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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 5:09 pm
So, he and some of his family, the sturdier sorts, had been recruited by the Summit to make their way through the hills and warn anyone visiting -- or worse, anyone lost -- to make their way down or secure safety. The warning of a blizzard was both thrilling as well as frightening; Sahaqiel was young, but he remembered the snowstorms of his youth, and how they could pile up the snow quickly and devastatingly. Anyone could be caught off guard by a sudden storm. . . It was why they were on the hunt now.
Sahaqiel was luckier than some of those in his herd and family. He sported not one, but two, large pairs of black wings. Furthermore, he was almost larger than his grandpa Azumoth, and very sturdy on his cloven hooves. He was, essentially, a bit of a beast. . . and if there was one thing Sahaqiel knew, it was always how to find home. So, the stallion picked his way through the hills, his tail wagging contentedly behind him as he sought out signs of movement. Sometimes he took to flight, but mostly he kept his hooves on the ground, following the trails and keeping an eye out for tracks. Not many ventured far into the mountains this late in the season, but he was far enough down and closer to the foothills which seemed deceptively more welcoming.
So it was, the white haired Sahaqiel hummed pleasantly to himself, a tune of his own design, keeping himself company as he carried on his duties. If he were lucky, he wouldn't find anyone out and about but his own herdmates and family. He'd hate to be the bearer of bad news. . . then again, what if he wound up helping them out? Or aving them? That would be neat. He was no knight like his older brother, nor a fighter or defender like his many uncles. . . . but sometimes Saha wished he could do great things, too. There was no glory in simply being a good cuddler. . . . and that, Saha knew, he was great at.
Oh well. On couldn't win them all...
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 8:01 pm
 He did not know why he was here, wandering the mountains... But then, to be fair, Giolladhe didn't know much of anything really. He knew his name. He knew he was looking for... something. Or rather someone. What he didn't know was the reason. And it was driving the stallion bonkers.
He hated the fact he had an entire history that had been wiped from his memory in wake of the accident. He was both grateful for his sight, and for some reason regretful. There was so much he just didn't know or understand. Hence the wandering.
It was not conscious choice or knowledge that led him here to the mountains. He just, felt like perhaps it was a good place to be.He might find something, some clue, anything. And that was what he needed.
The snows seemed colder here. The air threatened wintery weather to come, but he was oblivious to it. He was absorbed in his thoughts and ponderings. By the time he came to, the sky had become fiercely threatening, the wind tearing through the minimal protection offered by his cape. This wasn't good. He needed to find shelter, soon, and he had not even the faintest idea as to where to begin to look.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 5:52 pm
The white stallion continued to pick his way through the hills, when a flash of color caught his eye. Blue. And not a natural blue either, but just the faintest splot of color between the thick foliage. If Sahaqiel had been in any more of a daydream he might very well have missed it! Ah, but thankfully for Giolladhe, the stallion was focused on his duty -- he didn't want anyone to get lost among the snowstorm that was licking at their heels. Not on Sahaqiel's watch, nope, nope, nope! So it was, with a sudden start, the stallion instantly changed the direction of his trail to better investigate. Blues only came in berry form, as far as Sahaqiel were concerned, and that was no jay or bird, either!
Changing his route, the long-maned stallion decided to better investigate. Maybe it was remnants leftover by some visitor? Or. . . ah-ha! The visitor ws still well attached to his cape! Sure enough, he realized that the pale creams and soft browns of this stranger blended perfectly with the dead leaves and autumn colors of the mountain foliage. Now he could pick out the form of some sort of unicorn. . . . but he still didn't know if they were friend, foe, or visitor. The Hour Glass Summit was a large and sprawling herd, and Sahaqiel knew he wasn't entirely well versed on Yei and Grencia's line. Was this one of theirs? He knew for a face it wasn't from The Grove.
Hmm.
"Hello there Stranger-stranger!" He finally called out brightly, his own spaded tail beginning to wag in intrigue and pleasure. Though he possessed fangs, and glowing yellow eyes, Sahaqiel was incredibly harmless. He was large, a bit of a beast of a stallion, but he wasn't at all dangerous. He just hoped the other might realize that. "Sahaqiel didn't expect to find any new faces trekking these hills. . . . Let me be the first to greet you to the Hour Glass Summit!" That was what he was supposed to say, he thought. Maybe. Possibly. Something like that, at any rate.
