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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:32 pm
Sibalto said nothing, secretly quite surprised at Ayden's ability to pick up the skills so fast.. More often than not, one had to stumble more than once before things became smooth... Ayden made a mistake, then moved past it. And that was it... He had it.. Or at least, a pretty good grasp of it...
"Well done... Brilliant." He grinned, prancing in place, excited and happy at how well the lesson was going. "Really well done. Are you sure you've not done all this before?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:46 pm
What could only be described as a huge smile spread across his face. He loved being praised more then anything else in the world and to be praised by one he respected was a wonderful feeling indeed. "Kind of, my momma taught me how to do a figure eight when I was little so I grew up with it." He allowed his smile to fade slightly but not burn out. The time he'd had didn't matter to him, he had performed all the same and was pleased with himself. Natural talent or not he was proud.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:41 am
"An excellant teacher then, your Lady Mother..." Sibalto rumbled politely. "Twas my father and elder brother who helped me with my dancing, at first... Though Kiralto -my brother- was not much older than I... Only a year... Father was our true teacher, until the humans took over..."
He shrugged off his past with a flick of his silver tail. "Well then, shall we do another, and then see where we stand? A practice with lead changes perhaps?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 7:54 am
Ayden beamed hearing his mother being complemented, he would have to tell her next time he saw her. His expression shifted as the story changed though. His brother and father taught him until the humans took over? What did that mean? Weren't the humans always there? How could they take over if they were already there?
Shaking his head the leopard spotted stallion plopped his butt on the ground and cocked his head to the side. "No...I wanna know what happened with the humans." He said golden eyes shining with questions. His dance lessons could wait his curiosity demanded satisfaction. His curious nature could be his downfall at points but that didn't matter as long as he learned what he wanted.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:32 pm
"What happened with the humans?" Sibalto echoed, tilting his head to the side, eyes wide and slightly bewildered. "What do you? Oh... When they took over? I was born in Spain -a country very far away across the sea- and trained at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna. The farm I was born on kept me with my dam for awhile.. And eventually I and the colts were all turned into a paddock together, where I spent much time with my brother Kiralto.. He had spent some time being trained, and passed on his knowledge.. And eventually we were able to take lessons from my father, the most celebrated of Sires... When we were old enough we were taken to the school where the humans began training our gaits to coincide with commands..."
He trailed off with a faint smile. "Not that interesting..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 7:29 am
Not that interesting? How was that not interesting? He came from across the great waters from some strange land with something called a farm and places where two-leggers taught horses how to dance. That was amazing and he soon found himself unable to sit still any longer.
Leaping to his feet he grinned at Sibalto golden eyes wide with amazement. "Two-leggers taught you how to dance?" He asked his words slurring together slightly his tongue not able to keep up with the speed of his thoughts. "And what's a farm? Is it like those big rocks way out in the big waters? And where's your brother and dad? Did they come here too?" In his excitement he hadn't realized how hurtful his words and questions could be. All that mattered was his curiosity.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:46 am
Sibalto smiled, the questions not causing him any pain. He had explained all of this before, it did not hurt as much as it used to. He missed his brother, missed his sire and dam.. But as far as he knew, they were not here... One day? Perhaps.. But for now.
"Two-leggers taught me how to dance when they asked me too." He murmured. "My father, brother, and my own heart taught me how to dance. A farm is like a big herd all staying in one village... A bunch of builings -bigger than teepees and built of wood- house us at night... My brother Kiralto and my Sire Alto Rien are both at the farm, I imagine... One day they might come here... I hope to see them again, one day..."
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