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 Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:38 pm
"I don't know if heavy sleeping is good or not... I'm sure it could be good and bad... it just depends on the situation, I suppose." Nos thought over it for a minute, then smiled back down towards Izzie and watched her grow quiet. Her spunk seemed to have turned to anguish as she told of her dream, and then the little tears began to swell in the corner of her eyes, breaking Nostalgia's heart.
"Oh, sweetheart, it's alright. Kalonas wouldn't attack you..." she started, trying to think up something to say that would help. Then she got an idea.
"You're much too sweet to eat... Kalonas wouldn't dare try to snatch you up! Why... I bet they even fear they might get a toothache if they were to try you, so I wouldn't worry about some nasty winged horse coming to hurt you or your Momma." Happy with her answer, she smiled and flicked her tail to one side. Then she watched as the little Soquili seemed to puzzle herself on her own question.
"Not all nightmares come from sleep," Nostalgia said quietly, looking away for a moment. This little one was very smart indeed... she probably made her mother very proud. "No, ghosts don't sleep like you and your family do. We're more... restless. We tend to wander around at night, but we rest in the day. Like sleeping, but without the sleep. Just lie there and rejuvinate our strength for the evening ahead of us."
They had finally arrived to the little stream, and Nos was grateful for the distraction. "Do you need any help getting your leg into the water, Izzie?" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 6:45 am
Isabella nods mutedly at the thought of heaving sleeping can be either good or bad. She sniffles as she fights back the tears that is burning in her eyes when the image of her mother being torn apart by kalona is still fresh in her mind. She is very distressed and confused about why she have dreamt about her mother's death and a creature she haven't seen before in her life.
She turns her head toward Nos when she began to reassure her. A small weak giggle bubbles out of her when Nos told her that kalonas will probably get a toothache if they try to eat her. "You will be a very good mama, Nostaliga." She suddenly says because this mare seems to know how to make her feel better or temporarily forget about her nightmare or any negative thoughts. She stands at the almost small hill that gently slopes into the stream realizing that they have been chattering all way and she didn't even notice that her leg is swollen.
"I thought nightmares always come when you are asleep." Isabella says in puzzled voice, not sure what Nostaliga was trying to say. "Don't your eyes get dry and droopy without any sleep? I tried to stay up two days in row but my body felt so heavy and I just had to sleep because my eyes was so dry and heavy." She looks at the ghost curiously. "Where do you rest, Nostaliga?"
She realizes that they are already at the stream and she blushes slightly. "No, I am ok.. I can do this.." She tentatively takes one step on the downhill slope and slowly take four more steps into the stream. A content yet pained sigh escapes her lip when the cold water immediately surrounds her legs, covering everything up to her stomach. Isabella knows that the stream here is very gentle until its storming, thats when she have to stay away from any kind of water.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:59 pm
Nostalgia smiled as she watched the little one wade in the water, and hoped silently that the water would soothe the swolleness of the leg. She smiled at Izzie's comment about her being a good mother. It warmed her spirits and gave her a hope for the future.
"Well..." she said slowly, "If one can daydream and have a dream while they're awake, wouldn't it make sense to have a 'daymare' when awake as well?"
Nos slowly trotted over to the stream and gently laid down on the ground, so her face was on the same level as Izzie's head. She was careful of her tummy, but at the same time relaxed herself to where she was comfortable.
"I rest not too far from here in an indian's teepee. It is near a larger river and closer towards the mountains. During the day, however, I tend to rest underneath the nearby tree near the teepee." She paused and lifted her hoof to splash a bit of cool water at the foal, and giggled gently. "Silly girl, I'm a ghost, remember? I'm not like other Soquilis. Yes, I can get tired as well, but once I rest up, I'm no longer tired. I just don't get 'sleepy', like you do."
