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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:46 pm
 The night had just begun, but already Nostalgia had found herself roaming the fields, her chains rattling behind her with each step she took. More restless than usual, her mind had become troubled. She knew it was growing closer to time; the Spirits were calling her. But did she want to leave? Was she ready?
Thoughts continued to run wild in her head as her ethereal horn lit up her path, her lavender hooves continuing their never-ending journey. There would be so much to leave behind, both good and bad. The heartache, her family, her friends. What was she going to do? But, really, what choice did she have in the end? She was made with a sole purpose, so denying that purpose was out of the question to begin with. Whether she wanted to or not, she had a duty to return to, and that was that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:51 pm
 The blue tinted mare kept her gait light, as she traveled through these familiar lands. She had been able to play here as a foal, only sometimes though.. As daddy had said she was too close to danger.. Though that danger still remained to be seen.
She cast her amethyst color eyes to the sky, and then back to teh path which she was walking. She hadnt recieved the eye color from the genes of her father.. She was unsure if they were her mothers eyes, or merely a mix of hues.
She smiled, flicking her mane of braid and curl back from her neck, letting it fall gracefully back among her throat.
She flicked her curled tail, removing the flies from her rump that landed not so gracefully amongst her.
Her hooves, the hooves of a unicorn, didnt match her hornless head. She was quite the oddball.
The sky was dark, and she enjoyed it. Finally.. She was familiar again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:06 pm
Off in the distance, a wolf's howl sent Nostalgia's head rising, the lantern in her mouth dangling as it swung. It had been months since she had taken her guiding light with her, but now it was a constant need, a reminder of what was to come.
As her head rose, her vision did as well, and it wasn't long before she spotted a mirroring image out in the distance. It looked... similar to her own reflection, only with details missing. She seemed free, this creature, who looked so much like herself. No horn, no wings, no dress, and no lantern. Merely braids and flowers and tan legs mingling in with her pale hue.
Wait... tan?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:10 pm
Naina turned her head, her gaze catching sight of the light that gleamed from the lantern in the mare's mouth.
She cocked her head, keeping her ears erect, and her eyes wide. She stopped, not even swishing her tail.
This was the mare.. That had been in her dreams. That had been the first mare she'd seen as a foal.. It was.
"Mother." She whispered, keeping her eyes open, as if she closed them, the mare would do as it always did.. Dissappear when she opened them.. As it had been merely a dream.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:22 pm
The illusional mare seemed too real to be a hallucination. And the tan leg markings most definitely did not belong to her, nor did she wear them herself. Which could only resolve to being one thing, the one thing she never thought she'd see again since that fateful day in the field, where so many hearts found themselves torn and confused.
Silently, she continued her approach, her eyes never leaving the pale mare ahead of her. What were the chances this encounter would happen? And with such timing with the plans already set out ahead of her?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:28 pm
Naina walked closer, seeing the other mare walk closer. Half expecting the illusion to dissenagrate. Her ears were still up, and alert as she came closer.
Her eyes were wide. Staring. Staring. This mare, was beautiful. .So ethereal.. She now knew her voice had meaning. She had always had the echo of a ghostly voice, and when she walked, she had such grace she seemed to float.. She now knew she had inherited them from the mother shed never known.
What would she say to this mare? Surely she couldnt jtsu say hi.. But..
"Hello.."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:43 pm
The voice threw her off. It sounded so different... was there something wrong with her? It was almost eeire, the softness in her voice. A voice only the Spirits would whisper in Nos's ear, but Nos herself never used. In the Realm of the Living, Nostalgia was a horse, and just a horse. It was only when she returned to the Spirit World was she any different.
Laying the lantern on the ground at her uncloven hooves, Nos raised her head once again and greeted her back, tilting her curved horn in the mare's direction.
"Good evening." she said in her gentle voice, unsure of what to say next. What did one say to a child she's layed eyes on only twice before? No doubt the mare probably despised her... there was no telling what her Father had said of her since their last meeting. But then again, how many of those words of his were no doubt true?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:47 pm
She gave a little smile.. It was all she could muster. If she beamed, she'd scare the gentle mare off.
"Forgive me for being so bold.. But are you.. Are you.."
She wanted to ask the mare if she was indeed her mother, but she couldnt bring herself to utter the word she'd never really used due to never having one.
"Are you my mother?"
She tilted her own head, coming closer to Nostalgia.
She had no horn adorning her head, but that made her no less as interesting as Nos.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:02 pm
A smile drew up from Nostalgia's lips, as she tilted her head once more. There was no venom in the other mare's voice, which was most definitely a good sign. A very good sign indeed.
