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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:35 pm
The white stallion shrugged. "Don't know, I've never actually met another albino but from what I know redish pink, pale blue and purplish eyes are all possible for those of us who where behind the bushes when the pigment was handed out." Blue, in his opinion, was the best of the three options. Pinky-red creeped people out and purple was a bit... well, it would look good on a mare, put it like that.
Were they on harder ground now? The sound of Cressida's hooves was louder, somewhat easier to follow. The confidence of the white stallion’s strides increased somewhat "The burning isn't too bad, just normal sunburn so long as I'm careful," Morthan went on. "If I end up stuck in midday sun I get worse burns, sores and things; pretty nasty. I've learned to avoid the worst of it over the years though; you needn't worry about me. Thank you anyway though," Morthan smiled at the patch of blackness that he thought contained the other Reya. “It is nice to have people think about you.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:30 pm
"Purplish? I didn't know albinos could have purple eyes, too. And that's an amusing way of putting it," she said with a laugh, flicking an ear. "I know a few nequus who were behind the same bush when intelligence was handed out." She continued her pace and her heavily placed footsteps also continued. He seemed to be following a bit easier now, too, so it seemed a good idea on her part to trod so.
"Well that's good, I suppose, though not very appealing," she admitted thoughtfully, thinking on his condition. How would it be to get instant sunburn every time you stepped into the sun? Or worse? She shuddered to think of it. Poor Morthan, how did he deal with such conditions? "You're welcome, Morthan. If there's anything I can do I'll be more than glad to help." She furrowed her brow, trying to think. "Oh! Maybe we can get the humans to make a blanket for you. That would at least cover part of you from the sun, I think. It might help, but I'm not sure how we'd get them to make one for you."
"Yes, it is nice to have others think about you," she said with a nod. "I wonder, sometimes, if my mother still thinks about me. I suppose she does, I just think the depressed part of my mind says she doesn't because it's been so long, but I believe she still cares and is looking for me," she said with a final nod.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:21 pm
Morthan frowned thoughtfully at the mare's suggestion. "A blanket eh? I'd never thought of that but it's a good idea. Communication would be hard though, you're right. Humans are bright things but I've never managed to communicate with one very well. The best I managed was pointing at something I wanted and either nodding or shaking my head to questions." He'd have to look into that; a blanket could be really helpful.
"In any case, your mother," the white stallion went on with a smile. "I've been a parent Cressida and, though my children are long grown, I still think about them at least once a day. A parent never forgets their foal, I can assure you of that." He still missed them, too. Perhaps he’d run into one of them on this little jaunt of his, that would be nice.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:49 pm
She bobbed her head, ears perked. "Yeah, a blanket might help, in my opinion. It would cover part of you, at least, and I think it would help a bit. Might make you a bit warmer, but at least it would help shield you from the sun." She shrugged. It might help, she thought. Couldn't do any harm. "I could try and help you with that, Morthan."
A clawed thumb reached up to rid the gilded mare of an itch on her neck, then she stretched the wing before replacing it at her side. She couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I suppose that's true. I've not had foals yet, so I couldn't say. It is nice of you to say that, though. It does make me feel a touch better," she said with a smile, twirling her muscular tails.
It did make her feel a bit better. It seemed to reaffirm her thoughts that her mother still cared for her and was looking for her. It took a few moments for something else Morthan said to register. "Oh! Your children, how many did you have? What did they look like?" She was quite interested now, for some reason. "Is it hard to raise foals? I never got a chance to ask my mother, and I don't know if I'll ever have foals, but it's nice to know, just in case."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:13 pm
"Hard to raise foals... humm..." the white stallion frowned thoughtfully. "In some ways," he went on eventually. "Knowing what to teach them about the world when, knowing when to be honest and when to fabricate a bit to protect them from the worst of life when they’re very small. It comes quite naturally though, or that's what I found with my girls."
Smiling faintly to himself, the albino cast his mind back to the first days of hid children’s' lives. Without sight to distract him he found he could picture it almost perfectly. "I had three daughters, lovely things all of them if a bit rambunctious. The eldest was black save for her legs and eyes, which were blue. The middle girl was golden with a blue mane, blue eyes and tipping on her tails. The last was blue but with a black mane and gold eyes. I'm not sure which side of the family they got their colour from; the blue I think must have been their mother but both of us had gold in our blood. I don't know if I'm capable of passing on any colour, being as I am, but either way they all grew up to be beautiful mares."
