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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:44 pm
The winged mare, cast one final glance at the waves crashing into the shoreline, she knew that she would never truly be able to bring herself back to the coastline.
Silently she said farewell to the stallion that had changed her life and left that ache within her, but she knew she could no longer mourn and waste away waiting for a return she knew that would not be coming.
Using a wingtip, she brushed it over her face and took a deep breath before she headed towards the forest. It had been so long since she'd seen another, let alone left the shore that she wasnt sure of herself much anymore. With a flick of her wings, she carried on-wards..it was time for a change.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:02 pm
Yes, it was time for a change. A change in attitude, a change in perception, a change in life... No, scratch that last one. Just because Coralia was trying to make an honest effort to be a better Soquili didn't mean she wanted to be a different Soquili. She liked herself; it had taken a lifetime for her to sculpt herself out of the raw clay of a Soquili body. That lifetime hadn't always been easy. In fact, usually it was horrible; between seeing her mother die in agony from poison and having her father murdered by a skinwalker before she was even grown, to nearly losing her beloved twin brother to a herd of rampaging Kalona, life had been one curve ball after another. So was it any wonder she'd grown up a little...prickly? They say acceptance is the first step to being cured. Well, it had taken a long time, but Cora had finally started to accept that she was rough around the edges. But she was trying; trying to smooth those edges out. Didn't that count for anything? "No' bloody loikely," she said to herself with a pronounced and very unladylike snort. Leaning against the trunk of a particularly sturdy tree, she once more allowed herself to drift off into reverie once more. "No' bloody loikely, at all."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:07 pm
The mare paused, her ears straining forward as she caught the familiar brogue of her homeland, the mare had sorely missed the rolling green hills of her home but had over time accepted these new lands as her home now.
Years of lessons had made sure this show mare had never picked up the thick accent that many of her fellow countrystallion and mares had. But she had loved listening to the thick words and found herself following the sound. "Hello?" She called out curiously.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:15 pm
For many Soquili, getting to a point where they were talking to themselves was a sign they were tuning the world out. Not so for Cora; she doubted she'd ever be able to be that oblivious, not after dealing with everything that had so far defined her life. So at the sound of the 'hello', she snapped at once out of her thoughts to look around for the mare who'd spoken. It didn't take long, although the mare's dark appearance allowed her to blend into the shadows of the trees much more easily than Cora herself! "Hello yehrself," she called out to the other mare, a slight hint of caution in her tone. In the forest, she was a bit more vulnerable, and she didn't want to rush into anything until she was sure the other mare was, well... safe. But there was no harm in being polite, she'd started to learn. "Is theyhre anytheng I can be helpin' yeh with, loike?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:22 pm
Ah it was her! Amarantha could feel a smile coming upon her features and it had been so long since she had any real reason to smile it seemed. "Tell me miss, where are you from?" She asked curiously, of course the other mare had no reason to really answer the question but she had to ask none the less.
The purple laced winged mare was a friendly sort, she had no real mean bone in her body but wasnt weak, though she had no real skills as a fighter but in the air she moved much better but when it came down to it all, she was no threat to anyone.
"Oh do forgive my lack of manners, I am Lady Amarantha Cromwell, though please call me Amarantha." She sent the other a friendly smile.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:37 pm
Well, obviously she could help the mare, though Coralia hadn't been expecting a question so very specific. And personal, she thought with a slight frown. Being nice was one thing, but there was such a thing as too much too soon! So in the same cautious tone, she said in return, "Shoore an' it's a playsure tae be meetin' yeh...Amarantha," she managed to say, after processing the other mare's extraordinary name. "I'm Cora. But why are yeh askin' where I'm froom? Yeh'll excuse meh if I dinna quite wish tae be answerin' sooch pehrsonal questions sae soon in a conversation?" Hopefully ending the statement with an upwards inflection made her sound less hostile; she truly didn't want to sound hostile! Cautious, yes. "Though I wehl be sayin' tha' I'm a transplant tae this region, loike...thae I can be guessin' yeh already figured tha' oot, froom the accent, loike." She'd been in the Kawani lands for long enough to know her accent was atypical, and she gave the other mare a slight smile. "An' it's nootheng pehrsonal; I joost dinna loike bein' too intimate too airly."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 10:19 pm
She smiled and bowed her head in greeting, "Well, its a pleasure Cora and no no, by all means it is a rather personal question and you hardly know me." She gave a light friendly laugh.
"I myself am not born to these lands, but lands far and over the seas. The hills of Scotland are my true home, but these lands have been kind.." She flicked an ear back, it had been the sea to rip her heart out and destroy her world. "Your brogue is what caught my attention and reminded me of home, tis why I asked."[/b]
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 7:50 am
If nothing else, the mare was not acting suspicious, other than asking overly personal questions. She seemed the pleasant and friendly type, which was a little weird for Coralia, but not unpleasant. It was certainly nice to talk to someone who was aware of her accent in a polite way, as opposed to an overly curious and weird way. It was certainly nice to hear it referred to as a 'brogue,' the only proper term for what she and Corwin had become resigned to calling an accent. "Well, I dinna ken whehre thes 'Scootlan' is o' whech yeh spehk, if I am bein' oonest." Though Cora didn't know what the name of her homeland was, or if it even had one, she knew it wasn't far over any sea. She and Corwin had walked to the Kawani lands, even if the journey had taken them months. But who knew who the original Soquili in the land had come from? As far as Cora knew, everyone back home had spoken with a brogue; her parents, their former herd. It had been common. Weird. She didn't miss things from that life, but she missed the brogue.
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