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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:00 am
She shouldn't laugh at that but given the circumstances it was really quite impossible. She had long since gone beneath the surface to locate the particular mosses and had missed the majority of his charade but when she had come back up... Well, immediately a look of concern crossed her face when she heard the startled whiney. However as she waded through the waters back to his position (moss in mouth) it soon became apparent as to what had happened to him - needless to say she couldn't help but grin beneath the moss even though another part of her was chastising her for it. Really - sometimes it was better to laugh than pander to the whims of the surprised.
Setting the mosses down by her hooves she gave another giggle and shook her head. He looked utterly ridiculous, pawing at the crab and it's clamp-like grip. Apparently he had never had the opportunity to encounter one and as such didn't know any better. He wasn't terribly familiar with farming for seaweed either for the dirt upon his nose indicated he had probably stirred the rockpool about. It wasn't a soup and the plant and sea-life within there had probably wanted to remind him of that. Granted in Honey's opinion they could have chosen a much more delicate way to do such a thing but alas - crabs had always been a little cranky.
"O-oh dear," was all of the response she could mustre as she drew closer and lowered her head to inspect the crab. "It seems you made a friend," she teased and gently tapped at it's shell. It certainly appeared to be clinging to Azuell for dear life, intent of showing him the natural order of things. However, growing up on the coast Honey also knew that one of the key things to getting forgiveness was to relax and not to run away (as his shaking would infer). "Calm down and just ask him nicely to let go," she instructed gently and nudged the crab again.
"He is scared you will throw him too far away from his home and he will not be able to get back, that is probably why he holds on so tight," she explained patiently before returning to retrieve her mosses that she soon laid out nearby him. She would ask about the seaweed in due course but for the time being her immediate concern was to rescue her visitor from his unfortunate introduction to a disgruntled crab. She supposed it was only fitting that he would realise not all creatures were quite so welcoming but it was hardly the most appropriate of ways to do things.
...A part of her did suspect that she would probably have to retrieve the seaweed herself though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 6:26 pm
The stallion knew he looked foolish, standing there with water dripping down his muzzle and neck and a single crab pinched tight upon his nose. His ears pricked as Honey trotted over, and he couldn't help but offer the mare a rueful grin at the situation; he wasn't upset or angry, but he could feel an unusual embarrassment heat his nose and cheeks. Twas a good thing he was covered in fur lest the mare pinpoint such a feeling. "So it seems you harbor quite the affectionate sea life for neighbors," he assured, doing his best not to flick or nod his head despite the reaction to flail. "It's good I'm a just as amicable fellow."
Taking his gaze off from his lovely hostess, Azuell peered down his nose and assumed a partially cross-eyed position. "All right Sir Crab, perhaps you might forgive my original rude greeting and disengage from my nose? I promise not to disturb again," he hastily assured as he dipped his nose as close to the ground as possible.
The little crab gave a final pinch in warning but was quick to scuttle back to his pool as soon as his legs touched the sand. Azuell himself gave a little snort, shaking his head as if to dismiss his wounded pride. Oh well. Blue eyes focused back on the white and gold mare, sheepish smile firmly upon his face. "Let's try that again, shall we, but perhaps at a different pool."
Stepping aside from the first pool, the stallion chose another. Dipping his head in, Azuell decided to be more delicate while selecting the choice weed. Very gingerly, he snipped a few mouthfuls of the salt green plant and found himself hard pressed not to take a free sample. No, he was sharing a snack at the ocean with a lovely lady. . . . .
He'd mind his manners for now. "There . . . " He mumbled throughout his mouthful of seaweed. He was getting the hang of it, slowly but surely.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 12:52 pm
Azuell was certainly no foal and proved as much with his negotiations with the crab. She watched as it scuttled away from them, crawling and clambering it's way back to its rock pool. Eventually it would reach its home again and despite the disturbances that Azuell had caused the mare hoped that said rock pool would have settled enough for the crab to be comfortable again. She would be further impressed by Azuell's second attempt to recover the seaweed, there were those in the world who shied away from the possibility of such things after this type of encounter. She was more than happy to watch him and nodded approvingly as he lowered his head and this time retrieved the seaweed with much greater success. She could immediately see that he hadn't selected the best pieces but they would do and she couldn't expect a new visitor to understand how to find the best of the cuisine.
"Perfect," she murmured appreciatively and motioned towards another rock nearby her. She had already set the mosses out on the one beside it, the grassy balls splayed out from one side to the other. In a manner of speaking she had probably been lucky. He had been so distracted by the crab that he hadn't seen her squirrel like facade when she had resurfaced - cheeks puffed out and eyes round in surprise at his predicament. Ah but she had lost enough of her dignity as it was and as a consequence she had to be given some luck. It was a small slice of luck but she wouldn't complain...after all, she'd looked silly more than enough for one encounter and puffy cheeks wouldn't help matters.
