 am
“No destination in mind,” Duga confirmed. “I was mostly go wherever the music takes me.” She rushed on to explain before Idris could ask anything. She had heard the questions before, every time she mentioned anything about music, or rather how she felt about music, people asked the same questions. Often times she got the same incredulous looks. So she chose to save time now, and answer the questions before they could ask. “There’s music in everything. The wind, the trees, everything. Some people don’t seem to hear it, which makes no sense to me, really. But sometimes I get distracted and I follow a tune. At least, that’s how I ended up here. And you? If you don’t often wander forests, which I assume you don’t from what you said, what brought you to this river, in this forest, at this time?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:36 am
“Whim,” Idris answered. “And a need to exercise my legs. Or maybe it’s fate. If you’re looking to leave the forest, I’d be happy to travel with you.” Idris always did like making new friends, and Duga seemed pretty interesting, and Idris did love interesting people. This Duga could be a good friend. At least if first impressions were any indication, which Idris had to admit wasn’t always the case. Still, she could only go based off of current experiences, and right now, with her talk about things having music… Idris had to wonder if her love of flying was anything similar to the obvious passion for music.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:45 am
“Company is always welcome,” Duga fibbed a bit. Honestly, she didn’t care one way or the other if she had company to share her travels with. She had not met anyone whose song complimented her own in such a way that she couldn’t imagine being without them. But then, it was often easier to find one’s way when there were two sets of eyes looking. And Idris did have the advantage of wings. Besides, Duga liked the cheerful, chiming sound of Idris’s song. She was happy to listen to it for a little longer. Maybe not permanently, but temporarily could be a nice change. And one little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 9:50 am
“Great,” Idris grinned. “You can tell me all about your music. It sounds interesting. Like, do you hear it all the times? Do you hear something different from the rest of us? Or do you just think of things in a different way? Oh, and feel free to tell me to stop any time. I’m afraid I inherited my mother’s curiosity. She’s always asking questions, and so am I.” She also inherited her aunt Sonja’s recklessness, but that had nothing to do with the current conversation. She spared a brief thought toward the mini’s lack of wings. Idris had talked to others who were wingless before, but she’d never befriended one before. It wasn’t that she thought wind soqs were better than others, it was simply that her entire family had wings, and she had found that she could relate better to those who knew the joy of flight. But maybe now was the time to try and break that streak.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:26 pm
Duga laughed. “It’s fine. I actually get asked things like that all the time. I honestly don’t know if I hear things others don’t or know. I can’t hear what you hear, only what I hear. It’s like asking if you see the world exactly as I see it. It’s impossible to say. I don’t think I hear anything no one else hears. I think I just listen better. Though…” she paused as she considered for a moment. While she had thought she’d heard all the questions before, no one had ever asked her if she had a different view on the world in general. Now, she considered that possibly. “I guess maybe I do think differently. No one else I have ever met things in terms of music or songs. In fact, nearly everyone seems to think I’m a bit odd for talking the way I do…. I imagine you do as well.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:31 pm
“Weeell,” Idris dragged the word out, starting to pick her way downriver. She considered the question seriously. Well, as seriously as she ever considered anything. She didn’t didn’t that Duga would be offended if she confirmed. The tone in Duga’s voice and the expression on the mini’s face made it seem like she never expected anything different, nor did she really care. She could respect that. And because she could respect that, she refused to bluster or try to give the polite non-answer that most people might give. Finally, she answered, “Maybe you’re a little weird. But so am I, if we’re honestly. Everyone has their quirks, I think. That’s what makes everyone so interesting and different. Could you imagine how boring it would be if everyone was exactly the same?” Idris laughed a bit as she imagined that. Her parents got alone so well because they were different. And her father and Aunt Sonja were as different as two people could get, yet they still loved each other. Together, they made a flock, a family, and Idris wouldn’t have changed any of them for the world.
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