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 Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 2:34 pm
Entry seven -
Finally
Well, it took a while but I have finally made it back to the ocean. After a few days of travelling with the obsidian I discovered that it is possible to wedge it beneath the Bones. It chafes after a while though and so I have found a crevice in the cliff well above high-tide line to store it until I find Vox to save my hide.
I hope this won't take too long; I can hardly wait to introduce him to Lydia and I hope also he is not overly upset by my prolonged absence. I doubt he will be but I still feel a little guilty for not making it back sooner. Well; nothing to be done about it now. I'm here now and that's as soon as it could be. Worrying about what might have been will get me nowhere.
Tomorrow I shall start looking for my son in earnest but for the rest of the day I shall rest. It has been a long trip.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 1:30 pm
Entry eight -
White Souls, wonderings
Today, in my search for Vox, I met Aitumn again. He was looking well and seemed to be enjoying his first trip to the sea. I warned him about Zackenfein and, big though the b*****d was, I think the Jala can handle himself. After that we talked of less unpleasant matters.
White Souls. I'd almost forgotten that story. An old Nequus was telling it to a crowd of foals and I was nearby, hiding myself in the bushes. The teller spotted me and raised the volume of her voice so that I might hear too. Such small kindnesses made life far more liveable before I found my strenght. I didn't want their pity, their charity, but simple acts of kindness like that kept my faith in people alive.
After the story he resolved to make some of his own and I told him what little I know of Casa Tiner. He has gained an ambition to see the icy peaks for himself and I admit an inclination to go myself. It would be nice to find the marker I left when I was forced to retreat on my previous visit and to pass that marker.
For now however I have other things to do; another time I will find time for that journey. Perhaps Lydia will come along with me. I hope she will.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 1:31 pm
Entry nine -
To Shrilal
Well, I've given up on finding Vox for now and found a better place for the obsidian. Something has been calling to me and I think I know what. It happened around sunset when I met a Bae mare named Clover. I suddenly decided that the fruitlands were the place to be, and the place to be soon. Alright, Vox might well be there but this conviction that I must go is unnatural.
I have a niggling feeling that this may have something to do with Lydia and myself. I hope it does, and I hope that if it does, she is as happy I will be if it is what I think it is.
Well that was a bit confusing.
In any case; Clover was nice, I think she and Vox would get along and tomorrow Lydia and I make for Shrilal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:42 pm
Entry ten -
New life, New love
We reached the fruitlands today. We didn't find Vox. We found a growing tree; ours. It was in bud already and, though the fruit does not resemble either of us very closely, I know that it is this that drew us here. Our child.
I could hardly believe it, I still can't.
Even more amazing perhaps, Lydia has assented to become my mate.
Life has never been so wonderful. I cannot wait to find Vox and tell him of this. I am to be a father. A father. I have a mate who loves me, and who I love in return. Everything is perfect.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:33 am
Meeting Storm again
On my way back to Lydia, utterly out of the blue, I came upon the seer Storm again. She looked well and it was good to speak with her again, to tell her of what has happened to me since we last met. I discovered from our talk that she has foals of her own; I cannot help but wonder about the father. As a mixed blood herself the breed could hardly matter so that gives me no hint. I hope he was worth of her though.
Still, she walked with me some of the way back to the Tree and I spoke to her using my mind, my mouth being occupied with a basket of food. Too soon we had to part company once more. I hope to meet her again once the foal is born and has a few weeks or months to it. I enjoy her company and have seldom found a Nequus who I can respect as much as I do the dappled seer; to tell her of my experiences as the father of a new foal would be wonderful.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:47 am
Where the sun shineth not
Today began well enough; I was running and flying well on the last leg of my journey to Ryuten from the tree. It was a warm, clear and thoroughly unobjectionable day. The two-legs filly who likes me hurried out to take my empty basket the very moment I arrived and then scurried off to fill it for me.
Only a moment or two after that, Aitumn arrived.
He did not seem quite himself; there was something missing. He didn't tell me what was wrong and I didn't ask him but, from the little he did say, I surmise whatever it is/was has/had to do with the green Aeri. I can't help but feel a little responsible, since I had at least a small part in setting them on the trail to meeting one another.
Still, I meant no harm by my actions and, although that does not take away the blame, it does make me feel a little better about it.
We talked and it seems that Aitumn too has a tree growing with a mare named Cressida. It was easy enough to communicate to the two-legs that he required a basket of food as well and in short order the two of us were heading back to Shrilal.
We parted before long; it seems our trees are almost at opposite ends of the fruitlands. Still, we have agreed that, if it suits us both, we might make the trip to Ryuten together in the future.
