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 Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 9:01 am
"Perhaps it is, at that! Just because it's not down here to ask doesn't mean it can't harbor insidious intents." Smiling cheerfully, Guilian offered that rather sage bit of wisdom to the mare, amused at how even an echoing conversation could take on an element of deliberate humor. Obviously there was a lot to be said for the practice of taking words out of context!
He was still smiling as the mare nuzzled him, inclining his head graciously in acceptance of her thanks...or rather, her attempted thanks. "You are most welcome, Chica; and I think that a bit of rest anf relaxation out of the sun would be marvelous."
This was in response to her clear indication of the tree, something he was only too willing to take advantage of. After all, he was standing in water halfway up his legs, for goodness sake! And being soggy was never exceptionally pleasant, moreso when the water was cold.
"Come, Chica, the willow is calling us and it would be rude to ignore." Smiling, he started off for the tree; however, his pace was slow, so that the mare could remain under his protective wing. No sense in getting a sunburn yet!
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:54 pm
"Insidious Sun." she agreed. "It is, it is!" she chirped as the stallion started for the willow. "Willow calling Guilian?" her voice was puzzled. How was it calling? What was it saying? Why couldn't she hear it?As they moved up onto the bank, she took the opportunity to step a bit away from the stallion and shake herself feverishly.
Uggg, she hadn't been cold under the rock, but then the sun had burned her and now she was chilled under the willow. She gave a delicate shiver, and then preened her wings, plucking out some moss that had been un-noticed. Really, she should work on that appearance thing... She was almost embarassed next to this crimson stallion, what with his carefully primped appearance, she felt almost slovenly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:53 am
Chuckling, Guilian turned to the mare, shaking his head in dismissal of the mare's apparent confusion. Sometimes, people could be far too literal for their own good! Still, that was hardly a bad thing. Just one more thing he was able to correct!
"Not in so many words, Chica, but the message is there. It calls us with the spread of it's branches, the drape of it's leaves, the coolness of it's shadow. THAT is how it calls us, and it's rude to ignore a directness of that sort, wouldn't you agree?"
Looking back at the mare, Guilian was just in time to catch the shiver. Well, that was no good. "Are you cold, Chica?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:04 am
The listened to the stallion's explanation, nodding her agreement. "Yes." she said finally- in response to both of his questions. "Willow call me." she agreed. It was beautiful, truly, and she settled herself on the grass under the tree, a fluffy, winged lump. And... "Yes, Echo cold. Guilian cold?" she glanced up at him with half-closed green eyes. So cold and wet even her eyes hurt. Yeesh. She fluffed up her wings, trying to curl the rest of her body in a position that they could wrap around her easier.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:48 am
It was easy to tell that Echo was feeling a bit uncomfortable; everything about her posture (rather like that of a wet bird) was a clear indication that she did NOT enjoy being cold. Personally he was fine, but then why WOULD he be cold?
Sauntering over to lean against the trunk of the tree near where Echo was lying, Guilian shook his head. "Not really, Echo-Chica, but I happen to be used to this sort of temperature change. You were in the water for a long time, so it's understandable you are cold, yes?"
Of course it was. "But if you remain chilled, you are welcome to borrow a wing, Chica." Yes, she could cuddle up under his wing any time!
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:05 am
She blinked up at him. "Echo borrow wing." she agreed. After all, he looked pleased as punch over there, barely wet. "Long time in water, so cold." she stood up and sidestepped over to him hesitantly, making a little face. How exactly could she borrow his wing? She pondered, head tilting to the side, examining the wing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:59 pm
"Well if you're cold, Chica, the least I can do is help warm you up." Chuckling a bit, Guilian proceded to extend the wing in question over the mare's body, it taking on the role of fluffy feathered blanket. "Hopefully this will help you warm up for now, Chica..."
For now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:11 pm
If Izusa could tear the eyes from her head she thought that she would. For they only ever seemed to cause her painful stress lately. Tight breath inwards..or maybe it was the extra weight she was carrying? It seemed to have grown these past days, her appetite growing, the belly swinging lower.
As she meandered along, she'd seen first the flash of crimson, then his scent followed closely. And then she registered the two..the second scent - yet another damn female! Her wings shook as she tried to suppress her anger; she didnt really want to get overheated once more, Yzma had said there was a chance that it would send her into early labour.
