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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 8:00 pm
 Shy, innocent eyes moved over the land, she wasn't used to being here, everything was so different than the place she'd once been. The young mare had been wandering around almost aimlessly. She hadn't seen another soul since her mistaken arrival, with a soft sigh she continued forward. Her long gown danced in the breeze around her hooves, her almost child like innocent eyes moved over the towering trees and over the mass amount of flowers that didn't seem to far from her.
Her hat was cocked to the side, as her long curled mane fell over the side of her face, the faint hues of lavender tucked away in the dark ebony waves that flowed down to her hooves, laced sleeves covered her front legs as a tight and light weight laced choker necklace hung around her throat, she'd worn black for as long as she could remember now, which oddly enough wasn't very much anymore.
She'd sported a nasty bump from her arrival, but now weeks later it was a barely noticeable ache, with a faint sigh. She made her way towards the flowers, with a soft smile she lowered her muzzle and took a smell. Such a refreshing smell, newly bloomed blossoms with the heavy scent of rain in the air, she enjoyed a good rain. She giggled to herself, it too was the most innocents of sounds.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 8:39 pm
The day was beginning to seem just as normal as yesterday, Twilight wasn't exactly a busy stallion with an agenda. His days were usually spend admiring this or that, perhaps getting a bit more aquainted with his surroundings and exploring. Since his journey to the mountians and beyond as a colt, the energetic youth had grown into a fine adult if he dare say himself. No longer was he at risk for his favorite pass times, saving those from (not so periless, so far) danger. His father had always been so concerned that he'd get hurt, yet even if his body became injured, Twilight would limp to help another.
It was just the way he was.
Currently, a butterfly sat on his snout as his pace was slow - the poor thing had been sitting out on the trail where it could have been stomped on. Probably had been hindered from the rainfall erlier that morning and couldn't fly away just yet. Oddly it reminded him of the caterpillar...too bad they wern't one in the same after all this time.
Breaking out of the forest shadows, his eyes squinted slightly as he came upon the well known flower patch....the area usually got quite a bit of rain and thus was often graces with patches of flowers here and there. Yet something quickly caught his eye....a blotch of black, which turned out to be a soquili. Yet what was all that on her? Specifically....
what was that thing on her head?
Slowly strolling up to the flowers she currently was admiring, he caught her enchanting giggle...it reminded him of a fillies laughter. So light and innocent. Reminding himself of the task at hand, he dipped his head slowly to press against one of the flowers to let the butterfly crawl onto the petals before lifting his head and glancing to the mare....trying hard not to stare at the hat; which to his dismay had feathers sticking out of the band! Why were things so interesting that they threatened to hinder his politeness?
"Greetings...Miss."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 2:15 pm
The movement of another almost looming over her, caused her to lift her head and stare at him openly, he had a butterfly on his nose. How kind, she thought with a blink of her lashes, she smiled at him before she took a step back, allowing him more room to which he could place the butterfly onto a blossom. She lowered her muzzle down, so that she could take a better look at the creature, her eyes were then drawn to the stallion of which she noticed was indeed very close.
A faint blush tinted her cheeks, he was the first of any kind she'd seen since she'd arrived here. Lifting her head, she noticed that he was gazing upon her hat quite intently, she wondered how odd looking she was compared to others, he was...well. Naked. And here she stood fully clothed in her gown, and petite coats.
"Salutations Sir." She bowed her head in respect, giving a slight curtsy/bow to him.
Her eyes moved to his hair, it was so long and soft looking. She couldn't help but to continue and stare, she just wanted to touch it almost, her eyes widened slightly as she quickly looked away, oh how rude she'd grown coming here.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lady Amarantha Cromwell.." She bowed once more, her wings shifted at her sides, they were a dusky lavender with an ebony lace pattern that matched the collar the fanned out behind her head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 3:08 pm
Catching sight of her stare, an almost simultanious blush streaked across his cheeks; luckily for him his ebony fur made it nearly impossible to detect. Taking his own step back to give them both a little distance so the fire across his cheeks could die down, his brows lifted slightly as she bowed to him.
So very ladylike....I almost feel guilty...
Twilight wasn't sure why he felt like such a...peasant around this clothed mare, yet he did quite enjoy a kind face. Dipping his head down as his torso followed suit, his long unmanagable locks fell about his face before he rose. Tossing his head back to rid his sight of hair, he offered a pleasant smile. She certianly was a sight to behold, if not her rather strange human looking garbs, then for her quite breathtaking set of wings. He'd never seen a soquili with them before, as a whole new set of curiosities bombarded his mind.