How old would they be now? Older than Cressida looked but still young things if he'd worked it out right. Would they have foals of their own? Probably; they'd all been healthy and had taken healthy mates. One of these days he really had to get around to tracking them down and finding out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:43 pm
She bobbed her head a bit, listening to him as she continued plodding along. It was aggravating to take such heavy steps, but she liked the thought that it helped Morthan along. How awful it must be to be blind. She shifted her gaze to the heavens above, gazing at the scattered stars in the night sky, and noting the moon's position. It had been darker when she had first found Morthan. Was it getting lighter? She hoped so; maybe Morthan would regain his eyesight before all the stars faded?
"I always thought if I ever had foals I wouldn't know what in the world to do with them. I was always a rambunctious little thing," she said with a laugh, one ear perked forward to listen for anything ahead of them she could miss, and one ear tilted backwards, to catch Morthan's words. "Your daughters sound lovely, Morthan. And I think you might be able to pass on colors. You show your albino genes, but I think you carry other colors that can be passed on to your children. I'm not sure, though."
She gazed back upwards; yes, it was definitely getting lighter, slowly but surely. She turned her head back to look at him, ears pointed in his direction. "I think it's getting lighter outside. How early in the morning do you regain your eyesight?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:33 am
Dawn was coming? That was good; soon he wouldn't have to rely on Cressida's hoofbeats anymore. "When the sun starts to rise," the pale stallion informed his companion. "If it's a clear morning I start seeing a little earlier than if it's cloudy."
This being warm wet D'ob, cloudy was usually the situation so far as he had experienced in his short time here so far. Not that he was complaining about that; it made it far easier for him to move about during the day. Shaded sunlight was a good trade for a small delay in recovering his sight, Morthan felt.
"I felt rather overwhelmed when they were born," the albino said after a moment, his mind wandering back to their previous topic of conversation. "Spent the first couple of days panicking quietly to myself. I calmed down after that, until they wanted to learn to fly where upon I panicked again for a day or two. Two parents trying to keep three excitable fillies from breaking their necks as they tried their wings out. Somewhat exhausting, as I'm sure you can imagine," the blue-eyed Reya concluded with a chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:16 am
She listened, bobbing her head every so often. Even though he couldn't see her nodding, it was still a force of habit to nod all the same. "It looks like it should rise within a few minutes." Her pale green eyes glanced around at their surroundings, then up at the heavens. "It isn't foggy at all this morning. I can't see many clouds at all, either. The stars are beginning to fade, as well."
One tail curled around her hind leg, prodding at an itch there, before falling down to join its counterparts. She couldn't help but grin at his explanations. "I'll bet my mother was panicking with me, I wasn't exactly the calmest or quietest filly. Flying must have been especially hard on her," she said with a small chuckle. "My mother was always exhausted when the day was over. That was before we got separated," said the gilded mare, the smile on her muzzle disappearing in an instant, her tone changing as well. "I still can't get over that. I hope he got what was coming to him, the back-stabbing little git. Of course I couldn't call him little at the time, but he was smaller than my mother, so technically he is little. Acted little, too." She snorted, ears flicking back a bit. Why did nequus like him have to walk Urin? They weren't fit to even be here, in her opinion. Let them take the suicidal flight across the ocean. Teach them a lesson...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:10 am
Morthan snorted and gave a nod in response. "Any arse that separates youngsters from their parents deserves to fall off the top of Casa Tiner so far as I'm concerned." He hadn't been all that young when he'd been split from his family but it still hadn't been a nice experience.
Was that something on the... well probably on the horizon? He thought he could see the beginnings of light; a subtle change in the blackness that currently surrounded him. "I think you're right about the sun," he commented, squinting thoughtfully. "Pretty soon I'll be able to see where the hell I'm going." The albino gave a whicker of amusement and grinned in Cressida's general direction. "Won't that be nice?" he commented with a chuckle.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:11 pm
She couldn't help but laugh. "No, they deserve the wrath of the parents they took their children from. I think the parents would do much, much worse than push him off of Casa Tiner," she said, laughing again. "I hope that's what my mother did, anyway. Beat the crap out of him, the little git. He was never nice to me, only in front of my mother, but when she wasn't looking he would always give me the nastiest looks. Always told me not to go running to mother if I was mean, because I deserved it. I still don't know why," she explained with a frown, thinking on it, and twitched her tails absent-mindedly. "He always told me if I didn't behave I'd end up dead, just like my father. As if he could have kn--" she froze in mid-step, eyes wide. How did the little git know of her father? Surely her mother told her that her father had disappeared, but was he dead, or did he abandon them, or what else? It hadn't occurred to her until just now, that the brainless oaf had always sounded as if he'd known her father was dead for sure, always noted the little smirk he'd wear while saying the word 'dead,' always, always was certain to never say such a thing within earshot of her mother. Could the idiot know what had happened to her father? How could he? The train of thought lasted merely seconds, but she resumed her pause, her tone a notch softer, still thinking. "As if he could have known for sure my father was dead."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 4:16 am
At the pause in hoofbeats, Morthan paused too; ears swivelling about cautiously. Was it her own words that had given the other Reya pause or was there something else wrong? A moment later however, the mare continued speaking and the albino relaxed. "A guess?" he suggested with a shrug. "Perhaps he just assumed, or wanted to intimidate you." All possible explanations, certainly but the blue-eyed stallion had to admit that it was still a little odd.
