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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:27 pm
The mare ambled through the open meadow, enjoying the sunshine on her back and the warm summer breeze against her skin. Fall was in the air, certainly, with leaves already beginning to slowly change from green to gold. The nights often were colder and Eponine knew in her heart that it wouldn't be long until winter arrived. Here very first winter! Though snow wasn't new to the mare this would be her first season of it! And oh how she missed it. While some soquili detested the cold, Eponine found the winterland most impressive and beautiful. To see a world coated in a blanket of white, to walk upon water in a serenade of snowflakes. . . .
No, there was truly nothing quite like it. To Eponine, winter was the most dramatic of all the seasons, stripping away the old and preparing the world for something new. How the girl was excited for it, to not be restricted to the mountaintops in order to play in the cold stuff. It would be grand, it would, and despite the kiss of sun the girls thought were centered only on the winter.
What might it bring. . .? Step by step, completely oblivious to the world around her, the girls imagination ran wild and free. There were legends of snow monsters and beasts, massive white creatures that could eat a soquili in two! No, Eponine didn't believe in such tales but what an adventure it would be if they came true! Glancing up, invisioning a star filled winter night, Eponine had also heard tales of colours over running the sky. Beautiful hues of blue and yellow and pink and red, sweeping down from the unknown and dancing like a mist among the night. There had been accounts of such a sight so the girl understood it to be true. . . .
Perhaps this winter she too would witness such an event?
From one adventure to the next the girl trotted over the meadow. She was lost in her own little world and could have ran right in to another without notice! When Eponine was alone she was able to truly allow her imagination to go crazy, to overwhelm her thoughts and even her senses! Her walk turned in to a trot as she began to run and jump and play; the petite lady wasn't on the open plain embraced by summers last kiss - oh no, she was dancing within a meadow of snow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:41 pm
 Leon had determined that he would take his sister's suggestion and venture beyond his normal bounds. The general idea was that he was supposed to meet other soquili (specifically mares) and learn to be social. Of course, the truth was, he hoped he met noone. Greeting soquili he didn't know was always so awkward and cumbersome. Usually new people he met seemed glad to be rid of him and his bumbling nervousness. He sighed as he strolled along, eyes turned upward toward the clouds. He could easily imagine one of them was a stallion's head, with a dapper and billowing mane, feathers tied jauntily behind his ear, mouth wide in a dashing smile.
Makebelieving that it was him, he pulled his lips back in an unconcious mockery of what he supposed was the same dashing smile of a hero. He puffed his chest out and lengthened his strides, while arching his neck proudly. Yes, he was the hero, the daring adventurer who rescued dainty damsels from the evil kalona stallions who sought to ravish their sweet innocence. He bucked and squealed and snapped his teeth as he imagined the battle that would rage. He struck a great final blow with his forehooves, but alas, the evil beast had bitten him with an insidious poison!
Dramatically he threw himself to the ground, deep into the rustling fall grasses that grew tall here, masking his recumbant form. In his mind, the story still played out. He lay there dying, gasping his last breath, as the pretty princess mare came rushing over and fell to her knees beside him, crying out her undying love for her fallen knight, while crystal tears tumbled from her lovely eyes to land in large splashes against his heaving and dying sides.....
Right about then, something large and laughing was upon him, stumbling over his legs and falling into a flailing heap literally right in front of him. He 'woke' from his dream with a faint gasp of shock that immediately changed to concern. This was no dream... it was a soquili! His innate warm-heartedness kicked in immediately. "Goodness, are you alright?" He rolled up to a reclining posture to reach his muzzle towards whoever had tripped over him, whicker soft concern.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:53 pm
The snow had been blowing, the white sparkle, fluffies of cold whisking around the blue mare. Perhaps she loved the snow because of her own coat - it was white and pale blue, similar to the colors of the late dusk in winter. Like a winter dream, the mare continued her dance in the grasses, even going so far as to take pains not to slip and - - -
Her hooves suddenly found themselves catching on a lump. A BIG lump, and the girl hadn't time to catch herself. The winter was replaced by heat and the soft poweder of snow that might have caught her was suddenly hard dirt and grass. In a very ungraceful tumble Eponine found herself smacked hard against the ground, her daydream and reverie abolished.
What on earth had happened?