Oh, the white stallion was almost too excited. It had been a very long time since he'd met a stranger. Most of his life had been grown up around his immediate family and the occasional herdmate. Strangers were a rarity and those that did come along, didn't often stay. If his uncle Sylph didn't drive them of with his severe attitude, than his grandpa Azumoth wasn't far along to involuntarily intimidate. He new his grandpa wasn't as bad as he sometimes appeared, but many guests didn't stay long with the Grove. Yei and Grencia's side were a little bit more . . . accommodating. So it was, his tail continued to wag, and he did his best to look just a bit smaller, tucking in his double set of wings as close as he could manage.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:07 pm
It wasn't necessarily the smartest idea Giolladhe had ever had, traversing the mountains in the winter. Especially when he didn't know anything about the area... where to find shelter if in fact a storm came up or the weather turned, if the area was safe, what kind of beings lived in the area, if there were any... and the list went on. In short, VERY BAD idea. But there was something, a small little voice inside his head that said he needed to be here, now, not that he had any clue as to why.
Ears pricked, picking up the sound of crashing through the dead foliage that littered the ground. He stopped, not sure who or what it was, but he would wait to see just who or what was causing the sound. Now that he could see, Giolladhe took delight in using that sense, though he had to admit some small feeling of loss now that his hearing seemed to fade somewhat, now that he didn't have to rely on it as his primary sense. Though he was more than a little grateful that his sense of smell was less defined. There were just some things that were better off not being scented...
He was somewhat startled and intimdated by the larger soquili that charged out of the growth nearby. Not because of any physical traits, but the sheer size... he was quite a bit larger than Giolladhe who was no small stallion himself. But before he could get defensive or even overly nervous, he heard the friendly, if somewhat unconventional greeting.
Pale blue eyes blinked slowly as he tried to figure out what to make of the other stallion. ' Hel-lo,'
The speech pattern of the stallion was definitely unique, and Giolladhe knew immediately that he hadn't met the other before, so it probably wasn't because of him that he needed to be here. Or perhaps he would be a guide or at least useful in pointing Gio in the right direction. But whatever the case, this was the first soq Gio met – aside from the healer after his.. accident – so he took his time in noticing the small details, as he also took in the information being offered so freely.
So this area was called the Hour Glass Summit. He was pretty sure he had never been here before, or at least, if he had been here, he had never known that it was inhabited or had name. And, if he was interpreting it right, the other's name was Saquiel. Sakel. Sahaqiel. Sahaqiel, that was it. Geeze, what a mouthful.
'I didn't mean to intrude on your territory. Sorry. I, well, honestly I was unaware that anyone lived here. I am just, looking for someone. Or something. I... I don't know I think I'm lost, or I lost something. ' He stammered.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:30 pm
Sahaqiel waited, his smile unwavering, his tail still wagging eagerly behind him. He wanted nothing more than to make a good impression, as well as make sure the other was safe and sound, as well as informed. As excited as he was to have stumbled upon a stranger up in these peaks, he couldn't allow his excitement to forget the reason he was here -- a snowstorm was threatening the higher elevations, and was sure to bring some nasty weather to the mountains, and potentially neighboring lowlands. He was on a search-and-rescue mission before things became life threatening. He was lucky that his family had been convinced that he wouldn't wind up a search-and-rescue victim himself, but Sahaqiel was not daft. Perhaps not always the brightest lamp, or the sharpest tool, but he was not stupid. There was a surprising amount of clarity within his crazy, and he was not nearly as nuts as his mother or grandmother. He was a good Sahaqiel, and he wanted nothing more than for his family, his brother especially, to know it.
Thankfully, the golden coated stranger seemed . . . confused? Unsure? Yellow eyes studied Giolladhe as he apologized and stammered out a reply. "Oh, Stranger-stranger doesn't have to apologize at all. It's not Saha's territory, but my family's, really. At least, some of it is. Our herd's a bit of a scattered group, really, but . . . you're certainly not trespassing," he rambled, thoughts spiraling a bit before he remembered not to do that. He knew he was a bit of an odd duck compared to some of his aunts and uncles, but he couldn't help it. He took too much after his tender-hearted but unstable mother. A family trait, and one that didn't look to die out anytime soon.
