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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:33 pm
  This is a private rp between Tristan Hadriel and Chandelle. Please do not post unless you are the Soq owners or staff.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:45 pm
The sun was dimly filtered through the trees lining Chandelle's glade. At the moment it looked as soft as a thick forest despite the sparse foliage above. It was just the sort of day that made it easy for Chandelle to travel around the open clearing just outside of her home in search of trinkets. Not just any trinket would do; it had to be something shiny and crimson. The latest couple to ask for her ceremonial expertise had asked for a mating "bonanza" with "colors like fire". She had plenty of golds, oranges and darker reds. What she needed was something with flare.
There was a crisp wind that sent a chill up her neck into her short, curled mane. It was enough to give her pause, but in the sunshine she was warm enough to keep up her trot. The petite female ventured all morning until high noon before she stopped around an area she had never seen before. She suspected others had lived her once before, since there were cracked baskets and strips of cloth lining the path. Cautiously she moved forward, poking her face in places it didn't belong with childish glee. "Oh, and what do we have here?" Her little tail gave a flicker.
The path wasn't well worn and led further up into the hills. Should she go, or rummage through what little was at the base?
Why, travel on, of course!
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 10:30 am
The chill in the air never bothered Tristan, but the sunshine did feel wonderful. Tristan trotted along happily in a random direction, not really caring where he was going or if he got lost. He didn't mind being lost, it was simply another adventure. Magic wasn't with him today however. The little bird had said, "It's too cold. I'm too tired. You go on, fly without me, I'll catch up." And then he had tucked his little head into his wing and dozed off. Tristan was ready to find an adventure worth telling that would make Magic jealous and wish he'd gotten up too that day.
Coming upon a small clearing where strips of baskets and cloth lie, Tristan became curious. He poked around for a bit, but none of the cloths that lay about were fitting for him to wear as accessories. He wished he knew how to make something out of them. He kept looking around in case there was anything more valuable or shiny lying about. There must have been villagers living here at one time, but they had gone and moved on.
As he was looking around, he saw a small, cream colored, deer-like tail in the distance, belonging to a mare who was also nosing about in the things littering the ground. Then he watched as the mare with the cream colored tail and curly red mane went trotting up to a path that led up into the hills. 'Oooh,' he thought. 'Wonder who she is, and where that path leads!'
Without a second thought Tristan began to follow, calling out in his best princely voice, for that was what he had suddenly thought suited him best today, "Halt fair maiden! I shall accompany you to the hills!" And then curiously "Is this your stuff lying around?"
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