One moment she was blissfully dancing and the next she was flat on her face! Glancing over her shoulder to see exactly what had tripped her, the log or heap of dirt she had expected was suddenly a very vibrant, curly-haired soquili!
No - she couldn't have. . . . could she?
Logic began to question how she had missed him but Eponine already knew the truth. Her cheeks flushed, hidden beneath her coat thankfully, as she struggled to her feet. "Oh, yes, yes, I'm . . .I'm f-f-f-fine," she stammered, chuckling nervously in hopes that the stallion wasn't upset. "B-b-b-but how are - - how-how-how are you?" Her smile faded in to one of equal concern as she began to trot around the stranger, looking for any sign of bruising or scrapes. To be stepped on or kicked wasn't particularly comfortable, even for a stallion!
"I"m s-s-s-sorry, I - I d-d-didn't see you," she hastily apologized, ducking her head in apology. Hopefully he wasn't too hurt or too angry! How she had managed to trip over him Eponine just plum didn't know.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 8:07 pm
As she scrambled to her hooves, he too lunged up, hastening to reassure the clearly rattled mare. "Are you sure? That was an awfully big tumble," he trailed off a bit as she circled him and stuttered her worry for him, of all things! "No no, I'm fine! Please, let me make sure you are okay. Stand still." He spoke firmly but gently, reaching to touch his muzzle to her shoulder in an attempt to both soothe and encourage her to stop for a moment so he could make sure she wasn't hurt.
As he carefully checked her in his turn, he spoke quietly. "No need for apolgies, I was being foolish and rolling about in the grass." He nodded to himself as he saw her pale hide was unmarked by injury. "There now, we are both unhurt and all is well, right?" He still looked faintly anxious. "Anyone would have tripped over me. Suits me right for being such a dreamer. I tend to go and forget where I am, and although that's usually fairly safe near my home, I should remember not to do so when I am off and away in unfamiliar territory." Oh, he was rambling on, but wonder of wonders, he was still talking at least! He didn't pause to think about it, for he was sure the moment he did, he'd lose his tongue.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you when you had to be somewhere," he hurried on. "You seemed to be doing something when I got in your way." His ears flickered uncertainly, revealing his inner unease at the strange situation. But he toughed it out, keeping thoughts of his social sister in the forefront of his mind, fighting down the urge to flee.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 8:38 pm
Eponine paused and took a breath, biting back her rambling tongue as the violet male nosed her shoulder. It stopped her from dancing around him and recaptured her attention, her anxiety for his safety beginning to wane. He did look all right, thankfully, and didn't seem hurt at all. The girl heaved a small sigh as she regathered her thoughts, her concerned expression twisting in to one of curiousity and interest.
She'd never seen a soquili like him before! All her brothers were dark and covered in cool tones; River had been white and blue, Aureate was black and gold, and Ezriel was white and red. But to see a purple and red and black soquili? Never! He had pink stripes on his legs and the curliest hair she'd ever seen!
He was . . . he was beautiful!
As Leon explained, the mare's ears twitched forward curiously. He had said he was dreaming? Oh the irony of the situation caused Eponine's expression to turn in to what could only be described as a radiant smile. Shaking some of her white bangs from her eyes, she pawed at the ground excitedly, unbelieving of her good luck.
What a pair they were! "Th-th-there's nothing f-f-foolish about dr-dreaming," she began, aqua eyes bright with good humor. "Bec-c-cause I was doing the same! I'm in no hurry and r-r-really," she admitted with a small shrug, "I h-h-have no where to go. I was j-just d-d-daydreaming the afternoon away."
The girl studied the stallion with curiosity, having never met one who seemed to keep his head in the clouds like she! Her brothers were so serious - Zevach was a fighter while Marius was chalk-full of reservation. It wasn't often they let their imaginations take hold of the reigns and steer them to worlds far beyond their own. In fact. . .they never did! She was unique among her family that way - while her mother and father traveled and wandered the world and its mysteries, Eponine had taken to creating her own worlds and adventures.
It wasn't a bad thing, no, but sometimes it got her in trouble. Like today.
