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 Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 2:40 pm
Too much thinking? Idris titled her head as she studied her new friend. She knew that Aunt Sonja often accused her father of thinking too much, but that was more a statement to Aydan’s tendancy to over worry about everything. Somehow, she didn’t think Amaranth was referring to the same thing as her Aunt Sonja would have. The look the other mare had in her eye was actually quite a bit like the look Idris’s mother wore sometimes. It was always when Aydan wasn’t around, and usually when Idris had come across her mother in a moment of solitude. The look had that haunted quality, as though she was thinking of something bittersweet, or something painful that she simply couldn’t stop herself from thinking of. The sadness always vanished when Velika realized she was being watched, usually joy at seeing her daughter or undisguised love when she laid eyes on her mate. That love was sometimes uncomfortable for Idris, but usually comforting. And not at all the point. Idris knew that her mother had lost a lot in her youth, but she didn’t quite know the details.
So, taking that knowledge and applying it to this new friend, she offered, as gently as she could, “Sometimes talking about it helps. With the thoughts, that is.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 2:48 pm
"Talking is a bit more thinking..." Amaranth said slowly. "A little more thinking than I care to do, but thank you, regardless, for the offer." She kicked at the ground a little, restless in the moonlight. "You are a kind soul, Idris - very sweet."
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 3:02 pm
“Oh, not so sweet,” Idris said with a smile. “Considerate, maybe. My ma gets that look sometimes. She doesn’t like talking about it, either. I suppose she talks to Pa sometimes, but… I don’t know. Thought I’d offer. I’d suggest not thinking about whatever upset you, but that clearly isn’t possible, or you would have done it already, yes?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 6:38 pm
Amaranth Amora wasn't really the type to open up about things, especially her feelings. She was much more the bottled up and endure whatever the situation dealt to her type. But she appreciated the kindness shown to her by this mare and she felt for anyone else who shared that look that sometimes came about her. "I'm sorry for your mother," she said softly. "For whatever it was that brings that look to her eyes. And I try not to think about it, I honestly do a good job of not letting it cross my mind most days. It's the quiet times that you have to watch out for. That's when the memories come back, usually not as a flood or all in a rush at the spur of the moment, but insidiously they sneak, and it starts with a brief flash. Something triggers it, whether it be moonlight, or rain drops, or the soft sound of bells in the air - at first it's just a quick impression, a fleeting feeling. But then it's the smell and the sights and the sounds from back then and they surround you. It's only then that you seem to almost drown in the memories that came on so suddenly - emerging from the quiet and the depth of the past when you least expect it." She sighed and shook her head, "There are some days why I wonder why we need to keep all our memories."
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 8:43 am
As she listened, she recognized a few traits that reminded her even more of her mother. When the other mare finished, she considered what had been said for a long moment. Finally, she suggested, "Maybe we have to keep them because they shape who we are. Without our memories, both good and bad, we wouldn't be ourselves."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:06 pm
Amaranth heaved a great sigh, knowing in her heart that the mare's words were not only true, but they were the credo she had told herself repeatedly in the recent past. "Any other night," she replied with a sad smile. "It would have been me telling you that. I know I am formed through my experiences, my greatest asset, I think, is the ability to endure - to continue even though I may be a little beaten and broken. Resilience keeps me from shattering," she eyed the full moon still dominating the quiet sky. "Though sometimes that is tested."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:13 pm
"Life is full of tests," Idris said, just barely keeping her tone from sounding dismissive. "I try not to think too hard on things that upset me. Especially if they're in the past. You give memories power over yourself, just as they shape who you are. If you give the bad memories too much power, you'll make yourself miserable." She paused to consider what she had just said and sighed. "Of course, I guess that's easier said than done, huh?" she finished, sheepishly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:24 pm
"It is difficult," Amaranth agreed quietly. "But it is sound advise nonetheless. I promise, I'm usually in better spirits. But you must tell me how someone so young became so wise," she implored. Truly the mare seemed both youthful and sagacious all at once.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 1:14 pm
“Oh, geez,” Idris chuckled. “Wise? Me? Nah… I’m not wise. Honestly, I haven’t had a whole lot of experiences of my own, just a big family. I’ve got a mother and a father and a sister and a brother. Plus my Aunt Sonja. My parents and Aunt Sonja have been through a LOT. Mostly before my sibs and I came along. Ma swears to me that things settled down a bit when we were born, but I’m pretty sure that had more to do with Papa shifting most of his attention toward us rather than chasing after Aunt Sonja on all her crazy adventures. And… you know… having a son that was less inclined to wander off and thus what he would consider…erm… sensible?” She chuckled again. “Most of what you call wisdom comes from watching and listening to my mother. I think I said this, you remind me a great deal of my mother.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 3:07 pm
"Again I thank you for your compliment," she said softly. "You are very sweet. And your family sounds very sweet as well, though perhaps a little exuberant, but that's part of their charms." In that moment she missed her own family immensely. That had been one of the great set backs connected with her self imposed exile. It wasn't that her family wouldn't take her back, but she couldn't image facing them after what had happened. She had defended her love valiantly and in return she had been deserted. Exactly as they had foretold. Even though they were the flutters, her family always said the lower landers were the flighty ones and couldn't be trusted. And they had been right 100 times over. She shook her head to clear her mind and muttered, "Stupid moon."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 3:10 pm
“Oh, come now,” Idris chided, lightly. “There’s no need to be insulting. Unless the moon did something to personally offend you?”
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 4:08 pm
"No, the moon didn't personally insult me. But it does affect my mood. It makes me think too much," Amaranth said quietly. "Thinking is not always the best practice, especially when they are unpleasant facts. But I don't suppose you ever have those types of troubles. A young life such as yours is full of life and promise-" the though flitted across her mind that she really wasn't all that separated in age from the other mare but life experiences make all the differences.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 12:37 pm
"I guess I have been pretty blessed," Idris conceded. "I haven't had a whole lot to stress over. I guess if I took more after my pops then it'd be different, but.. yeah... But I like to spread it forward when I can."
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