Giving a small shake of his head, he tried to remember to focus. "You're welcome to roam all you'd like unless you really are lost, in which I can certainly be of some aid." He puffed out his chest proudly, his black wings flaring just a bit with excitement. He was going to help this stranger until he was told to do so no longer. "Is there somewhere you're trying to be? Someone you're trying to get to? Are you thirsty, hungry, hurt?" He questioned with eternal patience, taking a step closer so he might better inspect the stranger. He wanted to help the other pinpoint exactly what situation he was in: was he lost? Was he looking for someone? Was he just enjoying the scenery? Leave it to Sahaqiel to not at all be put off by the strangers confusion and uncertainty -- he wasn't one to judge and never would.
Snowstorm. Blizzard. He couldn't forget that . . . but at present, making sure this stranger-stranger was all right was his first task.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 3:08 pm
Sahaquiel was definitely different from anyone else Gio had met, he was certain of this. And where he might have been a little apprehensive at first – the other stallion was a good deal larger and somewhat intimidating – he could tell there was no real reason to be afraid. No one that happy, exuberant... well, he didn't know the exact word for what Saha was, but no one who was like him could mean trouble or harm or danger, so Gio could relax. At least as much as he could, being lost, and with the threat of a winter storm looming over them.
Knowing that he wasn't trespassing or crossing some line or taboo, was even more of a relief. But still, 'The name's Gio, not Stranger-Stranger, not Stranger, it's simply Gio.'
The clouds were hanging low and dark and ominous. A storm was coming and soon. And he still had no idea where he was, where he was going, and if there was a safe place nearby to weather the snow. He considered the questions he was asked. Was there somewhere he was trying to be? Yes, with his sister, but he had no clue exactly where that was supposed to be. And that also answered the second question. Was he hungry, thirsty or hurt? Not really, kind of and no.
' I don't really know where I am. Just that it's the mountains, and I am trying to locate my sister. She's a petite mare, kind of a dusky purple color with very blue eyes, and she has a habit of trying to help those who need it... and for the life of me I can't remember her name. Lila, or Luli or something like it... I know it starts with an L. Last I heard, she was wandering around the mountains somewhere... Though right now should probably find some shelter. Those clouds look like they're about to burst at any time. Do you know where there is any shelter nearby? '
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2015 6:30 pm
Gio. Gio. Gio. Gio. Gio. Gio. Gio. Gio. G.I.O. Gio. Gio. Not Stranger-Stranger. Not Stranger. Just Gio. The stallion tried his best to ingrain this bit of information into his head, to try to remember. Gio. It wasn't always easy for Sahaqiel to remember names, and at present he was trying his best to put the name Gio with the cream coated unicorn before him. Stranger-stranger didn't seem to like to be called anything but, so it was important for him to remember. Gio. Oh! Oh it was almost like Adagio . . . And he could never forget his brother's name. Gio and Adagio. Gio was not Adagio, but someone new, someone different, someone neat. A new friend, perhaps, or at least a stranger he could help save.
Pleased that he now had a way to best remember the stallion, his chest puffed out and his yellow eyes glowed bright with delight. "Gio then," he exclaimed, looking more than a little pleased at himself for remembering. He knew he'd remember this not-brother by using his brother's known nickname. "You're not lost -- I know exactly where we are in these hills. I don't know anyone named Lila or Luli or Something but . . . This herd is also very big. Yep, yep, yep! It's a herd within a herd, and there are many members. Maybe some of them have heard of your Lila or Luli?" He suggested helpfully, beaming down at the stranger.
His spaded tail wagged with pleasure, and he hoped that his advice was good. Saha wasn't often able to host guests or foundlings, and he knew as soon as Gio and he were discovered by his family, he'd find less Saha-like sorts to talk to. That was probably just as well. He knew he wasn't always the brightest or sharpest stallion, but he did try, and his loyalty was true. Ah, but sometimes he forgot himself. . . and in this case, he had almost forgot about the oncoming storm! When the unicorn mentioned the snowstorm nipping at their hooves, he glanced over his shoulder, and his mission came back to him in full! "Oh! Oh yes, yes Saha knows where to go." He glanced back at the unicorn and noticed his lack of wings. "We can't make it back to the herd lands, but follow Saha. . . he knows the way! We can take shelter from the storm, yep, yep, yep! Itll be easier to show you, so you don't get lost, or mis-step down the hills."
Sahaqiel hoped that the stranger would follow. A few rogue snowflakes were beginning to fall, and from the darkening of the skies, and the gusts of wind, he knew that blizzard was getting closer, and fast. The sooner they were sheltered, the better for them both.
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