"What. . . What were you th-thinking about?" The girl finally asked, curious to know what ran through another's mind. To show her good will and prove that she wasn't just trying to be nosy, Eponine laughed softly at herself. "I was l-lost in a w-winter wonderland r-really," she admitted. "Imagining all s-s-sorts of snow. There was a bliz-z-z-zard, you know, b-but oh how glorious it l-l-looked!" Even now her thoughts began to reinvision the silver snowflakes and powdered hills. . . but this time with Leon in the picture. Remembering herself and her place, she heaved a small, dreamy sigh and refocused her attention on the stallion before her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:12 pm
Leon frankly stared at the pale mare out of astonishment. She had been daydreaming... too? Suddenly acutely aware that he was eyeballing her in his surprise, he dropped his eyes while his face grew heated at his rudeness. Staring at mares usually might earn an unwelcome starer a squeal, a n**, or a scathing word. But she seemed eager to talk with him about their shared pastime, so he flickered his eyes back up to her shyly, this time really looking at her.
She was icy pale blue, with white all along her edges and a sharp blue frill around her white hooves. Except... except for a faint touch of warmer color down her spine, as if the sunset were touching her icy colors just faintly, leaving a fading mark of it's warm touch. Her long mane flowed freely around her face, giving her a rather sentimental look, while her tail was neatly braided back. Would he answer her what he had been dreaming about, he mused? Was it safe? Or would he be mocked for his foolishness after all?
But then she was sharing her own imaginings, and he was fairly surprised to hear it match his image of her, of cool things and pleasantly chilly conditions, touched with the glow of.... he cut off the word that was about to follow that one. Her happiness was none of his business, not really. He had to stop being so infernally focused on romance and his inability to sustain or even ignite it. But her candidness did stir him to share at least some of what he'd been dreaming about.
"I was...," he paused and opted for the word he meant to use, but often avoided. "I was pretending I was a warrior, fighting to the death with an evil kalona." He tucked his chin in sharply, embarassed to have told such a silly and childish thing to a total stranger. "Yours was much nicer, I think," he mumbled to cover his own chagrin. "Snow would be fun, and is more likely to happen." He snorted in discomfort, his glib tongue finally leaving him with an ebbing confidence and a drowning shyness.
Fool! Introduce yourself, he chided himself internally. "I'm Leon," he mumbled again, chin still tucked tight against his chest, curling mane falling forward across his face. "What's your name?" His ears flickered, then pitched forward toward her as he peeked out at her from behind his black-tipped mane. It was simplictic, painfully so, but at least he had done it. That was more than he'd managed before, without being laughed at or simply ignored. Maybe... maybe this time would continue to be different?
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:36 pm
Eponine was absolutely thrilled that the stallion opened up and began to share his stories. She had hoped she wasn't so presumptuous as to ask - daydreams were rather private things, very personal and sometimes they were meant to stay that way. She hadn't wanted to pressure the vibrant stallion in to it but, in all honesty, Eponine truly wanted to know!
This might very well be the only stallion on the plain that fell prey to a wild imagination. Oh, all right, that wasn't entirely likely but out of all the strangers she'd met this was the absolute first whom admitted to such games! That made Leon special really, besides being covered in his rich robe stained the colors of sunset.
Eponine's excitement was obvious as she listened intently to his story. A mighty warrior, huh? And fighting an evil kalona!? Oh wow. Eponine didn't often think of kalona in her stories (they were a bit too frightening) so she practically swooned at the image! "D-d-d-did you kill him?" She asked, curious to know what the outcome of such a grand adventure was. If he had been fighting a kalona than why was it he was laying in the grass? Had he been wounded, perhaps, or made lame?
Already she could see the sight. The plains were open but the trees and grasses were dead. It was close to night though one could hardly tell through the thick clouds above. In walked Leon, tall and tough and holding the pose of and grandeur of a might warrior! He was scarred from previous battles, and dirty from the walk. . . but there, over yonder sat his enemy! A black and crimson beast with foul breath and glowing eyes. . . .
"Snow's n-n-not nearly as exciting, th-though!" She explained gently, a new excitement laced within her words. "I'll admit," she added softly, as if it were some sort of secret. And maybe it was. "I d-d-don't often think of ka-kalona because they. . . they fr-frighten me!" Her words ended with a bit of a giggle, though her expression was mostly serious.
It was true. Whenever she was a might warrior herself she rescued others from the clutches of evil but very rarely put herself up against a kalona. Oh, certainly she'd struck bargains with Skinwalkers and rescued their captives, but kalona's were something else. . . . Zevach or Marius often were voted to destroy them, but now that they were older that wasn't possible anymore.
It only then occurred to her.