"I think you're right about the wrath of parents though," he commented aloud after a few seconds of silence. "An Ichsa stallion, pretty thing he was, tried to make off with one of my daughters once." Morthan grinned into the light-tinged blackness. "I beat five shades of s**t out of him and sent him packing." A pity he hadn't been able to leave the b*****d with any lasting marks but, considering the tendril-winged thing's demeanour, the humiliation of being beaten up by an old Reya covered in mud had probably been worse than any scar he could have dealt out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:25 pm
She shook her head and continued walking, ears swiveled backwards to hear him talking. "A guess perhaps, though he always sounded so sure of it whenever he said it," she frowned, flicking an ear, "but there's no use dwelling on it. I'll need to ask my mother whenever I find her," and she nodded, adjusted her wings a bit.
"Wrath of parents, yes. I know if I ever have children, I'll be damned before I let someone hurt them or take them away, I don't want them going through what I've gone through," and she snorted, twitching her tails. Disgusting little git stallion, but his next statement brought her back to reality. "Oh?" My, the trouble Ichsa stallions seemed to cause. "Sounds like he got what was coming to him," she said with a laugh. Why did it seem Ichsa stallions thought they could take everything? Then again, not all of them did, she thought. Maurice was as nice as any other she'd met, save Nestra. Not all Ichsas were bad, but a lot of them certainly seemed to be. "Did your daughter agree with the stallion or with you, in that argument?" She had heard that lots of Reya fathers liked to arrange matings, though she couldn't imagine Morthan doing so. He just didn't seem like the kind of controlling father to arrange mates for his children.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:36 am
Morthan chuckled softly at his companion's question. "With me," he informed her with a bob of his head. "I seem to remember she said that if all she was looking for in a mate was beauty she'd marry the sunrise. Always were poetic were my daughters." To him, by and large, words were tools but his daughters had taken after their dam in their ability to play around with them.
"I had to cover myself in mud to go and fight him," the white stallion recalled with a grin. "It kept the sun off very well but it itched like mad and managed to get into the cut he gave me. Took an age to heal that did," he added, glancing down at his shoulder where, not so very long ago, a faint scar had still been visible.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:49 am
Morthan fought him, covered in mud? A broad grin appeared on her muzzle, and she laughed. "Oh, brilliant! I bet he loved that, eh? Got beaten by a mud-covered stallion with eye problems, no offense meant on your part. But still, the poor git must've had a tough time living that down." She tossed her mane, thinking on it, but managed to stop laughing, though she still smiled at the thought. "But it seems like the mud was a good idea. At least it kept the sun off you. Unfortunate that it got into the cut, though, sounds like it would've hurt even more because of the mud. At least it healed, though. I don't know if you can say as much for that stallion's pride though," she said with another grin and a chuckle.
"And yes, sounds like she had a way with words," she added after a thoughtful pause. She didn't think she had any good sort of way with words, she just... used them. Nothing special. Her mother, too, though she always sounded so proper. She flicked an ear, then turned her gaze to watch the sun make its lazy ascent into the heavens in the east. She glanced back at the albino as best she could, ears perked forward. "Can you see yet, Morthan? I think the sun has almost fully come out from behind the horizon, now."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 10:07 am
He didn't know what had happened to the stallion come to think of it; the git had fled and not been heard from since so far as he was aware. The young creature had said that it wasn't over, or words to that effect... He'd have to be careful not to run into the b*****d whilst he couldn't see or no doubt he'd end up with a hole through his neck before he could say 'oh sh-'
"Yes, he'd even said he could wait to see me all covered in mud at his hooves," the blue-eyed stallion commented, squinting at the world around him as he tried to work out and answer to the mare's question. “That backfired a bit if I say so myself,” he added with a smirk.
Yes, now he concentrated he could see to a degree. A coloured glow far away and, close to him, shadowy grey shapes. Blurred and mixed up though they were he thought he was able to make out trees, bushes and... Something ahead of him smearing.
Cressida.
"I think I can actually," the albino smiled. "If I'm right it's getting to the stage when my vision mostly fades in. Next minute or two I should be able to see pretty well, though clarity will improve as the morning wears on." It would be good to get a look at his guide at last; so far he'd managed to keep himself from giving the disembodied voice a face lest he get that odd feeling of displacement of discovering he'd made an erroneous assumption about what another Nequus looked like.
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