"Just lay them out there to dry for a little while. The sea water can sometimes ruin the taste of the seaweed itself, so it's better to wait for it to settle," she explained. She tossed the blonde locks away from her eyes and stepped back from the rocks, swaying ever so slightly with each step. It was a balance thing of course and she quickly recovered her composure as she came to a halt again but some could have mistaken it for flirtation. It wasn't of course, but onlookers were rarely accurate regarding their take on encounters pertaining certain individuals. "Until they're try you can sample one of the mosses - trick is to graze over the tops of them first to get the first layer of tastes... then dine on the lower fuzz for the second tastes."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:57 am
Azuell said nothing, but did give a nod and grin as Honey directed him towards her rock. Part of him wondered if she understood just how difficult it was for him not to slurp up the seaweed and try a sampling. But, then again, the blue eyed stallion did posses self-control. Most of the time, at any rate. Though he often thought with his stomach, the laid back and relaxed male wasn't going to ruin this splendid afternoon with greed. No, no, he could share and he could most certainly wait.
It wasn't as if he were literally starving to death. Though he inherited his mothers petite body, the weight from never missing a meal, accompanied by muscle gained from sparring with his brother, father and grandfather through training made him a very solid stallion. He was strong and not one to be provoked, difficult a chore it might be.
It didn't take long for the stallion to settle the seaweed upon the rock. He eyed his handy-work speculatively before deciding that was about as good as it came. The weeds and mosses looked strangely different from what he was used to eating, but that didn't stop the stallions stomach from protesting its neglect. What wouldn't Azuell eat was the big question. . . .
"It looks delicious," he mused out loud, turning to glance at Honey and then very well wishing he hadn't. Strangely enough she looked delicious too. . . all water-disheveled and drying. Her fur curled in various places and she looked ridiculously pretty. Gahhhh~! What on earth was he thinking. He was a gentleman and constantly thinking how pretty a mare looked wasn't exactly right. They were still strangers. . .he needn't secretly gawk. Besides, it wasn't as if he'd never met a mare before. . . He'd met Numielle countless times, and had certainly run in to a various few that sometimes wandered in to the edges of the woods.
None of them had been so fetching. . . so what was it about this ocean-soquili?
Ugh.
Maybe he was hungry. Yeah, that probably was it. He was just thinking strangely because he hadn't eaten in what felt like ages. But here came the cure, oh yes! Thank the spirits she allowed him to sample the mosses. "Sounds like a most excellent idea, miss," he chuckled, turning his blue gaze back to the mosses at hand.
If his thoughts didn't start straightening out he'd have to retreat back to the woods and stat. But not before he got to sample some of the lovely hostesses salt-water treats.
Keeping Honey's suggestion in mind, the stallion was delicate with his first sample. He savored the flavor of the top-most layer of moss, and thoroughly satisfied, dug in to the lower fuzz. The strange tastes were foreign to his mostly mountaint-top diet, but something he enjoyed nonetheless. "It's different," he thoughtfully expressed, "A bit earthy, a bit salty but . . . strangely light in flavor. I like it!" Alas, it didn't take long for the first sample to be eaten completely. . . . "Would the lady care to join me for a taste?"
So he should've asked that first hand but at least he remembered now. He had eaten first because he was trying to make his brain right. . . So perhaps his rude behavior could be forgiven. "Forgive my belated request - I fear my stomach got the best of me." But all because of his wretched and most ungentlemanly brain~!
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 6:00 am
Azuell was a pervert! Oh if only his brother had been there to revel in his misery and 'panic'! The teasing would have reached virtually intolerable levels and Penance made have made it his sole purpose in life to make his brother turn beetroot. Alas it was not to be and the lack of the second twin ensured that Azuell's devastating secret was not unveiled to the ocean dwelling soquili. His honour and appearance as a gentleman would be preserved until the day in which he was reunited with his brother - then it would all go to pot of course... but at least Honey wouldn't be there, right?
To be honest there were probably many soquili in the world that thanked the gods that none had the ability to harbour the skills of telepathy. The misunderstandings, fights and embarassment that would be caused would probably turn a world of sociable, herd dwelling creatures into cranky and anti-social hermits. That being said, there were probably a few older soquili who would prefer such a change... Honey for one, knew that her father regarded the explosion of kids to be a bit troublesome. As embarassing as it might have been, Biscuit was notorious for calling the younger generations 'rabbits' because they slept with some many of the opposite gender and sired so many foals - none of which they opted to take responsibility of.
Ah...but that was Honey's greatest fear too.