"I'll h-h-have to b-b-borrow you to defeat some of my kalona!" Just because her brothers couldn't do it anymore didn't mean that someone else couldn't either! And Leon had just admitted he was a natural kalona killer. . . .
Oh the games they could play with not one imagination, but two! Some might argue they were far too old to do so . . . but Eponine plum didn't care! Why should growth stop her from relishing her games of thought and spirit? Why should she have to succumb to the seriousness of the world and forget the games of her childhood?
The mare just wouldn't do it.
Oblivious to his shyness, Eponine merrily introduced herself. "It's n-n-nice to meet you, Leon!" And an easy name to pronounce too. So long as she got past the 'L' sound, she'd be set! "I'm Eponine."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:08 pm
It was sinking in that he wasn't being laughed at. That in fact... she was embracing his playing pretend. His mind skipped right over her stutters and nervous manner and focused on what she said. "Oh, I defeated the treacherous beast indeed, but he had poison in his fangs, and even as I struck the killing blow, the vile beast's poison sapped me of strengh, and I was dying." His eyes got all glassy and shining as he recalled the moment of his dream that had been broken.
Her sudden exclaimation about him slaying her kalona too snapped him back, though. He blinked three times in quick succession, startled. She wanted to imagine... together? Two of them? Why... he wasn't alone in his pastime!
Joyfully, he answered her question without a thought to being nervous at talking to a strange mare. "I'm Leon! How wonderful to meet someone of our kind!" Of course, he wasn't referring to breed, but to inclincation, to state of mind. "It really is a pleasure to meet you!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:17 pm
The blue and white mare listened to the outcome of his game, her eyes growing wide with surprise and horror at the results. He. . . . . . he was dying? So his game was no happy-ever-after at all! His was more a tragedy. . . . a drama. . . . But could perhaps the prince be saved? "Was th-there an ant-t-t-tidote?" She asked curiously, a wistful tone in her voice. Would the mighty warrior truly be defeated or was there a sliver of redemption somewhere. . . .? Would the sun truly set upon such a brave stallion or would he find himself saved? The mare could imagine either, even though the current story had ended on a cliffhanger.
Thankfully Eponine's concern for the mighty warrior was pressed aside as the lavender male spoke. It was wonderful to meet someone like her, wasn't it? Though she'd been a bit of an oddball in the family, strangely enough it seemed as if she wasn't alone. There were others like her, others with just as vivid and bright imaginations! She had found someone she could confide her silly stories and games of make-believe in, someone who might actually participate!
"We're a r-r-rarity, we are," she chuckled, pawing happily at the ground, "But th-that makes it all the-the more exciting!" This new excitement and meeting had caused her spirits to soar. The possibilities were endless now. . . . She needn't be afraid to admit her games, or afraid to invite him in to her own stories of adventure. A new friend she had made, and that made all the more exciting.
Tilting her head at the male, her long bangs falling over her eyes, the girl gave a soft whicker. Where were her manners? Perhaps she should take a moment to get know this stranger. . . .just so she had a little more substance to tell her parents! "D-Do you often w-wander alone. . . .?" She began, not wanting to poke and pry too deep to soon. "You - you d-d-don't have to t-tell me if . . . .if you d-don't want!" She hastily stumbled over her words, giving him a reassuring smile.
No, she wouldn't pressure anyone in to anything they weren't comfortable with or appear as pushy and rude! Leon didn't have to say anything else if he didn't want to - Eponine was good at holding one-sided conversations when the situation demanded it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:29 pm
His brow furrowed at her question about an antidote. "Um... you know, I don't know!" He flashed a sudden grin at her. "You woke me up before I got to that part!" He chuckled softly, deep in his chest. "I sorta only think them up as I go, and don't know ahead of time what will happen," he explained. "It just sorta happens, or it doesn't." He smiled more at her comment about them being a rarity. "Odd might be a better word for the likes of me," he offered in a faint joking tone.
He watched her with growing intrigue. She really was more than she appeared. What she appeared to be was an awkward, hesitant, uncertain creature will no courage or will. What she actually was was a social, imaginative, eager friend with a knack of drawing out someone as shy as himself. A respect for her depth was growing as he listened to her comments and questions.
