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 Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 8:01 am
A ship like a leaf? Kael blinked deliberately, one brow furrowed as he considered the possibility. "Maybe," he admitted at last, trailing along behind her as she made her way to the stream. "I'd still like to see a ship though, some day." How big was it, exactly? "It's bound to be more interesting than a leaf," the stallion added jokingly, following it with a soft smile.
It was a good point though; easier to wrap his mind around than an obscure concept and a possibility that seemed unlikely. "What makes you so sure you're no good at explaning?" Giant leafs may not have been much better, but they were better. "How many other pebbles were with you? - Do they live in the village too?" Lighthearted teasing aside, Kael paused then, lest he overrun her with questions.
"Is something the matter?" he asked offhandedly a few moments later, as he noted the flicker of disappointment in her expression. He did try not to seem pressing; Kael made it sound a casual inquiry, almost like it could go unnoticed under the tails of his former questions... But he was almost surely worrying far too much.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 10:42 am
"It was huge. Wider than this river, by at least 3 or 4 times. The trees that the skins hung from were nearly taller than the trees here, but that was to the top of the ship. The ship itself was larger down below." She was bad at explaining things, and probably sounded really confusing and weird by now.
Blushing, though hardly noticable behind her ashen grey fur, Manovia chuckled at his good-natured teasing. "There were several others like me. I think of them, four others chose to settle here instead of going home with the ship. I'm not sure how many two-leggers stayed behind with us though. Mine did." She smiled brightly, thinking of her companion back at the village.
As he noticed her little ear laid back moment, she shuffled slightly. "No, nothing's wrong, just thought of something for a moment there." Deftly changing the subject, the mare stepped out of the river, her feet streaming with cool water as she allowed the pebble filled 'boat' to float away down the river, where, unnoticed to her, it capsized rather quickly. Not a comforting thought, if one paused to think of it. "What's it like, to live here on your own, without a two-legger to care for you?" It was then, perhaps that she might've overstepped her boundaries. She should've known that, being as he'd never lived in the village, he wouldn't understand what it meant to have a two-legger take care of him. It wasn't that she wasn't able to do so herself, just that James had always been there to take care of her and she always assumed that was the way it should be. She was naive, to say the least, on such matters.
Without hesitation though, Manovia went on. "What are the winter's like here? And do you guys really get snow?" Emphasis was put on the single word, as if she'd never seen true snow before in her life. She honestly was no better than him, letting questions overrun him in turn.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 7:13 pm
Three or four times? The stallion tried to form a mental image, lining up river copies side-by-side in his mind's eye. It worked out better than she might have realized... Taller than the trees was simple enough, and he could almost imagine massive hides towering over the treetops.
"Four, really?" Kael could not have pinpointed why, but that surprised him. It sounded almost like an unusually large number when he stopped and thought about the modest herds of Soquilis he'd spotted around the village. "Is it a relief to have someone to relate with?" he queried unabashedly, only coming to realize how inappropriate it might have been a moment later. "If you still associate, that is. I can't imagine what it must be like to make a home in a strange new place." That was sufficient explanation, he hoped. And then he added "You seem fond of him." That expression was almost impossible to mistake.
Her question caused him to pause thoughtfully though, and tilt his head in a faint, but foal-like gesture. "Well... Imagine the things your two-legger does for you, and think of doing them on your own." The explanation was broken as he bent to scratch at an itch on his muzzle with his knee. "And if you aren't able to do them by yourself, they probably don't get done at all." There was probably something to be said for the freedom too - the lack of accountability and restrictions - but born and raised wild, the mustang had no concept of that. He knew nothing else.
"Cold," he answered simply, missing not even a beat. "And yes, it snows... The green turns brown and food turns scarce, and white blankets the ground and trees alike." Kael tipped his nose to the sky as he tried to invision the cool grey that dominated the skies in the winter.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:53 pm
Perking ears up, the tamed mare lifted her head in the direction of down-river. Her eyes grew large and wide, and she quickly skipped towards Kael, pawing at the ground beside him. "What was that? Was it a... WILD animal?" Without hesitating, she took off towards the sound, waving her tail slightly behind her as an invitation to follow her. If he wanted to keep her out of trouble, with her not quite knowing all the dangers around, chances were he'd probably want to follow her.
The mare crashed through the brush, unshod feet both more, and slightly less stable than they would've been had she had those on, slipping in various situations. At this rate, she'd break a leg, or a nose, if she slid into a tree.
Reddish golden eyes watched the mare from a branch high above. Greyish blue feathers fluttered in the slight breeze, and the hawk flapped his wings for a moment before settling once more. She was worth watching, that she was....
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:32 pm
"Err..." Kael trailed a little absently as he dragged his gaze from the sky just in time to see her turn and take off down the river. "Well... probably," he responded half heartedly, and pulled himself in pursuit (only coming to the realization he wasn't certain what 'wild' was until later). Tamed was a foreign concept; all soquilis were wild! - And there was obviously still much he had to learn.
That'd have to wait for another day though, as right then, there was much Manovia had to learn. And she seemed intent on experiencing it first hand; he only hoped nothing poor came of it.
"What are we following, exactly?" He entertained asking why for a moment too, but thought better of it when he considered not all actions needed motives more sound than 'I wanted to' or 'because'. So long as there was no danger involved (and there didn't seem to be at that point, seeing as they were chasing rather than fleeing, and nothing had jumped them yet), the stallion figured it was safe enough for now.
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