Completely unaware of his admiration, she had probably shielded herself from the view of many stallion simply because of this rising epidemic. She was aware of her problems, her eccentricities and the prospect of raising children alone scared her. She didn't want to be 'loved and left', she wanted to be loved forever like a fairytale. It may not have worked out for her father (since her mother had left him) but she just couldn't be as loose as the younger mares. Didn't they have any self respect? To her, her body was a temple and she'd be damned if anyone defiled it before she was ready! Just as well really; because her father probably would have mauled any stallion that tried.
"Ahhh..." she chuckled softly and shook her head. Appreciative of his compliments towards her seafoods, she was content to watch. She wasn't a mare who ate a great deal, she'd had her breakfast and had no need for further food until later. He was more than welcome to devour it all as he saw fit. "No, I'm perfectly alright - feel free to eat it all. You're my visitor after all," she pointed out with a sage nod. Her smile deepened and she slowly lowered herself to the ground to stop herself from swaying. Hind legs splayed out lazily to one side she was much more comfortable on the sand than she was at any set height. "It's a good sign when a stallion takes pleasure in his food, it means you're healthy." She continued with another nod and chuckled.
What was it that the old mares used to say - a key to a stallion's heart was through his stomach?
...Maybe she'd gotten that one down pat without even realising it!
Poor Azuell.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:01 pm
Thankfully for Honey, Azuell really was a gentlemanly sort. His thoughts were rather atypical for the stallion, and they continued to cause him much grief and anxiety. He wasn't like his brother and why should he only now take notice in mares. . . ? Was it just the way she walked or was it the way she spoke? She was a complete stranger to the stallion, so why was he turning in to a fool?
Ugh. No need to worry. Perhaps it was just hunger. . . new surroundings. . . She was merely a friendly mare with a fine taste in cuisine. And long, swooshing hair. Lots of it. But enough about details, he could spare those to reflect upon later. Except, no, no he wouldn't because that wasn't the right thing to do . . . .
No wonder stallions had such a poor reputation when it came to the ladies! Though for Azuell, such thoughts and wandering territory were a new thing. And heaven forbid Penance ever catch wind or word of such a discovery!
"If such is the case, miss, than I'll never have a sick day all my life." The stallion enjoyed the rest of the mosses, blue eyes bright with delight as he enjoyed the treats. Perhaps there was good reason his father thoroughly enjoyed the delectable snacks; they were salty and of different flavor than typical greens found in the hills and mountains. They were quite enjoyable! "But if the lady is sure she won't partake. . . than forgive my gluttony. Waste not, want not. . . " And with one last look at Honeycomb, in case she did change her mind, the stallion happily feasted upon the seaweed itself, making short work of the dish.
Perhaps he could talk his brother in to returning with him at a future date. Though winter was fast approaching, Azuell was quite certain he could scrounge up some sort of edibles here. There was a great chill in the air, and the roaring waters spoke of future fierceness. A shame for the stallion he hadn't met up with Honey and her waters earlier in the season.
Finishing the last of the treats, Azuell gave a flick of his tail and offered the pale mare a smile. "Well you certainly know how to spoil a stallion. . . I fear you may have given me more than ample to return to the sea. Not just because of your sweet hospitality, but the fine samples of food as well." Poor Honey. . . she truly might have to get accustomed to the stallions presence near her beach.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:31 pm
She wouldn't cast a look of disgust at the prospect, in fact she would look forward to the company. The coast wasn't the most common place in the world to find another soquili and to think that one would pay more regular visits would have been nice. Admittedly her father did visit now and again but his travels were so extensive that he was sporadic - to have someone to talk to, to discuss every day things with would be nice. Adventurous stories were a lot of fun but they could take months to arrive, mundane topics may be a little predictable but it would bring a level of normality and a constant to her life that wasn't solely down to nature. Ah, if she had known he was firm in his decision to come back she would have been delighted!
Alas with the shifting seasons and the ever increasing intensity of the waves upon the shore it probably wouldn't be a good meeting point for a few months to come. The more violent weather would be arriving soon, ripping up the seaweed and tearing apart the sand for a series of months until spring came. She would have to move herself soon, shuffle off to more comfortable climates until winter had passed. She would of course be in the same spot as always, drifting towards the lakes and never far from some expanse of water but she sincerely doubt he could read her mind or was aware of her migration back and forth.
...It would be lucky if she saw him again.
"You would be more than welcome," she replied with a soft smile though her brow did furrow slightly as she was reminded of the seasonal shift. "Although I would advise that you avoid it for a few months - in the Winter season it becomes very dangerous and difficult to live within. Acquiring seaweed and other such foods in such weather is more life threatening than thrilling," she warned. To some this may have appeared to be a challenge but she was sincere in her concern - the gods knew how distraught she would be if she discovered he'd gone swimming in winter and had been lost at sea...It was unforgiving territory and she knew that only Kelpi and Mersoquili possessed the ability to survive within such brutal waters.
"High time is always in Spring and Summer," she added with a sage nod. "That's when the food tastes best and the weather is safe!"
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