Next time I meet that Jala I shall have to get him to tell me one of his stories. I hope he doesn't get any more trouble from that great swirly brute. If I ever catch up with the pasty green git I might just have to hove a hoof where the sun shineth not.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 4:47 am
Speaking through baskets
Lydia's supply of food was getting low once more and so I decided to set off to Ryuten to acquire more from the two-legs. It isn't cheating; it's using the resources at my disposal, namely my brain. Still, I decided it might be nice to make the trip in company so I wandered off in the direction I remembered Aitumn telling me his tree lay.
Naturally this was a very daft idea and I soon realised I had almost no chance of finding him or his tree. Shows how much I know. Before very long, just after uttering a profanity about the handle of may basket, I spotted a Reya mare guarding a crossbreed fruit.
She introduced herself as Cressida, naturally. The world does love to prove me wrong, doesn't it? Well, anyway, it turns out that she and he had a little trouble with the green Aeri but, by the blood still on her horn and her lack of hurts, I could tell that she handed herself admirably. A fine mare to breed with indeed for, as I also discovered, the Jala and the Reya are not mates. Like Lydia and myself, they hadn't exactly planned this either but from what I gathered they get on well.
I told her about how Lydia and I came to be a couple, of Vox and of my thoughts on the development of instincts. Before long however, an instinct of my own called to me and I left in search of food for Lydia. I hope that my foal and their foal can be friends; as two mix-bloods they may have a lot in common and having another like yourself about is awlays a comfort when the world seems against you.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:45 am
Stories
It is amazing what one can do with words. Today Aitumn painted me a wonderful picture of what it could be like if a two-legs understood us as we do them. I would love to have words with one, a real conversation; such things I would have to ask and such things to tell. Sadly however I do not think this is to be and it is a great shame.
I wonder why we understand what they say but they are unable to understand us... Something else with no answer for me to ponder I suspect.
Still, it was good to see Aitumn again; he looks much better than last we met and he now knows how to get to my tree. Perhaps we shall go to Ryuten together again before the fruits hatch but perhaps not; I do not think it will be long now though I cannot explain why that is.
More instinct I suppose.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 4:22 am
The hatching
Today, my first daughter hatched. She is a true little beauty; grey and gold patched with the sweetest face... I love her already with all my heart, my little Alice, and I know that both Lydia and I will do anything that needs to be done to see that she is happy, healthy and safe.
I am keener than ever to seek out Vox, it has been so long. I hope the boy doesn't think I just abandoned him... No, Vox is far to sensible for that, I'm sure of it. Still, I must find him soon and introduce him to the rest of his adopted family. I know that he will help me to watch my to precious girls if needs be, and I know he will love them both dearly.
He must be an adult by now, and I am left to wonder if he has found a mate, if he will have people to introduce to me. Well, time will tell. For now, I have fatherly duties to attend to.
Life is good.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 4:28 am
Passing of time
Alice is bigger now, still a youngling but more filly than foal. She amazes me more with ever day that passes, as does her mother. I have been kept too busy to seek out my son, but I am sure he would understand; indeed if he were here he would probably tell me to go on as I am rather than to run off in an attempt to find him.
I suppose I must hope that he will find me, that or wait until Alice is grown enough to travel.
Still, either way I have a wonderful mate, an incredible daughter and one way or a-damn-nother I shall find my son in the not too distant future.
Life is busy, but still very, very good; I never thought I would be able to have a family given the choices I've made in life but apparently I was wrong. It is probably true that no normal mare would have had me, but Lydia is no normal mare and I am deeply glad of that for more reasons than I can count.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 3:44 pm
My son, my daughter
Alice is now grown, and she and her mother (my dear Lydia) will have to do without me for a time. Vox. Dear, sweet Vox. How long, how long has it been? Too long, far too long. Recently my fears for him and my disgust at myself for not doing this sooner have grown. How could I have abandoned you so after what I swore I was before that black Rit?
My son.
I must find my son!
Does he live? Is he hurt? Have the Katilenuck taken him to slave? I cannot answer any of the questions and it torments me. It torments me. Vox, where are you? What are you doing? Can you forgive me, your foolish father, for all the time that has passed? I do not even know how long it has been since I saw you last but this I swear;
Vox. I will find you.
Vox. I am sorry.
Vox. I am coming.
Vox. I love you.
Vox.
My son.
