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 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 11:41 am
The cold began to strangely bother the ice mare to the point that the grazing fields scattered in emrald rows seemed more of an interest.
"Come Hania. I think a walk is in order for olde times reminised are they not?" she asked with her soft blue orbs followed by that serene smile. Her legs were in fact becoming stiff and intolerable.
She tossed her head letting the silken white mane cascade down her shoulders like pure snow blanketing a mountain side. "I wonder if my children will ever have any of their own. As seasons past so do our lives."
Almost lyrical with a sense of tranquil atmosphere she walked toward the summer hungerly lapping up all the coolness in the air.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 6:25 am
He smiled at his old friend, internally glad and happy to see she was well. She was just as beautiful as when he'd first met her, and he certainly felt that it was his duty to protect her and keep an eye on her even though he well knew she could take care of herself. Celendria wasn't with her mate at the moment, and as her friend, Hania felt obligated as well as wanted to protect her if any danger appeared.
"A walk is most certainly an excellent idea!" he exclaimed in true exerburance (sp?). His kind, gentle brown eyes met the mare's eyes as he felt eager for movement. He wasn't used to standing still unless he was eating. "I hope your children do; the wonder of being a grandparent is such an interesting feeling," he commented. Seasons came and went, but he doubted the mares he knew from seasons past would ever age. They would all stay beautiful in his mind, and he most certainly agreed that these peaceful times could last longer.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 6:22 pm
Though the summer was still dawning slowly, the leaves from whence they past were turning brightly colored. Giving way to fall then to winter which spoke so calmly to her. A calm in the midsts of a storm beating down in its intensity. This she felt with much confidence walking slowly by one that had once held her heart deeply. But as time grows so does one's wisdom, forming a new flower blossoming toward love.
She mused aloud things to him of times when both were young to the world. Things that young adults gazed upon and remembered long after they occurred. Thoughts traveling backwards of seeing Dyami, Mentha, Settia, and of course Hania. Now two winters had passed moving onward to three. Perhaps she would ask for a reunion with them all once more. A joyous free herd of those that had walked from the holidays as the wind horse himself.
"And I wish my children well with their future blood. Someday I'll look forward to a daughter of my own, but for now Samedi and Glory have found their own paths in life with mates and families." She paused then in her thoughts, "Have you seen any of the others from that first meeting Hania?"
She looked into those brown orbs seeing an old friend, but yet as warm as they were, Hania never seemed to age as long as youth played within his soul and feelings. He may of had children of his own but yet still he was the same soquili she'd met from her decent from the mountains.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 6:57 am
It was nice to take a walk with Celendria again, especially since both of them had emerged with the snow season. He mused to himself quietly... Well, he had gotten separated from his two-legger, but most of his childhood memories were vague... he had always been a free stallion, anyway. He glanced at the still beautiful as ever ice mare as he walked a leisurely pace by her side.
So long ago, when he was 'young', when many of them were 'young'. Actually, he figured he was still pretty much so--young, that is. Celendria's voice drifted into his mind gently as he processed her words. "Ah!" he commented softly. "I have seen Dyami, and Settia. They are now mates," he murmured. "They've been mates for a while, but I'm not sure if you knew that, or not. It has been a long time since I have last seen Mentha, truthfully."
It really had. The last he had seen of the mare was when he first stepped into this world, and he had introduced himself. He had abandoned his uneasiness with other stallions (where he felt he always had to prove he was the best) and had quickly moved on to a more jovial, laid-back stallion. He had been amused to hear that Aruna's oldest son, Shizuka Tsuyoi, was similar to him, if just more active and forward. His youngest, Toquah'kan, seemed to have a bi-polar atmosphere...
Ah, no matter. He smiled gently as he met eyes with Celendria. "I'm glad you've seen no horror in your life, Celendria." He drifted away for a moment. "I hope you meet our other old friends someday. It would be a pity if we did not see each other again for a long while..." His soft, kind brown eyes glazed over as he fell back into his memories once more. He especially remembered the times he spent with Mahiri and Celendria, two of the most important mares in his life. He smiled softly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:01 am
Celendria was one with the mountains, snow and all the ice that her coat mimicked on those wintry days where foals frolicked and played. A simple whisper, a touch of cold that gave her assurance in this not so strange land anymore.
So the serene mare's life had begun with a bit of courage to speak to a golden stallion and a mare known as Alona. So much had passed in those simple years and Celendria was quite proud that she experienced it all. True she'd never encountered anything evil, but deep down inside she knew as a new elder that time would come. Then her true strength and willpower would be tested against uncertain odds. Whatever the case, the ice mare would prove her maturity and take care of the situation.
"You know what I desire Hania? I'd like to see a reunion of all we knew and met back in that fateful year. Dyami, Settia, Mentha, Celona... Oh so many more that my mind races to find and keep safe." She mused a moment remembering the winter as her own brother as it lied upon the ground. Soon the world would be white again and she would rejoice with a harmonious whinny in return. Oh the thought of it made her purr deeply in her finely built chest.
Pausing with realization that she'd overstepped his own words she reversed to take in what he had murmured, "Dyami and Settia? Hmm yes I knew they were mated as Dyami drops by now and then to visit. His daughter Tori and my adopted daughter Glory are best friends as well." she nodded flicking a single ear toward a breeze as if slipped by them. Glory and Tori, now there was an interesting pair. Getting caught out in the latest hours and hiding in logs. Oh the memories that made Celendria feel ageless with laughter.
She did desire a reunion though and hoped Hania would help find the others. Could you simply imagine seeing everyone again? It would play out like a written novel only the faces and laughter would be more vibrant than before. Smiling her eyes rested upon him still remembering those grand days once more.
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