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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:19 pm
"Papa, come O-OOOOO-OOONNNNN." One of the amazing abilities of the small child is that to make a simple one syllable word into many. A curiosu ability, it is often forgotten upon reaching adulthood, only to have the memory sharply returned the first time one's own children adopted the same trait.
As he walked along the forest path, Guilian looked fondly ahead of him at the whiner in question, his young daughter Amary. She was such an adorable thing...and with such spirit! Spirit, he ruefully had to admit, that often came back to bite him on the nose. Not that he minded that much, of course...
Raising a brow and grinning at the little ball of energey, Guilian couldn't help but laugh at the pout she currently sported. "Oho, so little Miss Amary is thinking we're going too slowly, hrm? Well, Little Miss Amary, maybe you should reflect on what is meant by a WALK."
Flattening her ears, Amary gave her father a long drawn-out sigh, that of someone who has to explain something to a fool. "PAPA, they say it's a walk 'cause you walk, but you don't have to JUST walk, right Leon?"
Cocking her head to one side, Amary looked expectantly at her brother. "Don't YOU think we're bein' too pokey, Leon?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:37 pm
Leon was meandering along beside his big father. His eyes and mind were wandering off and away, into dreamland. He saw trolls lurking behind trees, and pixies flitting among the leaves. He heard the call of the secretive whoopawhoopa bird he'd invented the night before. Only he knew that it had lovely purple feathers like his mother's hide, and long draping blue tail feathers, with diamond eyes and claws the size of his father's teeth.
He was musing so deeply about the Whoopawhoopa that he didn't even realize his sister was talking to him. His eyes were almost glazed over, and he wasn't watching where he was going. After his sister had already asked her question plaintively, the daydreamer tripped clumsily over a stone in the path, stumbled forwards, and rammed his sensitive muzzle into the bark of a nearby tree.
Stunned and in pain, he collapsed where he was and fought not to burst into tears. His nose smarted sharply, and his fetlock hurt a little where it had scraped the stone. Biting his lip, he raised tear-filled eyes to his father and sister, a growing sense of what he would later know as mortification, choking his throat with a large lump.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:46 pm
Guilian had turned his head towards his son just in time to witness the stumble, wincing slightly at the sight of what had to be a smrt rap on the nose. Poor Leon must not have been paying attention to where he was walking again...hopefully he hadn't hurt himself too badly.
However, before Guilian had a chance to so much as step towards his son, a red-violet blur was flying past him (not literally).
"LEON!" Shrieking like a banshee, Amary flung herself at her brother, neither thinking or caring that such forceful contact might not be the best following a collision. "Leon, you're CRYING! Is your nose broken? Your nose isn't broken, is it Leon, is it? Are you gonna be ok? Papa, is he going to be ok??"
Gone was the impatience in the face of this new tragedy; falling HURT after all, it it looked like Leon was hurt real bad. And that was even BADDER than when she got hurt, cause Leon hurt worse than she did, and she didn't LIKE to see him hurt!"Well????"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:58 pm
Dreams of the whoopawhoopa bird were banished in the face of harsh reality. He swallowed the lump and sniffled to prevent the tears from falling. And then his sister was there beside him. Nevermind that she nearly ran him over and gave one of his knees a painful rap with one hoof. She was there, and that was all he needed.
He leaned into his sibling like a shelter from a storm. She was always there for him, even when he made himself look pisitively stupid. She never doubted, never criticized, never mocked. And he loved her dearly.
"I'm alright, Marry," he mumbled softly. "It just stings. Like the tree tried to bite me." Suddenly his eyes got very round, and he looked up, up up at the towering tree that had 'bit' him. "It must not like me," he murmured in an awed, overcome voice. "He doesn't like anyone but whoopawhoopas near him." His fantasy world returned in a rush, replacing reality as it always did. "We need to move, Marry!"
With that, he scrambled to his hooves and set off at a gangly, clumsy gallop, his ears pinned to his head as if he were the fleetest horse in the world. Nevermind that he was merely going the speed of his father's trot. To him, he was flying from stark danger to his sister and he. In fact, at this point, he'd plumb forgotten that his father was with them. His whole world was himself, his imaginings, and his sister.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 8:06 pm
"....What doesn't like you? The tree? Leon, trees can't..."
Well, that hadn't taken long at all. As always seemed to happen, Amary had been talked into a state of confusion by things her brother said, things that he always SAID like they made sense, but really didn't. How could a tree not like him? It was a tree, it couldn't do anything to anybody anyhow!
Leon was like that lots. She didn't exactly understand, but Leon always seemed to, and that's what was important. But that didn't mean it made any more sense. "Leon, wait!!!" And then she too was tearing off down the path, a bit more graceful than her brother, but still in no danger of getting lost.
This was a fact Guilian knew very well, which was why he slowed down even more, smiling as he watched the two foals racing down the path. They were so different, those two; his spitfire and his daydreamer. But in spite of their differences, the two were devoted to each other with a devotion that Guilian couldn't help but smile over, especially when he thought of the animosity that had always existed among his older children. Hopefully these two would remain that close always....
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