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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 8:43 am
 Glancing around the clearing, Chitsa was having a rather bland day, but other than that, she was doing well. She watched as a new winter blanketed the soquili area. It was really... nice. She couldn't wait until it started snowing, now that... would be amazing.
Fluttering her wings slightly, the mare wondered if she was going to meet anybody new today. It would be interesting.... or so she hoped. Unfortunately, this would be one of those perfect days to fly, but... she couldn't fly. Now that was unfortunate. Maybe someday... her wings would take her up high to where nothing mattered anymore.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 8:55 am
 The clouds were separating. Do they want to be with others? Are they tired of their routines? Because she was quite bored.
A foals life, as they said, was the happiest time of a Soquili's life. They were carefree, blissfully ignorant and overall without barely a drop of will. This life was not one she was happy about. She wished of being a mare soon. Oh how she dreamt of the day her wings could grow and she could leave. Leave the pressure around her. Relinquish the chains of obscene hypocrisy.
But 'o was that dream far too reach. As far as the clouds for Yonit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:07 am
It wasn't too long ago when Chitsa herself was a little foal. She remembered wishing that she could grow up and be tall and strong like some of the other soquili she had met. But unfortunately, that didn't... quite work out as planned. She grew, but didn't grow that much, just enough to make her look older.
Wandering about, Chitsa's mind began to wander on Roka and her family. A lot of things had to be done... and she hoped that they would go accordingly to planned, but knowing her, that was going to be far from the truth.
Raising a brow, Chitsa noticed a foal in the distance. She began to walk towards it cautious. Stopping behind a tree, she observed the small foal curiously.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:12 am
Yonit yawned a bit, and plopped her small body onto the grassy ground. It would soon snow. She had never seen snow, but has heard of it through adults and their wisdom. The snow was as white as the clouds and has chilling as the spring time water. It had the power to cause joy, but at the same time form depression. For a thing to have such power that it could balance good and evil it was quite a marvel.
Her peripheral vision wandered around the small sides of her eyes, only to notice a blue tint of wings floating behind a nearby tree. She was being watched. But she made no sudden movements. A moment of thought was the only thing that couldn't be held back from the sky. Traces of thoughts she never wanted to forget.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:17 am
What a cute little foal! Moving out into the open, Chitsa approached the small foal with a sweet smile on her face. She wasn't exactly one for lurking or being secretive. "Hello there!" The mare had... a somewhat exuberant tone to her voice that almost seemed welcoming. She wondered if the foal was approachable or not. She had met one too many soquili that were not wanting to talk to her or anybody else for a matter of fact.
She continued to walk towards the foal, observing her movements silently. Even if she was only a foal, sometimes they were even more wise or dangerous then fully grown soquili.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:24 am
Yonit turned her head to the source of the delighted voice. It was the butterfly mare that she saw lurking behind the trees. Plastering on a small smile Yonit nodded and started to speak. "Of which those butterflies, of Earth, who seek the skies, and so come down again, have brought a specimen upon their quivering wings."
Perhaps this butterfly had a symbolic meaning to her. She did not know the meaning, but perhaps she could soon enough find it. But for now she stood silent after her words. Wait to see how the one who is elder to her replies. Will she be scorned for saying such words? May she be looked down upon for trivial means? Adults they were always so weird.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:59 am
What an interesting reply. Chitsa wasn't quite sure what to say, but she continued to smile as she came closer to the foal. She wasn't much taller then the foal, but she wasn't so surprised by her size anymore. "That's quite a comment. Poetry, is that?" This particular mare wasn't as... mature as any other soquili, but she did have a mature side to her.
Her wings waved back and forth rhythmically as if dancing along with nature's natural noises. She said nothing more wondering what the little mare was thinking.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 10:32 am
The foal girl made a small hum sound. This butterfly mare seemed to be unaware of her words. But why ask questions? Maybe the mare wanted to be blissfully ignorant of her words? So Yonit allowed her, and asked no further questions.
"Yes, indeed," Yonit pleasantly said, blinking a bit in mysteriousness and confusion. This mare was much stranger than the others. Though judgment was not one of Yonit's virtues. She would rather watch and listen. Open her ears to the world around her. So that one day she too can become like the simple daisy, that swayed with the wind. Or the leaves in the trees which fell off their homes and let new leaves grow in their place. A circle of listening, hearing, speaking and finally withering.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:27 am
Yes, Chitsa was quite unaware of most things, and she was aware of that. But she didn't care, as long as she had her love, family, and friends, she was content. Chitsa still had a wide grin on her face for some odd reason. Even she wasn't sure of that reason... yet.
"So tell me, what brings you out here?" Chitsa didn't have to look up or down at this foal, so that was a nice change. Lately, she had seen a large influx of new foals. It was odd to see all of these pint-size foals when she was used to the towering males and much taller females, but it was a nice change.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:34 am
Yonit made a light sigh. "The flowers beckoned me to come. Their coldness wavered too long. I came here to sit on the grazing fields, see all the plumps of happiness in the sky," she said, finishing off with a smile.
She didn't expect the older to understand, but she did not have a right to tell her to understand. In time all must be revealed. But for now she would hush her mouth, zip it to a shut. Don't let any raw information to sputter out.
((-such a lame rhymer-))
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