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 Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:33 pm
The small blue eyes studied the branch that hung limply in front of her breathe caused the brown curled leaf snapped and start to flutter to the ground. The foal’s brow furrowed, this wasn’t right at all. Not only where the branches hanging as if snow weighed them down but the leaves where bitter and crisp where was everything else around it was bright and green and reflected the sweet scent of summer. It needed help, Viski thought as she looked around, maybe some water would help it? She perked her ears knowing that somewhere near a stream flowed through the small copse that she had found nestled not far from her family’s home. She looked at the small tree again pausing to think again before prancing in a western direction where her nose could taste the sweet liquid. Visiki only paused for a moment to look at the decaying log that rested on the edge of the bank to see if there where any little creatures around before dipping her nuzzle in and sucking back the water. Letting her cheeks puff out quickly made her way back to the spot where the sapling was rooted and spit the water out around it. Now it was time to sit and wait, and wait, and well wait some more.
Nothing. Viski flicked her tail as she remained paused looking at it wishing the tree would perk up but her patience’s was getting the best of her. She didn’t know what else to do to and she didn’t want the tree to die! It was too young!
“What can I do? Why won’t you look better?” she replied her voice somewhat strained with a huff as she started to pout.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:20 pm
 He could go out, his mother had said, but he had to remain close by, no matter what sort of gift he thought he could bring back for Sita. His sister would understand. Hallon had never been willfully disobedient, but the pull of childish curiosity still had quite a hold on the young colt. His bronze hooves scuffed the soft earth as he minced his way through the shadows cast by long, strong branches that stretched overhead, keeping his ears pricked while blue eyes swept around on high alert. Surely there would be something new that Sita had never met before!
It was then that he heard a frustrated sort of huff, and he paused for a moment, tail wriggling before he made up his mind and went to investigate. It didn't quite phase him to see a young filly there, though her wings were something he had to stop and gawk at.
Of course, his mother's words rang in his head; he was being a little rude, just staring so. "Hi!" He chirped, his eyes traveling to her companion of sorts. "I'm Hallon. Are you talking to that tree? What's it saying?" He, unfortunately, seemed to lack the gift to hear all the words of the forest, but Sita didn't mind translating for him! It didn't strike him odd at all that she was talking to a quiet, sickly looking sapling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 3:13 pm
Viski’s ears flickered as she heard a rather cheerful voice behind her. The little winged filly flicked her wings as she turned to face the owner of the voice failing to realize it would have been anything and her safety appeared to be a lack of concern. With blue eyes darker than her own peered to be looking at her and the sapling that still remained rather droopy in appearance.
“I was talking to it,” Viski replied looking at the foal and back at the sapling “but it’s not saying let alone doing anything. I’m trying to save it, but…” The filly shook her head before looking at Hallow, her brow raised as she started to take a closer look at him. He was gold in color, much like the spots on her and her father, and what appeared to be a stick growing out of his head. He was odd, really odd, didn’t it hurt to have a stick in his head? And why wasn’t it bleeding? Even more curious the filly looked over his shoulder to see a small brush like tree sitting on his rump. Or was it growing? Now he made little sense to her.
“I’m Asshewequa Viskihyi, but you can call me Viski for short…. Why do you have a stick in your head and tree growing on you? Her face looking at him puzzled.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 6:24 pm
"Oh." Hallon didn't sound too discouraged, trotting a little closer to better peer at her friend of sorts. It didn't look very healthy, and the filly's words confirmed as much for him. Her name made his eyes grow round for a moment, but then she provided a shortcut, something easy that rolled off the tongue. Viski--he could remember that, it wouldn't get fouled up in his brain and on his tongue.
Her questions were something that gave him pause for a moment, looking surprised. "Oh, well, my mama gave them to me. She's got a tree too--it's her guardian, sorta!" He certainly looked pleased, and after a pause, inclined his head towards her.
"Where'd you get your wings from? My scales are from my daddy." So clearly, her wings had come from one of her parents, too! Wouldn't that make sense? "...Is there anything I can do to help?" Hallon looked a little abashed after a moment, glancing to the tree. He hoped he hadn't offended it too severely by ignoring it! "Does it have a name, too?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 9:47 pm
The young colt mentioned that the sick on his head and the tree on his back where from his mother, a guardian. A guardian of what? Trees? Her blue eyes looked curiously at him and then back at the tree, maybe he could help her with the tree! If his mother was a guardian and he had the same things she had maybe he could get the tree to grow again! No wonder why he mentioned that she was talking to the three! Most other would just think that they were crazy instead of asking what the tree said.
But before she could ask him for his help he mentioned that the scales that neatly edged his back like a fish were from his father. What an interesting family he sounded to have! No one in her family sounded that interesting! Well… actually they did she just hadn’t met them. Oh her wings! She had forgotten that she had them as she gave them a bit of a shuffle to look at them. “They aren’t from my father, nor my mother. My mother has wings though, but they are more like fairy wings. Daddy says my wings are from my grandmother but I haven’t meant her. She is my mommy’s mom so she is always busy away.” Giving a pause she looked at her wings again, her father didn’t have wings but he always seemed to be ok with it, neither did one of her brothers. She wondered if he had any siblings that looked like his mother too, or maybe more like their father.
She watched as he looked at the tree again, on no the tree she never got its name either! “Oh I don’t know I was…. So busy trying to feed it and hope that he would live, but if you have a tree on your back… then maybe you know what it should eat! Or…. Something” Viski replied curiously looking at him as if he had maybe some inherit magical powers from his mother.
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