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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:40 am
 Dayunsi was an active listener and he setteled down onto the ground to properly listen to Rowenya's story. He visually expressed interest in the gift of flight from the geese and worry for the fox as he fell but did not utter a word while she told the tale. When the foal paused in her telling he gave her a nod of agreement not wanting to break the weaving of the story she had told with her own words. It was familiar to another story he had heard but the differences were intriguing and he was interested to hear what else was different. That was his favorite thing about storytelling, there was just so many different variations and versions that were told and even when a new storyteller told an old fable they always put their own spin on it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:21 am
Rowenya beams as she began to speak once again, weaving the story to life. That evening, Fox found the spring where fireflies obtained their water. There also, he discovered coloured earth, which when mixed with water made paint. He decided to give himself a coat of white. Upon returning to the village, Fox suggested to the fireflies, "Let's have a festival where we can dance and I will produce the music."
They all agreed that would be fun and helped to gather wood to build up a greater fire. Secretly, Fox tied a piece of cedar bark to his tail. Then he made a drum, probably the first one ever constructed, and beat it vigorously with a stick for the dancing fireflies. Gradually, he moved closer and closer to the fire.
Fox pretended to tire from beating the drum. He gave it to some fireflies who wanted to help make the music. Fox quickly thrust his tail into the fire, lighting the bark, and exclaimed, "It is too warm here for me, I must find a cooler place."
Straight to the cedar tree Fox ran, calling, "Bend down to me, my cedar tree, bend down!" "
Rowenya demonstrates the bending of the tree by bending her body downwards and she peeks at Dayunsi shyly before she began to finish the story. "Down bent the cedar tree for Fox to catch hold, then up it carried him far over the wall. On and on he ran, with the fireflies in pursuit.
As Fox ran along, brush and wood on either side of his path were ignited from the sparks dropping from the burning bark tied to his tail.
Fox finally tired and gave the burning bark to Hawk, i-tsarl-tsu- i, who carried it to brown Crane, tsi-nes-tso-l. He flew far southward, scattering fire sparks everywhere. This is how fire first spread over the earth.
Fireflies continued chasing Fox all the way to his burrow and declared, "Forever after, Wily Fox, your punishment for stealing our fire will be that you can never make use of it for yourself." " Rowenya finishes the story with a triumphant grin on her face. She feels really proud for remembering that story her mother have been telling her almost every night.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:18 pm
"You are a very talented storyteller." The flutter-corn nodded quietly when she finished. "The descriptions and the flow was very clear and I liked how you motioned some of the activities in the story." He enjoyed meeting new characters because he never knew when one might add something new to his inner book of myths and legends. This one had seemed close to one he knew from a long time ago yet it had it's own twists and he enjoyed it immensly. "Thank you for such a wonderful tale Rowenya."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 9:01 am
Rowenya blushes at the compliment as she flutters her wings out of the habit. "Thank you!! My mama and papa loves to tell me and my brother stories any time they could get us to stay and pay attention to them." She giggles as she beams at him happily before she peers at him curiously. "You are welcome...." She suddenly looks thoughtful as she slants her eyes toward his wings. "How did you get your wings?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 9:56 am
Dayunsi smiled softly, "Story telling is a great gift that your parents have given you. They are ways to tell us the why and how of the world and are an excellent medium to teach." At her question the fluttercorn though for a moment. He fluttered his wings a few times and flicked his tail at a small gnat who had been bothering him. "That in of itself doesn't really have a story to tell about it. I was born with wings, they are a part of me as the mane on your head. They are one of the things who makes me who I am and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Would you trade your wings for say... a horn or a mane of rainbow colours?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 4:30 am
(( So sorry @.@;; muse have been dead for some time now))
Rowenya blushes at the compliment that is coming from obviously a wise fluttercorn. She have heard that unicorns are pure and very smart and flutters are very special and magical but she wasn't prepared to meet a unicorn and flutter blended into one beautiful soquili that is standing in front of her right now.