The latest question made him snort and shake his head. "No, I prefer to stay close to home. This is the first time I've wandered so far in a very long time," he admitted, staring at his hooves self-conciously. He figured he'd look weak and pitifully scared, to admit to something like that. Oh well, better the truth than a bold lie. He was used to be made fun of, or even just passed off as worthless. He didn't mind so much, really, because of his sister's love. Her belief in him kept him going, no matter what others said or did.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:57 pm
Eponine blinked before laughing again, a gentle sound that could almost be reminiscent of a summertime breeze. The blue and white mare loved to laugh if only because it was the only vocal expression she could use without stumbling and stammering through it. Unsurprisingly, she was quite aware of the way her words didn't come out right. Some people felt funny around her when she spoke, others felt embarrassed for themselves or her. . . . But thankfully Leon had yet to point it out! So long as she didn't have to admit it, she could pretend it wasn't really there.
Her loose braids swished behind her as she studied her new friend. "It's n-n-not as fun to think ahead of t-time," she agreed with a nod, understanding completely. "Momma says my imag-g-g-gination runs away with me, but you know w-w-what?" She dropped her voice to a whisper, glancing over her shoulder as if someone might hear. "I d-d-don't mind at all!"
And it was true. She let her thoughts and daydreams run free with little constraint! She built mountains out of molehills, and was able to do and become anything! All she had to do was imagine it and she was there. . . . Though she wasn't magical like unicorns, or beautiful like her winged brethren, that didn't mean that sometimes. . . . on occasion. . . she couldn't pretend to be!
Tilting her head, the girl blinked away her surprise as Leon spoke. "Odd?" She repeated, her giddy smile turning in to a bit of a more confused expression. It lasted but a moment before she smiled again and shook her head fervently in disagreement. "Why . . . why odd? B-b-because it really d-d-doesn't seem fitting a word at all!"
Before she had a chance to further explain, the male had dipped his head and she had lost his gaze to his hooves. Pity. As oblivious as the mare could often be, she wasn't an idiot and there were times she was very aware of her surroundings. Today was one of those times. He really didn't see to have a lot of self-esteem - calling himself odd and now emitting vibes of . . . . embarrassment? Well, maybe not that much but he sure had lost some of the confidence he had displayed earlier.
Stepping closer, treating him exactly as she would one of her brothers or Aureate or . . .well. . anyone, quite frankly, she dipped her nose close and attempted to nuzzle under his chin. It served two purposes - one it was a reassuring and kind gesture, the other meant it forced him to look up! Smiling happily, she continued, no amount of mockery or anything save encouragement and giddyness radiating from her person. "I l-like to be close to m-m-my family too," she gave a nod, imagining her family together as a whole. Sadly, seeing them all as one was a bit of a rarity nowadays. "But," she added, her breezy nature falling faint at the turn of conversation, "m-my two brothers are h-hardly around and . . . my p-p-parents l-like to w-wander. . . And I f-f-find myself distracted more and more as t-t-time goes on." In other words, they really weren't as close or together as the mare would like.
It was partially her fault, she understood; if she could only keep herself in one place without chasing butterflies or birds or the clouds or attempting to find the ends of rainbows. . . . maybe there'd be a little more stability. Maybe they could all really be a family again if only they had reason to come home.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:08 pm
Despite the stutter, Eponine had a very soothing voice, Leon decided. Her kind attempt to comfort him warmed his heart, and he raised his head to smile at her tentatively. It helped too that she seemed to rather his way than her own. But..., "Everyone has their own way of living," he replied. "Some wander, others don't." He thought of his own parents.
"My father is definitely a wanderer, though he always returns to check on me and my sister." He tipped his head and swiveled one ear in thought. "My mother used to meander all over the sountryside as well, but stayed close and kept an eye on us when we were small and still growing. Now Amary wanders too, and I can tell my mother is feeling the pull of her old lifestyle as well." He smiled again, eyes soft. "But I don't mind. I'll likely be waiting here for them whenever they return. I will keep the place welcoming."
He nosed her in his turn, though it was a very light and shy gesture. It was likely the first time he'd intentionally touched a mare that wasn't related to him. "Your ways are your own, and don't fret over them, Eponine," he gently admonished. "Be happy to be who you are."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:50 pm
The mare listened to Leon speak of his family, her attention fully on the curly haired stallion. It seemed his family was quite the active sort, finding themselves all over the countryside. Unlike Twilight and Cosette, it sounded as if Leon's parents tended to drift apart from one another frequently. The girl couldn't imagine her parents ever separating for long. . . .they were too much in love.
