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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:37 pm
His surprise wasn't something she understood, she could only assume it was because her assumption had been wrong. She had yet to understand that there were those who weren't often subject to contact or affection, nor had she grasped the concept of personal space. She had been brought up with such innocence that many of her uncles might very well slam their head against a trunk in exasperation. It was just as well that the spirits and an extreme level of luck remained on her side when all was said and done, otherwise she probably would have ended up in a ditch at a very young age. Still, everyone had a purpose in the world and until hers was done it was unlikely that she would be meeting her demise any time soon...although it was unlikely her purpose was to stun unsuspecting males.
"Well yes, forest nymphs look like tress and whatnot," she explained patiently. She lowered her wing again, curling it snuggly against her side and permitting herself another soft smile. "My grandmother told me that they look like plants and they're really playful - some even like to play games or meddle," she shook her head and clucked her tongue. Meddling was something that many didn't approve of but she could see advantages in it - a damsel in distress saved by her knight from the clutches of some evil vines. Ooooh, how romantic.
However, she digressed.
"That must have been a very interesting task," her attention fluttered back onto the appropriate topic and she tilted her head to the side. Now that he had covered from his initial surprise at...whatever he had been surprised at, he was talking again. Slowly but surely he was touching upon his past and while it didn't fully explain why he'd fallen into a deep slumber, she was becoming more and more intrigued by his story. It was rare that she met anyone with a duty or task - perhaps he was another hero of some sort!
"I mean to turn you into a tree, why ever would they do that..." she drifted into her own thoughts for a brief instance before shaking her head, her ears flapping a little against one another. "What type of task?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:02 pm
Shaking his head, Tasnim wondered what sort of family life this young mare had been raised in, to produce such a precociously innocent being. Never having seen a forest nymph, himself, he couldn't be sure as to how deserving (or undeserving) that guess had been.
Interesting? That was one word for it, he supposed. Not overly bothered by, or ashamed of his past, Tasnim shrugged. "I was a guardian, and my task...was to test the resolve, and very nature at times, of those who crossed my path." It was vague, but to describe himself as being the bearer of sin, and of temptation itself, seemed a bit melodramatic, particularly given that the garden seemed to no longer exist.
"And I don't think I was really turned into a tree--I don't remember ever being anything but..." He eyed her curiously, admitting to himself that he was interested in seeing how she'd respond.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:02 pm
Oooooh! By the sounds of it he really was a creature from some fairytale. A soquili sworn to the task of testing those he encountered... How he tested them remained to be seen but her eyes had become round as saucers at the very idea. To think that he was a character from a story, one of adventure with tasks and challenges at every corner. Oho it was terribly exciting and the mare couldn't help but fidget just a little in anticipation at her own thoughts and imagination. Suffice to say he had divulged very little of his past to her but the tidbits had been enough to send her mind racing. No one could ever deny she had an overactive imagination!
"Well, what type of tasks?" she at last broke away from her thoughts and crept a little closer, tilting her head to the side. There were so many things he could do to challenge a soquili's resolve that he was bound to have some tales to regale her with. "Did you use riddles, trivia or labyrinths?" she continued, ever determined to solve the mystery or perhaps to place more colour into the tale forming in her own imagination.
"But...does that mean you always had plants growing on you...?" she added after a few moments of thought. She wouldn't say it (because it was rude) but he must have been a very interesting baby. Puchi had never encountered an Angeni before and as a consequence the concept of being created in a single, grown form had never really been something she had encountered...
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