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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 11:42 pm
Depending on how one looked at the situation, Amary either had a great gift or a great disability; she couldn't 'read' people. Consequently, Requiem's annoyance at her actions flew right over her head, failing to register amidst the excitement and action of this meeting. Granted, at first glance it might not seem like there was much going on besides talking, but for a filly who had only met one non-related Soquili thus far, this was a major adrenaline rush. Only words and tone made it through the haze of excitement to register with the mind beyond, and even those had an issue with permanence.
"Well, that's too bad, cause they look NEAT. It's like you're a big, Soquili sized bird, all set to fly away! I'd love to see your mama, if she has them too. My mama is purple with a couple markings, but mostly just purple. Leon's like her, mostly purple, but I look more like Papa. And you think so?"
Even though she disagreed with the sentiments, Amary was vain enough that she loved the mere fact she was complimented. As the colt spoke, she crossed her eyes to look at the black marking on her muzzle, the only thing that she felt TRULY counted as anything ON her. It was ok, but nothing at all on par with Requiem's looks. "I don't, not really. It's just a little black mask; you've got LOTS of marks on you!"
The 'slow down' had also failed to make an impact with Amary; as was often the case with chatterboxes, she had no idea that she talked as much (or as fast) as she did. And even if she did, it was all for the valuable purpose of imparting information! There couldn't be anything wrong with that, and furthermore if SHE could think that fast, then EVERYONE should be able to think that fast!
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 9:35 am
Unfortunately for Requiem, her could not for the life of him keep up with her swift way of spilling out words. Flattening his ears, he attempted to piece together the information he received from words that stood out in her sentences. It seemed to be working just fine until he heard something a long the lines of "you're a big bird".
Big bird?! Did she mean in terms of intelligence or looks or or..."What?!" He flicked his ears forward and stared at Amary, baffled. "What do you mean I'm a 'big bird'? I am not!" A tiny hoof stamp is followed with his indignation. Sure, he might have the appearance of bird-like qualities, but he wouldn't ever call himself, or his parents, 'a big bird'.
"I don't see why it matters that if someone has markings or somebody else doesn't. They're just...markings. Whatever!" Spoken like a true hypocrite. As he had stated before, he wasn't a big fan of the way he appeared visually, and probably won't anytime soon, no matter how many times he's complimented by strange and familiar faces alike.
Brannon, at this point, continues to watch the colt become more and more flustered. He could try and intervene...but it's much more interesting to see how the colt is capable of taking care of himself. After all, Req had constantly whined to the stallion over his freedom and how he could handle himself if he needed to because he was old enough to. Well, this was a way to see if he was correct or not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:28 am
Oblivious to Req's issues with processing her words, Amary was consequently more than a little startled by his blurted comments. "what do you mean, Req? I never said you WERE a big bird; you don't have claws or a beak or NOTHING that birds have to have, so how COULD you be? That's just silly."
Which had to mean that he was pulling her leg, huffy as he was. He REALLY got into his jokes, didn't he? She was both delighted and amazed that he could be so very intense, and was about to say so when a flash of red up in the sky caught her eye. "Ohmygosh, PAPA!"
With that exclamation, the filly was bouncing down the beach, never once pausing to think of how rude that must be or how strange to Brannon and Requiem. But then, Papa was back, and that was a good thing!
As he gracefully circled in to a landing, Guilian couldn't help but chuckle at the exhuberance of his daughter down below. She was such a little darling, so full of energy...and so social, if the two Soquilis she'd left were any indication. That was his girl for you, always trying to keep things lively!
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:47 pm
"Why would I be joking over something so stupid as you calling me a bird!?" He retorted, muzzle wrinkled even more in annoyance. Boy, would he like to say a word or two to her! Not only does she need to slow wwwaaayy waayy down when she talks, but she needs to be a little more sensitive when it came to calling others names! Of course, he wasn't about to admit [to himself] that he needs to take his own advice on a much higher level. The assumption is, if he's calling anybody any kind of name, they obviously deserved it. Mm-hm.
In fact, he was about to tell her exactly just what he thought of her until she squealed delightedly at her papa, and was bouncing along like a rubber ball down the sandy shore towards a red speck in the sky. The colt was left staring at what could have been imaginary "speed clouds".
Brannon had to hold his laughter in so as not to sound rude or promote the insensitive behavior to his charge.
Req eyed the red speck grow bigger as Guilian went in for the landing, awed. It never bored him to watch other soquili fly. Brannon, his attention now towards the cardinal, whickers a greeting to him. "Hello there!" Aah, finally, someone his age for once.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 12:09 pm
Almost the split second Guilian was close enough, Amary had leapt up and tackled him. Even though it wasn't really that long since he'd left her, in HER mind every nereunion was worth complete and total celebration. "Welcome back, Papa! See, I was good and I didn't get pulled out to sea and I even MET people, Papa!" So much productivity, she almost couldn't stand it!
Laughing, Guilian allowed himself to be tackled and gave his daughter an affectionate snuggle, glad to see that nothing terrible had happened to her in the interim. Not that he'd expected such to happen, but one could never be certain. "Well, it seems that you have been having an exciting time indeed, my little Amarantine; the question is, has it been a good exciting time, or a bad one? And does that go for your companions as well?"
Giving his daughter one last grin, Guilian lifted his head to return the whicker to the other stallion, pleased at the others' manners. To a stallion as bound up in form as Guilian, such a gesture could only be a positive thing. "Hello there to you as well, Friend, and my thanks for your kindness towards my daughter." As he spoke, Guilian cantered down the beach to the other Soqs, Amary bouncing along in his wake until all four were within a comfortable distance. Then, satisfied with his placement, Guilian swept both Brannon a Req an elegant bow. "I only hope that you can still think straight after listening to her!"
Straightening up, Guilian gave Amary a wink, a wink that the filly repaid by sticking her tongue out; but then, Amary was aware of her father's opinions regarding her speech and HE in turn knew HER opinions on HIS opinions. All was moot. "I am Guilian, by the way; and who might you two be?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 2:41 pm
Brannon's muzzle broke into a wide grin at the bright red stallion; he can easily see where the young filly gets all her energy from! He chuckled at their teasing, glad to see a family that gets along so well and so comfortably. He watched his florid entrance and introduction, bowing his head in return. "Pleasant to meet you, Guilian, I am Brannon. Your daughter has been nothing but a delight for our company, even with her...exciting vocabulary." My, what a trait to possess.
Requiem stayed silent throughout the exchange. He could be rude and exclaim that his daughter was just plain whacko and that her speaking was just the tip of the iceberg, but...
The colt looked up longingly at the feathered limbs protruding from Guilian's back. Sometimes he felt a twinge of jealousy at his sister. How come SHE had real feathers and his were only 'painted'? He wouldn't ever complain about it outloud, as that would show weakness, and he didn't want others to see him in that way. Instead, he gazes at other wings, real wings, so he could take them and use them in his dreams.
If Req spoke badly about his daughter, he might not show him the massive expanse that he's sure to have! Instead, he takes a couple of steps towards the stallion and introduced himself. "Ullo...'m Requiem!"
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