Rowenya giggles as she could visualize herself with a horn like her brother or a mane of rainbow colours just like her 'aunt' Tic Tac Toe but she just stood there and pondered really hard and long about this. Finally, a 'no' escapes her lips and Rowenya looks really proud of herself. "Nope! I am already beautiful as I am! I won't trade my looks for anything in the world! And I am quite jealous of your wings and your appearance.. they are very beautiful on you!! I don't think it will look beautiful on me! I like the wings mama gave me!" She extends her small wings out excitedly as she flutters the tips of wings happily.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:15 pm
"That is good. It is always pleasing to the spirits when they hear things like that." Dayunsi nodded contemplatively before adding, "I know of a story of a daughter who did not like what the spirits had given her and so the creatures of the forest decided to give her a better image. They turned her hair muddy brown and blackened her hide so it was dull and matted. When she woke up that morning she no longer looked beautiful and her voice sounded like a bull frog. Her sister who had been born plain, however, had always been thankful so the animals had gathered together the stars above and sprinkled them all over her. When the thankful daughter awoke, she shone like the heavens above and her voice sounded like the spirits themselves. This story tells us to always be thankful." The flutter smiled down at the young foal.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:06 am
(( eeek!! bad me!! @_@ ))
Rowenya's eyes went wide at the new short story that was being told by Dayunsi. "Oh.. wow.. I am very thankful for things that is given to me." She bobbed her head really quickly. She definitely don't want to turn ugly and have voice like a bullfrog because bullfrog's voice is very croaky and is not pleasant to hear! The winged small filly looks at the fluttercorn with a huge smile on her face. "Are we friends, Day? I really like you and I want to stay here with you and talk about stories all day long!" She exclaims happily as she looks at him admiringly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 7:54 pm
Dayunsi chuckled, "Of course we are friends." he nodded in agreement. "Though I don't think we can tell stories all day. I don't think it would be a good idea; for one thing you could loose your voice, or your throat might get tired and scratchy." The flutter had seen it happen before during the storytelling festivals he had been to. "But if you want you can tell one more story. it can either be one you have heard or you can make up a tail all by yourself." While they couldn't tell stories all day, he figured it wouldn't hurt to tell one more.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:48 am
Rowenya makes soft 'squee' sound as she sees that she just got herself another new friend.. an fluttercorn at that! The little filly looks slightly disappointed as Dayunsi tells her that they can't tell stories all day along. "Oh.... but we can always take breaks during the day." She nods quickly as she grins eagerly before she beams happily at the fluttercorn. "Um.. what can I tell you..." She muses before her eyes went wide. "OH!! This is a story about bluebird and the coyote... its very interesting.. let me see if I could remember..!" She scrunches her face up as she racks through her brain for that particular story. She remembered Siryn Tigera sitting next to the basket when her papa allowed the human near them and she heard the story.
"A long time ago the Bluebird's feathers were a very dull ugly color. It lived near a lake with waters of the most delicate blue which never changed because no stream flowed in or out. Because the bird admired the blue water, it bathed in the lake four times every morning for four days, and every morning it sang like this..." She imitates the bird's singing.
"There's a blue water.
It lies there.
I went in.
I am all blue"
Rowenya looks pleased that she did pull off the bird's voice then she continues telling the story. "On the fourth morning it shed all its feathers and came out in its bare skin, but on the fifth morning it came out with blue feathers." Rowenya paused with a wide eyes and extends her wings out. "See? blue feathers! But anyway!" She laughs as she resumes. "All the while, Coyote had been watching the bird. He wanted to jump in and catch it for his dinner, but he was afraid of the blue water. But on the fifth morning he said to the Bluebird: "How is it that all your ugly color has come out of your feathers, and now you are all blue and sprightly and beautiful? You are more beautiful than anything that flies in the air. I want to be blue, too."
Rowenya pauses as she looks at Dayunsi. "Blue coyote... its funny image eh?" She giggles as she purses her lips before she starts up again, finishing the story. " 'I went in only four times,' replied the Bluebird. It then taught Coyote the song it had sung. And so Coyote steeled his courage and jumped into the lake. For four mornings he did this, singing the song the Bluebird had taught him, and on the fifth day he turned as blue as the bird." Rowenya blinks as she started to think about it. "I wonder if we can do that... but.... sorry for stopping the story.." She laughs as she began to speak. "That made Coyote feel very proud. He was so proud to be a blue coyote that when he walked along he looked about on every side to see if anyone was noticing how fine and blue he was. Then he started running along very fast, looking at his shadow to see if it also was blue. He was not watching the road, and presently he ran into a stump so hard that it threw him down upon the ground and he became dust-coloured all over. And to this day all coyotes are the colour of dusty earth."
Rowenya giggles as she finished the story. "What a silly coyote!!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 8:59 am
"Thats a very interesting story, it is a little sad that Coyote didn't get to stay blue though I think you are right, it would have been kind of odd. There are lots of stories that are about different animals outwitting others. I have one about Coyote and Opossum." Dayunsi settled down to tell his story and lazily flapped his wings as his murmurings took on the highs and lows of his storytelling voice.
" Coyote was going along one day, feeling very hungry, when he met up with Skunk. "Hello, brother," Coyote greeted him. "You look hungry and so am I. If I lead the way, will you join me in a trick to get something to eat?"
"I will do whatever you propose," said Skunk.
"A prairie dog village is just over that hill. You go over there and lie down and play dead. I'll come along later and say to the prairie dogs, 'Come, let us have a dance over the body of our dead enemy.' "
Skunk wondered how they would ever get anything to eat by playing dead and dancing. "Why should I do this?" he asked. "Go on," Coyote said. "Puff yourself up and play dead."