"Yes, that I am." she agreed, glancing over the mare's form. Oh, how she had grown since they had last seen one another! The tiny foal with her dress had turned into a beautiful mare with hauntingly familiar eyes. Nostalgia couldn't help but feel she was looking into a reflection of herself when she gazed into the eyes of her daughter. "But I assume you could already figure that out from our... similarities?"
Her heart lept out towards the mare, who seemed so confused standing there. She wanted nothing more than to walk forward and embrace her, to shower her with the affection she was unable to give her as a foal. But she would refraim from doing so... at least for now.
"And you are Naina, if I'm not mistaken?" The older mare asked, the name never having left her memories.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:09 pm
The mares head raised in surprise, her eyes wide, but happiness caught in her features.
Her mother hadnt forgotten her name? Well surely if she had left her.. then.... But no, this mare couldnt have abandoned her. This mare, with her kind face, and soft smile.. Even the familiarity that was her eyes.
"I kind of assumed from the similarities yes." She replied, her own smile growing.
"Yes ma'am. My name is Naina Juliana Belle Morte. And I think, quite possibly, I have the longest name of any of the Soquili here, so Naina is fine."
She blinked, and looked at her mother from under her dark lashes.
How she wanted to hug her mother. Touch her, just once. But for now, she kept herself down. Time would tell.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:33 pm
"Naina Juliana Belle Morte..." Nostalgia mused aloud, rolling the name off of her tongue. It was definitely a long one, and extravagent at that. But she had come to expect that from Jean-Claude, who was no doubt still more romantic than ever. Perhaps he found what he was looking for, since Nostalgia knew she was not the one to fit the bill for his needs.
"Naina." she said again, accustoming her name to her vocabulary once again, "Well, you are more than welcome to call me what you wish. I realize that I haven't fulfilled my maternal responsibilities towards you, so in that case, you are free to call me by my given name of Nostalgia, or Nos, or whatever other name you find fitting for the mare who gave birth to you that winter night so long ago."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:39 pm
She smiled, feeling the urge, and finally going through with it, she nipped at a braid in the mares mane. She didnt pull, and she didnt play.. Just nipped it, and released.
"I shall call you mother.. As Ive been waiting for you to come, and have the name bestowed. For no doubt, you are a mother. To my two siblings I have met. "
Her and Trev had gotten along not at all.. He hated her for what she had been, and she respected that. But her and Memory? They seemed to get along all right, as she had had run ins with both the lot.
"I shall call you mother, because a mother is whom fills your dreams.. As such, you have done."
She didnt mean to be.. weird. But she'd never been able to call anyone mother, because she truly knew, she had a mother out there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:54 pm
Nos was taken aback by her sudden movement, but after realizing what she had done, gave another gentle smile in the young mare's direction. She had felt honored the child still wanted her after all this time... after all that drama.
She took a step forward and gently nuzzled against the other mare's head in affection, careful not to scratch her with her sharp horn. She was warm to the touch, and Nostalgia felt her own heart warm as she embraced the daughter she had sworn to forget so many many months ago. She knew she loved Naina, just as much as she loved her other two offspring, but little Naina had never known what it felt to be loved by a mother she never had. And Nos regretted it... oh, how she regretted it.
And now the time was nearing that she would leave all of them. It was now or never if she was to ever catch up with Naina, before she left.
Taking a step back, Nostalgia leaned down and picked up the lantern. Turning, she slipped it's long handle into the waistband ribbon tied across her body, and took another step forward, meeting Naina's eyes.
"Walk with me, my dear?" she requested, motioning her head in the direction of the field ahead of them. "We have much to talk about.... and how is your father, by the way?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:07 pm
Naina relished the touch her mother gave her. She knew this meeting would end eventually, and her mother would be lost to the world again, and she'd never truly see her again..
But she'd have the memories of her mothers touch.. Of a mothers love. Instead of a cold shell that should have been filled, but had never been given the opportunity.
"Yes ma'am.."
She turned, to follow her mother. She was going to remember these times forever, and this was a major turning point in her life.
"Father is as fine as can be expected. He is still the same gallic stallion I met when I emerged. But he tends, he tends to live alone. He doesnt really go out anymore."
She said, remembering her fathers words.
'If you leave.. You are abandoning yourself..'
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:23 pm
Nostalgia was amused, at first, by her daughter's description of Jean-Claude. He hadn't seemed to have changed a bit since the day she had met him, but when Naina mentioned his dormant nature, Nos's smile turned downwards.
"Your father doesn't go out any longer?" she reiterated, making sure of what she heard. "That's... very unlike him. He has always had the tendancy to wander about, even doing so while I was heavy with you and your siblings."
She glanced away to get a glimpse at the starry sky above them, pondering the changes the entire family had gone through. Turning back towards her middle child, she asked, "And yourself? Do you still live with him? You mentioned him being alone, but I wasn't sure if you were including yourself in the situation..."
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