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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:31 pm
"If I were to say that today was the perfect sort of day for an amble, do you suppose that I'd be most likely to get an arguement, an agreement, or an energetic assertion that an amble should be undertaken forthwith?"
Without really speaking to anyone in particular or even making use of the typical 'hello' or 'hi there' commonly utilized when greeting strangers for the first time or old acquaintances after an absence, Guilian swept breezily into Luca's clearing as though he'd just stepped back in after a few moments rather than the week that had actually passed since he'd last seen the mare and her foals. However, time was relative to those like Guilian, and besides; if he said 'hi, hello, how are you' every time he met up with an old acquaintance, he'd never say anything else!
His way was much more fun, if he did say so himself, and tended to get better results, especially if there were foals about.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:40 pm
"Uncle Guilian!!" The youthful squeal was followed by a purple blur of motion, as Tobias charged up to, under the belly of, and then twice around the red stallion. Even before the petals from Guilian's tail had touched the ground, the colt was dancing madly in front of his 'uncle'. He didn't entirely know what his relationship was with Mama, though it certainly wasn't that of a brother. Even so, it didn't dim his enthusiasm at seeing him. "Do we get to go on an amble, do we?" His words tumbled over one another, per the usual. Tobi always spoke like that, when it wasn't Cassiel. He tended to soften and slow himself just for her, and her alone. Everyone else got treated to his breakneck speed in speech and manner. However, when excited it became notably worse. "OhMamacanIpleasepleasepleasegowtihUncleGuilanonanamblepleasepleaseplease?" By now he was literally hopping up in down in little bucking crowhops.
Luca chuckled and shook her head. She couldn't help but be amused by every single day spent with her little firecracker. Oh, he definitely had his moments of bad behavior, but his comical approach to life was something to be treasured, while he was still this small. "Yes of course you may. But be good," she warned, for good measure. She shared a grin across the bouncing baby boy's head with her long time friend and lover. "Don't forget, you asked for it," she teased, crinkling her eyes amusedly before nuzzling her little boy goodbye. That was all it took.
Like a shot, Tobi was at Guilian's side, hooves pattering a quick tattoo on the ground. "Let'sgolet'sgo!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:53 pm
Leaning over the capering little foal to give Luca an affectionate n**, Guilian assured her with a wink that he knew exactly what he was getting into and didn't mind in the slightest. Prior to the birth of his oldest children, he'd never given much thought to the cavorting and hyperactive ways of foals; however, after becoming a father, he'd come to appreciate and even enjoy the unique energy and mindsets that seemed to come part and parcel with being a foal. By now, as a father to eight he was almost completely unfazed by everything; nothing was too outrageous for him anymore.
In fact, he almost made it a point to try to seek out the outrageousness that WAS available; perhaps that was why he was so fond of his daughters Amary and Betina, as both of them had a spiritedness about them that meant anything could happen.
Though unrelated to Guilian himself, young Tobias had always struck the stallion as being of the same type; consequently, the high-spirited colt had become a favorite of Guilian's at an early age. Luca's two boys were only slightly younger than Guilian's youngest three, so for all intents and purposes it was as though he had five kids at the moment.
It wasn't that he had any intention of usurping the role of father to Luca's two young sons; no, their unique family arrangement had come about simply as a matter of course. Given that Guilian quite probably spent more time in Luca's company than Rasui, there had to be some sort of acknowledgement of position; 'uncle' was about as good as it came, in their case. And it was so delightful to be an 'uncle'.
Grinning down at Tobi, Guilian gave him a playful wink before murmuring in a stage whisper "There's your permission, Brat; I'd say we'd better scoot before she decides to change her mind, don't you think?"
Yes, this promised to be an entertaining walk, alright...
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:03 pm
Tobi nearly burst with excitement as he waited for his old and slow uncle to get going. "Let's GO!" he urged, scurrying behind the stallion and shoving him with his small head. "Go go!"
Once they were moving and out of sight of Mama, he tipped his head up inquisitively to Guilian. "I know amble means to walk slow... do we have to walk slow, Uncle Guilian?" His tone was mournful and pleading. Tobi did very little slow, so he considered it a sort of punishment, in a way. A trial to endure. He didn't think Jonquil minded slow much, though. Cassiel certainly didn't. So as it was right now, he was making himself plod, small hooves hitting the ground despondantly. This, of course, didn't keep the rest of him from twitching. His tail was flashing back and forth like a purple-tipped whip, and his head was tossing constantly. "And where are we going?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:16 pm
Blowing a kiss back over his shoulder at Luca, Guilian allowed himself to be hustled off the way he'd come by his impatient young companion, moving perhaps a little speedier than he would have been if Tobi had been the sole supplier of forward motion but still moving much slower than he knew the colt would like. At least, that was how it started out.
Ruffling Tobi's mane with a wing as he drew the young one forward, Guilian had to laugh at the expression of childish petulance currently on display. "Well, you are correct about the literal definition of amble, Tobi-lad, but luckily for you, we're only using it in the metaphorical sense." Without giving the colt a chance to question his meaning, Guilian simply continued, "What this is, this 'amble' of ours, is simply a 'walk' by any other name; in other words, a random, meandering journey around no where in particular with no discernable destination and no plan other than to enjoy ourselves. So, to answer your question, Tobi..."
Tapping the boy's nose, Guilian smiled as he said, "As long as you stay where you can see me and I can see you and you promise not to get yourself eaten, hurled off of a precipice, or sucked into quicksand, you can go as fast or as slow as you want to."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:34 pm
Giving a great shout of glee, Tobi leapt into the air and kicked his heels high. He then proceeded to go darting back and forth, back and forth, across Guilian's path. He tended to actually disappear from sight from time to time, behind bushes and trees, but never out of hearing. Occasionally he'd stop to examine something, his curious mind whirring madly along.
One such stop was to stare into a pond, where these wiggly fish had LEGS! Walking fish? Who ever heard of such a thing? He splayed his legs and stuck his entire face underwater to get a better look. Yes indeed, they did have legs! But whyever so? None of them were up on the land, that he could tell!
Unfortunately he tried to snort in confusion, while his head was still underwater. His wide nostrils sucked in a good amount of water, including one of those weird fishies. He jerked his head out of the water belatedly and spit the poor creature out his nose, sputtering and coughing in astonishment. That had tickled, among other things.
He went charging back to his uncle, babbling all about the weird fish and how they tickle his nose when he couldn't breathe. "But why do they gots legs, Uncle Guilian? Why?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:50 pm
"Well, because otherwise they'd never be able to get out of the nostrils of all those foolish foals who are determined to inspect them from close quaters, of course. Surely you don't think that you're the first one to try and look at them thusly, no?" Cardinal rule of being an authority figure: Never let on that you don't know the answer to a question; furthermore, never let a dull, commonplace answer eliminate the chance to give a snappy, witty answer. It was, after all, a known fact that providing interesting answers stimulated a foal to think creatively.
That was Guilian's take, anyway, and he was sticking by it.
Watching Tobi zip hither and yon like some sort of purple blur brought a smile to Guilian's face, a smile of amusement and fondness and worldliness. After all, Tobi wasn't the first foal Guilian had answered questions for, nor was he the first Guilian had taken on walks. By this point, though, Guilian was pretty certain that the foal in question could keep himself from being stolen by fiends, unlike his first walks where there'd been at least some sort of anxiety on his part.
Yep, he was getting old, alright; or at the very least, he was getting mellow. Or some combination of the two.
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