Skunk went on to the prairie dog village and pretended to be dead. After a while Coyote came along and saw several prairie dogs playing outside their holes. They were keeping a distance between themselves and Skunk.
"Oh, look," cried Coyote, "our enemy lies dead before us. Come, we will have a dance to celebrate. Let everyone come out and then stop up the burrow holes."
Dayunsi smiled at the imagery of all the Prairie dogs standing in a circle. "Do you think they would be tricked?" he asked the winged filly. He paused and then started to story once more enjoying the craft of weaving a tale from the air.
The foolish prairie dogs did as he told them. "Now," said Coyote, "let us all stand in a big circle and dance with our eyes closed. If anyone opens his eyes to look, he will turn into something bad."
As soon as the prairie dogs began dancing with their eyes closed, Coyote killed one of them. "Well, now," he called out, "let's all open our eyes." The prairie dogs did so, and were surprised to see one lying dead. "Oh, dear," said Coyote, "look at this poor fellow. He opened his eyes and died. Now, all of you, close your eyes and dance again. Don't look, or you too will die."
They began to dance once more, and one by one Coyote drew them out of the dance circle and killed them. At last, one of the prairie dogs became suspicious and opened his eyes. "Oh, Coyote is killing us!" he cried, and all the survivors ran to unstop their holes and seek safety in the burrows.
Skunk then stood up, laughing at how easily Coyote had worked his trick. He helped gather up some dry firewood and they began roasting the prairie dogs that Coyote had killed.
"There is more to this story but I like this ending best." Dayunsi smiled and made a small bow to indicate the end of his tale. "Unless you wish to continue it?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 9:52 am
Rowenya's eyes went round like dinner saucers as she listens to the story about poor prairie dogs being tricked and killed just for food. Her eyes wells up with tears of sympathy for the deceased ones before she blinks back the tears. "no.. its a very sad story.. I wouldn't know how to add to that story.." Her voice wobbles as she frowns. "Poor prairie dogs....I don't think I like coyotes and skunks now.." She sniffs as she frowns. "Who would want to trick innocent animals so they could have food? why can't they just ask them if they could have some?" She looks at Dayunsi with innocent look on her face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 10:39 am
"Well Coyote and Skunks are both meat eaters. They can't eat grass like you and I." Dayunsi knew how she must feel having been in the sights of a hunter before. "There was one time when I was very small that a large cat tried to eat me. I managed to get away without getting hurt but I try to stay away from large open spaces because of it. I cannot look upon the cat for trying to eat me, it was in his nature and I was in his lign of sight. Not all animals have been blessed by the spirits so that they can understand and converse with us." Dayunsi though for a moment before adding. "How would you feel if I told you the grass could feel us munching on their stems? Would you stop eating all together? I think we are lucky in that we don't have to hunt for our food but then that is because we were not designed to hunt for if every animal had to hunt we wouldn't have any food to eat." He paused again before starting on another tangent. "And if we all ate grass there would not be enough grass to feed everyone and no one would have any space to live as even the dyeing would stay among us if they weren't eaten by the carnivores."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 10:52 am
Rowenya's eyes just went even more wide at his short story about him almost getting caught by a big cat. "Oh...." She blinks owlishly as she looks around fearfully because she doesn't want to encounter skunks or coyotes or big cats now. "Now I understand why they eat meat.. to restore the balance in the nature yes? The goddess epona needs creatures that eats plants and some creatures that eats meat... I think I get it.." She muses thoughtfully as she tries to picture the balance between the plant-eaters and meat-eaters. "Hrm... but I can't see why there can't be a peaceful method to get the meat.. perhaps from someone who is already dead.." She blinks owlishly at the fluttercorn.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 10:59 am
Dayunsi chuckled, "Do you think they would like to eat old and rotting meat? I think that would be like us eating the fungi on the rosehip trees, probably wouldn't taste very good to them." He thought for a moment before continuing. "But then the spirits gave us tricks and skills for us to protect ourselves. We have long legs and quick bodies, and you and I have wings also. Rabbits have their speed and long legs and then porcupines have all those spines on their back. Even skunks are prey as well as predator and so they have their smell to keep others away." He smiled and fluttered his wings in the sunlight. "There are many gifts we have been given to keep us from being eaten and you have a Mother and a Father to keep you safe until you are old enough to take care of yourself."
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Dayunsi was an active listener and he setteled down onto the ground to properly listen to Rowenya's story. He visually expressed interest in the gift of flight from the geese and worry for the fox as he fell but did not utter a word while she told the tale. When the foal paused in her telling he gave her a nod of agreement not wanting to break the weaving of the story she had told with her own words. It was familiar to another story he had heard but the differences were intriguing and he was interested to hear what else was different. That was his favorite thing about storytelling, there was just so many different variations and versions that were told and even when a new storyteller told an old fable they always put their own spin on it. 
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