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((These guys are visiting/live in the lake: ))

Amitola had been enjoying a nice morning of munching lakeweed and pondering which of her shinies to polish next when something tapped her on the sensitive fin behind her ears. At first, she thought it was just a pebble knocked loose from the shore far above her, but the tapping was persistent. Spinning on the spot, she spotted the distinct red-tipped mane of her daughter and the extended hoof that had been poking her on the back of the head. Squealing in excitement, Ami wiggled her tail to get close enough to give Illy a hug - putting her neck gently across the mare's shoulders. It felt like forever since she'd last seen her - she was much more grown up now, or at least she looked it. Still pretty as ever, though. "Why are you here?" she asked. "Of course you don't need an excuse to come see me, but it's been so long!"

Illy grinned as she returned her mother's hug, half from the fact that she'd gotten away from poking her and half from sheer joy to finally see her face. "I missed you," she replied. She took a dramatic pause. Of course, she'd always loved to come visit her childhood home, but after spending so long in the sea, it'd taken a lot of time in the estuary at the bottom of the river before she was conditioned enough to take the freshwater again. "There's also a par-tay going on upstairs, if you hadn't heard yet?" she asked, gesturing upwards with a tilt of her head. "The messenger caught me sunning myself on a rock - I know, I know, it's dangerous, birds will eat me - and told me to come up if I wanted some fun. I needed a break from treasure hunting, you know," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Also, I think I brought somebody you know? He says he's a cousin or something."

Ami looked around wildly when Illy mentioned a party and then a relative. How could she not hear the hoofbeats reverberating? Who knew, maybe she was too far down... "A relative?" she asked, looking around Illy to see if there was anyone hiding behind her. Nothing. Peering into the lakeweed below them, she searched for a sign of a seathi. Still nothing. Then something poked her and startled her so much that she let out a squeak. Turning, Ami came face-to-face with a rainbowy seathi who was all fins with a splash of punk-styled mane. "George," she said, voice going from excited to slightly annoyed.

"Miss Amitola," he drawled, pedaling his hooves and bending his neck in a mock-bow. Oh, this was going to be fun. Somebody'd made the mistake of promising him a party, and George was going to take advantage of that to the fullest extent - first by pulling a visit on Ami, to whom he wasn't even distantly related, despite appearances. He'd ingeniously planned it; while Ilyrana (Ami's daughter, whom he'd come across while she'd tried to raid his shiny supply) distracted her, he'd swim through the lakeweed and sneak up on her from the other side, hopefully provoking a hilarious reaction. It hadn't been as rewarding as he'd hoped, but he grinned at her squeak, nonetheless. He could only barely suppress a chuckle. "I see ya've grown up some since I last saw ya." He knew that she knew that he was messing with her... But it was so fun. "Still don't like me much, do ya?" he asked, but before she could answer, he extended his tail to push himself surface-ward. "There's a party to be joinin' topside, I'm going to go have a look-see."

Once his head broke the surface, George smiled. There were plenty of ponies - or so he called them - about, lollygagging and socializing. Nickering a bit to draw attention to himself, the seathi anchored himself to the beach with both hooves, spreading himself out on a convenient rock. The sun was too nice not to enjoy it, though the prickly sensation of drying out wasn't all that pleasant. "Hey you big people," he called. "Come talk to me."

Below the surface, Ami shook her head. "Still as much trouble as ever, I see." Looking back at Illy, she sighed. "I suppose I should explain. We're not related to him, yay. But I met him a long time ago. He lived here before everyone went out to sea," she said, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. "Now, let's go check out this party. I know you're dying to go." With a big smile, Ami hooked a leg around one of her daughter's and pulled both of them toward the surface. It was difficult, of course - she wasn't used to the extra weight, but it felt good to finally be near her only child again.

When the pair broke the surface, they saw George laying out on a rock. Let the birds get him, Ami thought viciously, before scolding herself. Instead of focusing on him, though (it was what he wanted, after all), Ami surveyed the crowd before her. "So many kinds..." she whispered, looking at the varied colors and features.

"Oh Mom," Illy said, glancing at her mother as they broke the surface and looked at the crowd. "You should come see the beaches by the ocean. There are soooo many different kinds, and mers and kelpi and every color seathi you can dream of. It's beautiful," she finished, looking at a few. These soquili were as varied as sealife - some had flowers in their hair, some had feathers, some looked like natural horses and some had as outlandish colors as she. Some even had wings!

White Rabbit was lured to the party because of one thing; a very familiar beautiful voice began to sing. It was like the main tactic to get him to go anywhere.
Nosing Skyla in the back he'd notice the dancing mare and smiled in greeting to her.

Eyes looking at Skyla he'd chirp a little. "Well of course! Everyone should enjoy your singing my dear." He'd give a warm face to Skyla, he was usually off in his own little world but. Skyla always got him to pop his dreamy bubbles and come back to the world.

It had taken a little longer to get here than they had anticipated, but thanks to the Alphaess' stature her distance was cut short in comparison to her much, much larger daughter trailing slowly at her side. "Looks like this must be the place..." Ikinya commented, looking around to see the gathering of folks of all different walks of life. They had received the runner in their herdlands, and Subira had insisted to go at any rate. It would be a most valuable learning experience to bring back and dwell on; one she couldn't pass up. Ikinya, while knowing she wasn't one for leaving her herdlands for such long distances without her love....felt it would be a good bonding time with her daughter. Besides, it would be rude to not accept such a welcoming invitation from other herds in the land.