Thankfully, that was how the mare liked it to be. It was comforting knowing that she could go back to their little grove and find both father and mother in the general vicinity. She also liked the fact that when the family did indeed change location, they all went. . .together. Just like they had descended from the snowy mountains when she was little!
Her thoughts hit a new tangent and she thought of the snow-capped peaks. She didn't remember much about the place except that it was white and cold. Perhaps someday she'd return to the old lands, to see the place of her birth and enjoy a change of scenery. From what ghost memories the young mare could recollect, even with its harsh conditions beauty blossomed unparalleled to the plains below.
Grinning at his gentle, but very shy touch, Eponine was quite glad she'd collided in to such a gentle friend. For being a stallion he wasn't arrogant or conceited or easily frustrated and complicated. . . He wasn't so reserved he was standoffish, like Marius, and he wasn't hot-tempered and stubborn like Zevach. He was. . . . he was. . . . . soft, and a dreamer sort more like herself.
The best kind, in her humble and completely biased opinion!
"I am happy," she assured, eyes bright as her usual sunshine fast returned. "Perhaps it's the-the-the one thing I can't imagine," she explained with a chuckle, "B-b-being someone different, someone else!"
The girl took a moment to imagine what it would be like to be in Leon's hooves. TO have his entire fmaily disappear for . . .for chunks at a time. Would she be able to sit so patiently still for them? Would she be able to live without them, never knowing where they went or what trouble they'd found themselves in? Still, her mind didn't let her think so negatively. Inspired, the female swished her tail happily. "You d-d-do realize that if you're family wanders you g-g-get to be the best part about the r-r-return home. To be able to wait so long for th-them and for them t-t-to know that you'll b-b-be there. . . . You g-g-get to be that sense of yearning for a fr-friendly face. You g-g-get to be their reason to come home!"
To Eponine there couldn't be a greater position. It was easy to wander and forget, to yearn to explore new sights and sounds and meet new, inspiring soquili! But if Leon really did wait. . . .He wasn't just the son standing idle - he was the reason to regather and regroup.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 12:18 pm
He wasn't entirely sure about all that. His family seemed very content to wander. His parents greeted each other warmly when they reunited, but not with relief or longing, exactly. More with affection and familiarity. And his sister... he had a feeling she didn't care where he was exactly. Home wasn't a place for her. Home was a state of mind and happiness. He was so different from all of them. Home was a place for him. It was a location, but one that was to be an increasingly lonely place.
"I don't know," he temporized. "I'm not sure it works like that for us." If he'd stopped to think, he'd have been surprised to have taken someone's dreaming and applied reality to it, much less having done so found it wanting. "But I don't mind."
And there it was. Suddenly he felt the yawning width of the terrible pause in conversation that had always doomed him. He felt it looming near, choking off any thought he might have had for something to say. Intimidated by that massive, silent entity, he ducked his head and pulled his chin in. What now? What should he say? Tongue-tied, he just stood there, at a loss and feeling stupid. Surely at any moment this nice mare was going to realize how lacking he was when it came to being a companion, and would scorn him and his daydreaming, seperating herself.
Sadly, Leon had a problem with being overly dramatic. When it came to faults, this was his largest one, despite his conviction that shyness was the biggest. Drama was his middle name, and tended to turn normal situations into tragic scenes of misery.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 12:19 pm
It was a little saddening for Eponine to hear Leon's response. He couldn't even pretend to believe that they looked forward to seeing him? How could a family not find joy in returning to a familiar and loved face? Given, Eponine didn't know the inner workings of the violet males family but she would have believed that any family was . . . family. Still, she didn't allow for the dimness of her gaze to shine through and shook out her mane.
Just because the conversation ended, the conversation died didn't mean that Eponine would walk away and leave. It took time to produce friendships - time and work. She'd just met the dreamer, but it was nice to know that there was something who could understand what it was like to be a daydreamer, to have a wild, unruly imagination.
Very nice indeed.
Reaching down, the blue touched mare began to graze. There wasn't much in the tall grasses that was good but it was something. She mulled over her next words, appreciating the silence that had fallen between the pair. Tail whipping lazily behind her, the girl decided to pursue more about his family. "Is your w-w-wandering family l-l-large?" Her own family was small, but she adored her two brothers and parents. She wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
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