She bit her lower lip, piercing the skin until it bleed and moved with firm steps, out and round in front of the cuddling pair, only looking up when she was facing them, sending a cold look to both of them, her gaze locking onto Guilian.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:28 pm
Echo leaned into him gratefully, teeth chattering together. "Guilian help." she muttered, and gave him a faint smile. Ugg, she really didn't know whether to be grateful to him or not. He'd both brought her conversation, and he'd also, however accidentally, been the instrument of her current discomfort.
The scent of another made her head go up, nostrils flaring, pulling in the scent, a mere moment before the other female stepped out in front of them. She smelled blood. Danger. As the female stepped into sight, she blinked. It was a beautiful mare, but she had the teeth of a predator, and strong wings like those of a bat. And her tail was very eerie, and....
Okay, Echo was creeped out.
And with the way she was looking at Guilian, Echo decided it might be in her best interests to step away from him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:40 pm
Even if he HADN'T noticed Izusa's arrival (which would have, frankly, been impossible), there was no way he would have missed Echo moving away. Probably a smart move on her part...
Unlike the last time he'd encountered Izusa while in the prescence of another, there wasn't anything remotely compromising about his current state. Naturally, it was a little depressing that he hadn't been able to lay a bit more groundwork, but all things condsidered this had been a successful meeting.
Consequently, there wasn't even a hint of petulance or annoyance in the stallion's expression as he greeted the new arrival. "Good afternoon, Izusa-Chica. I see that the foals aren't giving you much trouble today, for you are out and walking about. Are you feeling well? Do you need something?"
However, THIS time he wasn't going to help create any impressions. Glancing at Echo, he gestured neatly at Izusa. "Echo-chica, this is Izusa; Izusa-Chica, this is Echo. She's a bit waterlogged and chilled from drowsing under a rock in the water, so I kindly offered her my wing to dry off with. Echo, Izusa-chica is, as you can likely tell, carrying foals. My foals, specifically."
There! A nice intro all around.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:48 pm
Izusa licked the blood away, the coppery taste lingering on her tongue for a moment. She eyed him severely before looking at the limp looking mare at his side. What was his fascination with mares that looked like primped-up show offs? Another one with curled mane and tail.
'She has her own wings.' she commented in a dry voice.
'And she doesnt look like a helpless foal - although appearances are often very decieving.'
She had managed to keep her voice deceptively level, Guilian would been thrown she knew.
'My foals are fine.' she replied, still cast icy glances at the mare.
'It is soon.' she winced, as the once more active foals moved around energetically.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:55 pm
Echo's eyes lit up with understanding, and she couldn't stop the accusing look she gave Guilian. Really, leaving his mate all alone to go put FLOWERS in his mane, and then being so very kind and generous as to stay and give her company... no wonder the other mare was upset. "Guilian and Izusa babies?" She smiled. Congratulations, she'd say, if she could. But right now the mare looked to be in almost pain. "Echo has own wings, yes. Echo cold, Echo waterlogged. Guilian help warm up." she shivered again, to make her point.
As Izusa winced, Echo instinctively took a step forward, but danced back, also by instinct, not to get close to this mare with the perfect teeth to bite and cause much pain. "Izusa un-fine. Babies bite?" Or maybe the babies were waterlogged too, from being inside their mother.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 5:43 pm
"Her wings are wet as well, Izusa-Chica, so they are hardly suited to keep warm with. And yes, Echo-Chica, they are our babies."
Obvious questions aside, Guilian was actually a bit surprised at how this was working out. Izusa was shooting looks venomous enough to stun a buffalo, true; but considering the violence she'd exhibited last time, he couldn't believe she was being so...restrained.
Maybe all that he'd been saying had FINALLY sunk in.
And speaking of sinking in...
"Soon? You mean the birth, Chica?" How soon was 'soon', anyway?
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 10:55 am
'Izusa is carrying 3 heavy foals.' she said, speaking for the simpleton mare, well she took her for being so given how she was currently speaking.
'They kick my insides. And then I find their father with another mare.' she snorted loudly, still showing considerable restraint. Or was there something else? A flood of hormones...
'Yes,' she replied to Guilian, her tail twitching a little.
'Days..hours even. I thought you would want to know.' her voice was heavily peppered with sarcasm.
'I'll leave you to your...little acts of charity.'
She turned on her hooves.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:22 am
Three? Echo made a face. How was the mare not popped? Goodness gracious, should she even be walking around? She remained silent and in place, watching the mare turn with naught but a dip of her head as a goodbye. The mare was expecting to drop foals in mere hours, would she not need their father by her side? Why was she leaving him?
Echo certainly wouldn't be that generous.
But this also wasn't about her, and so she remained quiet, tail twitching uncomfortably.
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