So, as the odd pair headed in amongst the others they kept a watchful eye out; they were told of a troll mare - Malis that had been a key role in organizing the whole event and Ikinya was determined to meet her at one point and of course thank her personally for such an invite.

















Finally! They had arrived as the mare's face lit up in excitement. She'd never been to such a large gathering before and when she'd met with the runner to their herds she just knew it would be such a valuable learning experience. There was no way she was going to miss it. Happy that her mother had decided to come along with her the pair had made the long trek in record time...of course she could have gotten here sooner but she didn't mind the slow pace to keep her mother at ease.

"It looks like we are..." She breathed, eyeing everyone present to see a vast multitude of different kinds of Soquili around. "I wonder when all of the festivities will begin, but in the meantime shall we find a good spot, or mingle?" She asked the small Usdia beside her, smiling all the while.

Skyla stopped singing again when the dancing mare addressed her. She was glad of the rest actually, the effort of keeping up the singing made sweat prickle her pelt though she imagined the larger mare was warmer than she "So graceful, i'm not nearly as nimbly footed if i try to dance" she said lightly, chuckling at the memory of the last time she tried to dance, no, she'd stick to singing "You are most welcome, i just love to sing," she was a little shy when complimented but she was getting more used to it the more she socialised.

She mimicked the mare's bow and smiled "I'm Skyla, this is my mate White Rabbit, an honor to be here at this lovely party" she enthused. Pleased she'd come across this gathering.

As the oldest of the children, and a guard in-training it had befell him to go admist his younger siblings and to watch over them--which was in no way an easy matter. Kisu and Ikuara had been born running, or at least it felt like it. And usually in different directions to confuse you. Yet, somehow they always ended up back together trying to go off on epic adventures much to large for their small size.

He'd seen mother Nori getting upset when they had disappeared for hours at a time. But it never mattered how much you made them feel guilty or what, they just couldn't help getting in trouble it seemed.

But today, they were strangely on good behaviour--which really gave Nigiri some trepidation. They had to be planning something....
















Kisu had promised mother Nori that she would be good, and she was dead set on keeping that promise. It wasn't like she meant to get in trouble all the time, but then again it wasn't as if she took special care not to...She was kind of free spirited, like their daddy Gun said. He always said it most of been an extra gift from the rainbow god Lona that had brought them to him.

She'd always just shrugged it off. She could feel her older brother Nigiri's eyes on the back of her neck, and she hated that he seemed to doubt her word, but then...well she couldn't really blame him could she? She was always getting in trouble after all...
"Are you excited?" She whispered to Ikuara. "I hear that the trolls have tusks," she wiggled a little in excitement. She was eager to see what these Vitterfolk looked like. Maybe they'd even see some harpies! Tethys had told them stories about both herds, and several others. It seemed like a dream come true to finally meet the legends of her stories.

















Kurage walked along, stretching his little fins and tossing his hair. He watched as Sashimi moved excitedly. He was glad his brother didn't seem to be drying out too much. But everyone was walking so fast, that it made his legs hurt. He just didn't want to admit it. He didn't want the girls to think he wasn't as strong as them.

He frowned, "Sashimi, what do you think it's going to be like? Are the Vitterfolk nice? Are they kind? What do they look like? Will there be harpies?" His voice trilled in fear, knowing that harpies took males back to their homes as captives.


























Tethys moved along, she could feel the dust coating her creamy skin. Her eyes were starting to fail, and soon she would be making it known that she was leaving to find her way in the world. It was too painful to be around Uroko, it was too much to do. She needed to live her life before she went blind.
She smiled gently at Kurage's fears, his image slightly blurry in her eyes. "No, Kurage. They are peaceful, and this whole thing is being done in peace--a celebration of it. There will be no one there to hurt you, I'll make sure of it and your parents and your brother and...Uroko." Her voice hesitated a moment.

"Remember, others may look different but they feel just the same. Don't hurt feelings, accept what you see and don't be rude. Okay Kurage? Sashimi?"

Little good it would do to tell the girls that, they'd just blurt whatever right out of their mouths.

L'inglesou moved toward the party slowly. He had left Nessie to her waters, and had come to investigate this party. A part of him longing to see his family, to find them here. It had been a long while since he'd seen them. But he had been busy making a home with Nessie.

He had, in part, hated to leave her. But he had the urge to go out for awhile, and he bid her goodbye--planning to return within the fortnight. He hated that she couldn't come with him. He would be her eyes and ears though.

Moving through the throng, he saw all types of soquili. Most, of course, were Vitterfolk. Some--

His eyes were drawn across a group and over. He saw the muted colours, the skulls almost calling to him and the musty scent of the swamp wading over to him. But that wasn't possible, they were too far away for him to even smell home on them.

He couldn't believe, he had hoped...but here they were.

He stood frozen in place, staring.

((This is the FIRST time I've RPed him since being gifted him after Dixie left, so I apologize for any indescripencies in character, I'm still trying to find what she had on him and figure him out myself.))