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 1:48 pm
Isabella walks around in the running cold water for while before she stands really still with her body facing Nostalgia with a smile on her face. Her ears swivels around as she hears Nostalgia's question and her eye squints slightly when she ponders about the question. "Yeah, it would make sense. But I don't see how soquilis could have 'daymares'.. I am sure they are more scarier than nightmares because they comes during the daytime" She says in now tiny and scared voice while her eyes are more rounded.
Izzie moves toward the shallow part of the waters and promptly sits down in it until only part of her body is visible is her head (and neck). She sighs in sheer pleasure as the water runs over her body. She squeaks as she gets splashes before she giggles. "I keep forgetting that you are a ghost." She says in sheepish voice before she suddenly jumps up and down, splashing some water toward Nostalgia laughing. "You are very lucky.. you don't get 'sleepy' like I do.. that can be fun.. walking around without getting tired." She cocks her head to side.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:14 pm
"Fun?"
Nostalgia was caught off guard. She had never seen her life as being... fun. Instead, it was more of a chore... a duty to perform and nothing more.
"Sometimes it's nice to rest and close your eyes to the world," Nostalgia said gently, her eyes looking wistfully past the filly and into the night.
Her eyes refocused, and she looked back down in the young one's direction. "Yes... life can be very scary indeed, depending on the situation. But life can also be very very wonderful. You've just begun your journey in this world, little Izzie, but over time you will see what I mean."
Nos smiled and nodded her head. "Trust me."
Then, she motioned her head downwards, her horn glimmering it's bright glow. "I think the swelling has gone down significantly. If you wouldn't mind coming back up onto land, I think I have enough strength left in me tonight to heal your leg with my horn. Would you like to see that trick, Izzie?" Nos asked. She never made a habit out of using her unicorn horn, and to be honest she wasn't sure if it would work properly, since she hadn't used it since she was in the Spirit Realm. But she would try, and hopefully, Izzie would be feeling much better afterwards.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 10:20 am
Izzie smiles at Nostalgia and nods at the question "Fun?" before she splashes around in the stream like a typical filly. She looks at the ghost mare and moves her head to other side curiously. " I guess I wouldn't know because I am not a ghost.. but I still think being a ghost can be fun sometimes. You can scare the soquilis you dont' like away.." She giggles, not noticing that the mare wasn't exactly paying attention to her as she splashes around in the stream.
The filly beams widely at Nostaliga before she lets her body disappear into the running water. "Life can be very scary but I know this for sure.. I have my family and you to run to if I become scared." She says in geniunely happy voice. She nods at Nos when the mare told her to trust her on the life issue before she slowly rises out of the water, stepping onto the ground. She shakes her little body to dry herself, sending the water droplets flying all over the place. She now looks bedraggled since her mane and tail is all mussed up. "Yus! I would love to see that trick, Nos. Would you show that to me?" She says excitedly, can't wait to see what the ghost's horn could do.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:44 pm
Nostalgia giggled. The little foal made it seem so much fun, being what she was. Unfortunately, being a ghost wasn't such an 'excitement' as the little one seemed to think it was.
"Of course I scare the meanies away," Nostalgia grinned, watching Izzie pull herself out of the water and shake herself as dry as she could. The little foal seemed to have such a happy demeanor, and Nostalgia felt a pang of envy over it. She wished she could feel as happy and as carefree as the little foal, but life made it too difficult to do so.
Happy that Izzie was enthusiastic about Nos's "trick", Nostalgia took a deep breath and began to concentrate all her energy towards her gleaming horn. Leaning down, she slowly maneuvered it towards the injured ankle and she gently pressed the sharp tip of it against her leg, hoping and trying to ensure that she didn't impale the leg.
Then, squeezing her eyes shut, she forced all of her energy into the horn and willed for the healing powers to transcend from the shining tip of the horn and into the little one's leg.
She remained there for a few minutes, her mind in deep thought and concentration as she imagined in her mind the ankle slowly healing itself of the pressure and pain, her horn absorbing what pain and harm the leg had received. The light flickered, dimmed, and then slowly grew back to it's normal brightness, and Nostalgia lifted her head up, her brow sweating.
