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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 2:00 pm
Laures shook his head, breaking the reverie he'd fallen into. While they weren't his favorite of the natural wonders, they still inspired awe and respect. He jolted remembering that his new friend was blind, and would probably not be able to appreciate his descriptions as they were based on a sense that she was without. He felt guilty, somewhat. And determined to remember her slight handicap so he wouldn't offend or upset her again.
This particular field was one of his favorites, near to the forest he had felt as close to a home as he could get, and also near a stream,that in spring when swollen with snowmelt formed some rapids and a mini waterfall. Perhaps she might enjoy that?
" You're in luck,then, miss Cela. Not too far from here, there's a lovely little stream that has a small waterfall. Perhaps you might like to journey there?"
He heard her question about snow and thought deeply trying to think of a way to word it so Celadine might be able to understand.
"It is cold, very cold. And like the pure water of a spring almost tasteless but at the same time sweet. It starts out slightly sticky-wet and as it melts, turns into water. That's when it is just fallen from the sky and not yet tainted by the travel of others. When it isn't newly fallen, it tastes like those who have been there and passed on by."
He fluttered his wings and dragged them over one of her sides, subtly trying to lead her to the forest if it was her wish to go.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 11:11 am
Not at all disturbed by the brush of wing against her side, Celandine turned toward the touch, ears perched high and attentive atop her head. It might just be a little one, but still, Laures was going to lead her to a waterfall! Imagine, if it was small enough, she might be able to drink from it. Surely fresh water tumbling down a fall tasted sweeter than water that had been sitting still in a pool for months on end!
At his description of the snow, she listened carefully and politely through its entirely, though she couldn't help but laugh at the end. She'd nibbled on the shoulders and sides of those she knew well, but she couldn't imagine anything would taste very good after having hooves and hair drug through it time and again.
"That all sounds very lovely, except the part about secondhand snow." Flexing her wings lightly next to her, as she disliked having them too close to her body for extended periods of time, she added, "I'd like to taste fresh snow one day. It sounds yummy."
Laures was evidently closer than she'd thought, because the tips of her wings feathered over his side, as his had done to her. "Oops! Sorry. Didn't realize you were so close."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:44 pm
It seemed almost a shame to the stallion that the mare who sounded so curious about the snow had arrived when she had. At the beginning of spring when the snow wasn't too long gone. Not that he was overly fond of winter itself, the cold and many potentials for ruining his wings, but for the beauty that it emparted. Then he shook his mane. She had only just arrived. There would be more winters and more opportunities for her to get to experience all that she could desire. And for now, he was more than capable of at least granting one of her wishes.
Reaching the edge of the meadow and the beginning of the forest, Laures wondered how he would be able to guide the angeni along the winding, twisting paths that weren't often wide enough for two to walk side by side. He enjoyed talking with the mare, her almost child-like enthusiasm refreshing compared to most he encountered, those who were immune it seemed to the beauties around and the joys of travelling and rediscovering the wonders around.
The brush of feathers along his sensitive wings shocked him enough to cause him to jump a little into the air. Not many were allowed near his wings so the contact was surprising to say the least. Normally that would send him into fits, as it would have been done purposely by those with all their senses. And the mare sounded rather contrite, and he really couldn't fault her.
"It's alright. Just warn a guy next time, yah? Anyways, we're near the forest, and the trails get a might close. Perhaps, I should transform and guide you like that. Or would you prefer some other way?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:32 pm
She'd startled him, and she felt a little bad about it. Though she hadn't meant to, Cela sometimes misjudged her steps and ended up brushing against others if she wasn't paying as much attention as she ought to be. Luckily, he didn't seem to be altogether too upset about it.
"Sorry again. I'll try to be more careful." As if to prove it, she tucked her wings tightly against her sides, even going so far as to still the ones behind her ears.
The outing was beginning to sound like a grand adventure, and the more he described it, the more excited she became. Part of her felt a little guilty, as she should have been wandering around seeing if she could find anyone to assist, but Cela thought that approach was a little too obvious. Those who needed help often found it whether they meant to or not, so as long as she kept moving, she was fairly certainly she would be able to perform her duties and have fun.
Voice merry again, she responded, "Whatever is most comfortable for you, Laures."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 11:03 am
Laures canted his head slightly, trying to divine the best solution for them both. If the mare had been any less genial and kind, he might have hesitated to offer to shrink and guide that way, but then they might miss the chance of "seeing" many of the forest's great beauties.
Confident in his decision, now, Laures shifted to his smaller form. In this way he could comfortably hover near her head and offer directions easier than travelling either in front or behind. Yes, this would be safer for them both.
"I'm going to transform now, then. It is difficult at times to navigate the underbrush even when you have all of your senses, so it will be easier for me to fly next to you. Not that this particular forest is dangerous, but there are many places one might trip or get stuck in a bog."
As he chattered, he slipped back into the form he found most comfortable and fluttered near to her head.
"I hope you don't mind, but I'll be hovering on your left side." He warned, hoping that she wouldn't swing her head around to locate him, but hovering lightly ready to move away quickly if she did.
"We're almost to the edge of the forest now..."
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