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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:02 am
Maurice snorted and shook his head, trying not to be too amused by Skittles having to explain naming foals to Niz. If you’d never had your own and never known anyone who had them, he supposed you might assume they came pre-named. “He’s... he’s very... he’s...” an idiot “a bit irresponsible. He also has lots of bright ideas, that really aren’t very bright at all. Still; only thing ‘e does better than get into trouble is get out of it. He’s off explorin’ the world right now with a Jala friend of ‘is,” that’d he’d met less than half a sun before deciding to leave home but there you had it. That was just Spyke, wasn’t it? If it seemed like a good idea at the time, run with it until you fall off a cliff.
“As f’ why I called ‘im Spyke... Well the first thing ‘e did was get up and poke me with ‘is horn, so as I was a bit dazed by everythin’ that was goin’ on, I called ‘im Spyke. Still, ‘e seem t’ think it’s a good name so it worked out okay there.” What sort of name might Niz come up with for a foal? Probably something just about as daft as Spyke. He could only hope her foal took to whatever it got called as well as his son had.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:14 am
Well, every nequus she met already had a name, as did she, so why wouldn't newborn foals come with names? It seemed like a good assumption, but she just needed to learn more, she supposed. Oh well. At least she could pick out a name for it, a really good one! But thinking about it made her head hurt, so she leaned down to take another bite out of an elppa and chewed it slowly, listening to Maurice's explanation of his son.
"He sounds like he was a bundle of fun to raise," the rit snickered, thinking of a foal running around trying to do all sorts of things. Probably jump off a cliff to fly, or try to tip over a grumpy Aeri or something silly like that. At least it sounded like he had more common sense than a certain someone he knew with elppa juice on her muzzle.
"Aww, he sounds so cute!" And fully grown, too. Foals grew up fast. "When did you have him?" If she knew that, she might be able to figure out when her foal would be an adult, whenever it hatched. She really had no idea otherwise, really.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:48 am
The muscled Ichsa blinked. “Err... A while ago?” That was a detail he really ought to know, but somehow he’d rather lost track of time. “Wasn’t long after I last saw you that ‘is tree started to grow though.” He wasn’t sure how long ago that had been either, but it didn’t feel like very long to him... And yet so much had happened. Had it really been a very long time? No, it couldn’t have been very long. A while, yes, but not all that long in the great scheme of things.
“He was quite... interesting to take care of,” Maurice said to Skittles with a grin, giving up on the time issue for now. “I got plenty of exercise runnin’ around after ‘im, an’ learned a whole load of new ways people can get themselves stuck places, or lost, or new wyas to almost get y’self killed but manage to land at the end nnice an’ neatly as if nothing’d happened at all.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:21 pm
Well, that was certainly... specific. When had she seen Maurice last? It couldn't have been that long ago, could it? It didn't seem like it, and she couldn't remember the exact season, either. Oh well, it didn't matter much anyway; the foal would grow when it grew and no faster. That was alright, she'd still play with it and everything, it would be so much fun! She couldn't wait for it to hatch.
She couldn't help but giggle. "Sounds like you had fun chasing after him," she said with a grin, before leaning down to finish the elppa. She'd almost forgotten how hungry she was, but the grumbling of her stomach managed to remind her.
Skittles just laughed, unable to help himself. "Wow, that sounds.." like a pain in the a**? "Like you had tons of fun." Oh dear, if Maurice's was that bad, would Niz's be worse? He certainly hoped not, he could barely keep up with one Niz, the world didn't need two of them. Oh well, he'd try to ensure the foal grew up with at least a bit of common sense, unlike the creme mare. Well, at least she wasn't as daft as she was when he'd met her, poor thing. Sometimes he wondered how she'd survived so long by herself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:30 pm
Maurice chuckled softly and smiled down at Skittles. “It was tons of fun,” he assured the tom. “It was ‘ard work a lot of the time, but I never regretted havin’ the little twit for a moment...” As his gaze wandered back over to Niz, the blue stallion frowned thoughtfully. “Looks like I should go get y’ some more to eat,” he said with a nod. This decided, he bent down to tip out the remaining fruit onto the ground and picked the basket up in his teeth. Hopefully he’d be able to persuade the two leggers to give him a larger basket than this one, but having it with him should get the initial message across faster.
“ ‘elll ‘en,” Maurice said indistinctly, “I’ll ‘e ‘ack as ‘oon as I ‘an. ‘ake ‘are ‘oth ‘o ‘ou.” Giving the pair a nod, he turned around and took off at a brisk trot for Ryuten. He really couldn’t wait for spring. He missed Spyke.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 1:46 pm
Well, Maurice hadn't regretted it, and he doubted that the feeling would ever cross Niz either. Not that she really knew what regret was, but still, the thought was nice. She'd hopefully get a better grasp of the world in the process, and play with it as if she were a foal as well. That was always a nice thought. "Thanks, Maurice! We'll wait right here," he said jokingly, and turned to Niz before pointing at the fruit that had tipped out of the basket. "Eat. But not too fast," he added quickly as she made to chow down on as much as she could, knowing she'd do just that, "or you'll make yourself sick. That'd be awful for you and the foal."
She nodded slowly, taking a bite out of an elppa and thought on Maurice's parting words. He really was very kind, and she was glad to have a friend like him. But... "What did he say before he left?"
Skittles, thankfully, had mastered the art of understanding those talking through basket handles. Now he knew how expecting fathers felt. "Take care and he'll be back soon," he translated, eliciting an 'oh!' and a nod from the mare before she dug back in. It made him feel much better to stay with her to make sure nothing happened, and knowing that she'd still get food. It was a huge relief not to get it for her now, plus Maurice could carry more. He was still infinitely grateful to the blue stallion.
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