"How... how do you feel?" She asked quietly, feeling a bit breathless from the use of energy she spent trying to help her little friend.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:29 am
Isabella watches Nostalgia curiously and her eyes widen lightly when she sees the horn glowing more, she tries her best not to move but her body quivers with excitement. So far she is enjoying this and she feels this warm yet tingly feeling spreading through her injured ankle. "Ooooo....." She exclaims excitedly. "This feels funny..." She crinkles her nose up when she smiles happily. Her ankle indeed feels better after few minutes of Nostaliga's healing.
Her eyebrow furrows in concern as she could see the sweat beads lining across Nostalgia's forehead. "Much better!! Thank you so much, Nostaliga! But how are YOU feeling? you look like you are ready to fall like when you have been running too much without stopping for a breather.." She looks at Nostaliga as she tentatively moves closer to the mare and nuzzles the ghost reassuringly. "No more healing from you.. I will be fine." She says in mock-stern voice but her eyes gleams with affection and laughter that is aimed toward the ghost.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:15 pm
((So sorry it's taken so long to respond! ><; *smacks self* ))
Nostalgia gave a breathless pant, but refused to show the young one how tired she truly felt. It was obvious that little Izzie was feeling much better, from watching her walk on her ankle, and that made the tiredness truly worth it for Nos.
"I'm glad your leg feels better, Izzie. I guess that means my tricked worked." she said in her gentle voice, feeling the urge to giggle as the little one nuzzled her and gave her a mini-lecture. How utterly sweet this child was! Nos only hoped and prayed that her own would be just as adorable as little Izzie, and perhaps, if it was destined to be, Izzie would indeed befriend her own children. It was a very pleasant thought to Nos's head and she smiled at the mental image.
"Now, Izzie... I think it'd be best to try to get you home, don't you think?" She asked gently, herself needing some rest from her wandering and healing, "The sun's going to be rising soon and I'm sure with the sun, your mother will be as well. We don't want her worrying about where her little princess has gone to, do we?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 11:24 am
(( don't worry.. my RP muse was gone for some time @_@))
Isabella nods as she smiles at Nostalgia before she yawns widely, suddenly realizing how tired she is. "Mmmm.." She implusively leans against the ghost for support. "Yeah... I agree...." She yawns once again, interuppting herself. "Mm...my home is in the mountains... the first cave you will see..." She drowsily says. "I can go up there by myself. A pregnant mama like you need to rest and don't hurt yourself or the babies." She mumurs as she slowly began her trek through the forest, occassionally stumbling around due to her exhaustion.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:14 pm
Nos gave her a dissaproving look, but allowed the foal to trek onwards to her short journey to her cave. "Goodnight, Izzie!" She called out, her soft voice loud in the quiet of the evening. "Sleep well, little one."
Unbeknownst to the foal, Nostalgia waited until Izzie had walked a far enough distance away to take to the sky, gliding in the soft breeze with her ethereal wings. It took more effort than it usually did to keep her larger than normal self in the sky, but her wings, though they looked fragile, were strong enough to accomplish the job.
Nostalgia watched and soared silently over the sleepy foal as she made her way up the mountain trail, growing closer towards her home.
"What a brave little girl she is," Nostalgia thought to herself as she smiled. She too was tired, but refused to seek shelter for sleep until she knew little Izzie was home safe with her momma.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:52 pm
Isabella glances back at Nos and smiles while she treks up the mountains slowly and sluggishly. Occasionally she will lay down in the snow and rest for few seconds then she will get right back up and drag herself toward the frozen cavern where her mother and her currently resides at. Not knowing that she was being watched from Nos from the air and she slips into the cavern after a hour of trekking.
"Mmm... mama..." She mumbles as she could see that Frosta is standing there glaring at her disapprovingly. "I want to sleep..." She murmurs as she walks over to a soft and warm bedding then just collaspses in dead-like state of the slumber.
Fin
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