"My name is Twilight....not as fancy mind you...but Its a pleasure to meet you...Miss......"
Oh dear....what should he even call her? A sheepish look overcame his features, as he couldn't help but chuckle. At least with his simplistic name it was easy to figure out some sort of nickname, or at least to say it fully.
"How about I just inquire as to what I should I adress you as?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 1:14 pm
She could only smile at him, his simple ways, were endearing. So very freshing from what she was used to. London was so very different from these lands, she was still a bit baffled of how she'd gotten here in the first place.
"You may call me Amarantha if you wish Sir Twilight." She smiled sweetly.
She watched as he moved away, it was slightly disappointing but so very respectful at the same time. Though, the necklace he wore, was so...different that she wanted to inspect it further. Who had made it? How had he gotten it? Why didnt he have wings? She glanced to her own, why had she been made a freak?
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:27 pm
"Amarantha.....Thats a lovely name." Unique too, then again, Twilight was pretty sure that she was the most unique Soquili he'd met to date! He secretly wondered to what kind of places she'd gone to in order to receive such strange garbs and acessories. He knew his own parents had necklaces like he, so it was easy to assume they had given him one just like it.
Taking a small glance to check on the welfare of the butterfly, Twilight was pleasantly suprised when the small insect fluttered off the flower and past their noses; into the forest where it belonged. "Looks like another job well done." He mused softly, before realizing he was talking to himself. "Ah - well, you know.....its much too fragile to be sitting in harms way on the path where I found it....." Ahhhh, there was no excuses. He'd simply wanted to help out anyone he could.
"So....Amarantha....where do you come from? I mean not to be rude but you don't exactly look like the others from here, what with such a wonderful look and fascinating attire!" It was true, most of the soquili he'd seen around here only had saddles from the two leggers, nothing like dressing like one! What kind of place would go through such troubles to be prim and proper?
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:38 pm
"Thank you, my father named me." She smiled softly at that memory, one of few she held true and close to her. She watched the native stallion, as he chatted with himself, she smiled with a faint small laugh.
"Ah, a white knight...how noble." She smiled one more, shifted her wings, they could feel so heavy sometimes, and others she forgot she had em.
" I am from England my dear sir. Though, my summer pasture in Scotland is where my heart lies." She tossed her mane ever so lightly. " Thank you, I was my masters prized show mare.." She held her head up proudly, though even being famous there, had not saved her from being stolen, and placed upon the wrong ship when returning..
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 2:06 pm
"Then what a wise stallion he was.." He grinned, tilting his head to the side in a bit of an aloof mannor. It never ceased to amaze him how pretty that mare's smiles could be; it must have been something to do with such calm demeanors. However, he paused a bit when she mentioned a white knight. The term was partially familliar, yet one thing tugged his simple mind.
"I think you're mistaken Amarantha, Other than my hair....i'm not very white." He smiled genuinely, not really understanding that the white night was a term of good, rather than the actually colour. Yet the thought was soon deminished when she spoke of this england, a far off place? Ears perking up in a bit of a curious excitement, he figured these places were must unlike the mountians and deserts to which he'd journied too.
"England? Scotland? Showmare?" Well, unless one was blind they'd easily be able to pick up on the clothed mare before him; no need to show really. "Are these places far? What do they look like?" Of course, Twilight had never been off the continent, or even in the regions past the desert. He'd been too tired by the time he reached there and felt the drawing need to return to his birthlands. If she was all the way over here, well, why didn't she just go back, and furthermore; why did she come all the way over here in the first place if spoke so fondly about her home.
"Say....why are you even here in the first place? You sound like your master would never give you up?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 3:57 am
"My father was deffinately something special. I miss him very much.." Her voice softened further, she missed him. He'd died when she was naught but a filly, shortly after her mother had her sent away to school. She sighed softly, almost sadly.
She lifted her gaze to him, and couldnt help but laugh. "It has nothing to do with color dear friend. More of how pure of heart you are.." She smiled.
"Im from the other land, to me this is a new land. Though to those who are native here, its older than time.." She hoped that she was explaining this right. " To me England and Scotland are my home lands.. England is a bit stuffy, homes every where, barely any green land unless your out in the country. Scotland though, is beautiful in its rolling hills and different shades of green and splashes of color from the flowers." She got a wistful smile as she thought of her home.
"I dont think Im really supposed to be here. And it doesnt matter, my life there is done. Im tired of being someones pet, of being shipped from here, to there...being in a box on a boat is really no place for me."
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