I am coming.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 9:30 am
Idiot on the loose
Met a very rude Bae today, almost had the excuse to take my frustration out on him. Not quite though. Oh well. Anyway, he told me that he’s, ha; this is brilliant, that he’s going to the forest of Casa Tiner to train his strength so that he can kill his brother. Hahahahahaha! I was too stressed and annoyed to appreciate how hilarious that is at the time. Apparently he’s been through before. I think that was supposed to impress me. It didn’t. Anyway, he’s off back there and I for one hope he dies. He was so very... blank, very, very boring company; I expect if he tried he could kill his brother with his sheer dullness.
Still, stupid probably crossbred Bae aside, I am moving southwards through Yisi in search of Vox. I haven’t had any luck yet but I’ve not been looking long. I’m sure I’ll find him in the end.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 9:34 am
Moving swiftly on...
Well, no luck in Yisi. I suppose I shouldn’t be as discouraged as I am yet... Nobody had heard of him, seen him, spoken to him. I don’t know if I expected to find him right away, or at least to find some sort of a lead but... But that I didn’t is somewhat depressing. I suppose I shall just have to keep trying. Since I’ve come down south through Yisi in any case Quirne shall be my next stop. He wasn’t at his old haunts last I was there, but he may have returned there since. I think Qurine might well be my best hope, in fact. Vox loved the ocean, I cannot imagine where he would have moved to... Still, no point getting my hopes up or down; I shall seek him there, and if I do not find him I shall seek him elsewhere. It will take as long as it takes, that’s all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 9:43 am
One winged Bae and obsidian memories
As is probably obvious from the title, I met a one winged Bae today. Well, yesterday. Didn’t ask him how it happened, but it didn’t look like it had been torn off or anything. Maybe he was born that way. In any case, I was in the cave where I left that piece of obsidian so long ago, and it was still there. Brilliant storm going on outside, I was so lost in thought and in memories that I didn’t notice the sounds of another Nequus over the wind and thunder until he spoke.
He was quite rude at first actually, but when he spotted my accouterments he shaped up his attitude a bit. We talked a bit, and naturally I got onto the subject of Vox. He hadn’t seen him, and that was depressing. Still, I wasn’t about to let that make me give up and I set about making some little water defenses; the surges weren’t strong enough to be a danger to us in the cave but they were annoying and I wanted to sleep. I got Karasu to help me, and as we worked he offered to help me find Vox.
I know he is only one more set of eyes and ears, but for some reason I now feel as though I will find Vox for sure rather than that I will never give up looking. I don’t know Karasu well enough to call him a friend, but I shall call him any ally.
The next morning (this morning that is) I helped him to find a way back up the cliffs, and we went our sperate ways. He said if he found Vox, he would tell him to seek me back in that cave on midsummer’s day so if I don’t find him myself before then, there is a chance that I will see him then and there. For now however, I am heading on to D’ob. I don’t think he’ll be there, but somebody might have seen him on their travles or he might have passed through. You never know your luck.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 10:23 am
Moonlit meeting, continuing quest
Last night, near the end of my search of Qurine, I came upon a part of it I have not visited before and a stallion I have not met before. For I moment, I thought he could be Vox, that my son might have just moved along the coast for some reason. No such luck. A moment before I opened my mouth to call out I took in his colours. Grey and white, not my Vox. Still, I approached him for news as I have everyone I have met of late. He noticed my interesting adornments, naturally, and naturally too he was at least a little afraid, not sure how much. Still, however afraid he might have been he did not flee, he stayed and was polite to me; most refreshing, the world is so full of rudeness of late I was very glad of the change.
Sadly however, he did not have news of Vox. I am rather used to this by now, but I was still disappointed, as I always am. He is quite a distinctive fellow; surely somebody must have... Still, no matter, he had not hear of Vox and we moved onto other talk. He asked me about the bones, and so I told him the story of Pyrus. He seemed to approve of my actions, and though I need no blessing form others it is always good me meet other creatures who think as I do. Not long after that however, he realized that it was getting towards dawn and offered me a place to sleep for the day. I thanked him but declined; I was not yet tired and was far from reaching my goal distance for the day/night in any case so I moved on.
The warmth of the sun on my back as it turned to dawn reminded me of the turning of the seasons and of how long I have been apart from my mate and daughter. I hope they’re doing alright without me. Still, I cannot stop now to go and find out; I am confident in their ability to survive and I might run into them during my search of the lands in any case. I have reached the western end of the coast now and will be heading north towards D’ob and perhaps Fyhi. I doubt Vox fool enough to venture far in that direction but I shall wander around the lowers slopes and see if anyone has seen him either passing by or as a captive. If the Katilenuck have taken him... Well, I have said that I will not give up and I intend to stick to that. If i have to face those inbred zealots, so be it; they will not take down Lucius Aeri without a fight.
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