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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 10:54 pm
Faer raised her head to look toward the sky. No birds out today. Her gaze moved toward the trees. No squirrels, mice or rabbits either. Back to taking a drink, sighing into the water. She guessed they were all busy with finding the perfect one for them, making babies, and raising the young. Faer thought this was the reason that she hadn't seen any other soquili around lately. There had been an increasing abundance of baskets and foals lately. The mare sighed again. Such was the happenings of spring.
Though! A smile sprung to her lips as she turned back around to the grass for a nibble. Once all the babies were old enough, she could see them. This made her happy, to know that soon she would have more friends to converse and play games with. Lowering her head, she went back to nibbling.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 11:24 am
He had no destination in mind. He'd have to know these lands better if he were to have something like that. No, instead he went where the wind sang to him - to see what was new, and perhaps to find a new place to call his home. Thus far, nothing had met the exceedingly high expectations of the MesoAmerican Angeni.
When he had been flying for some time, the sapphire blue of a meandering stream caught his attention. He did suppose he was thirsty. After all, even one such as he had to stop for a drink sometimes.
He flapped his dual pairs of wings slowly and angled his descent, patches of iridescent rainbow flashing in the sunlight as he moved his wings. As he began to get closer to the ground - he saw that there was another on the shore of the stream - something white and pink - a mare, with wings tucked at her sides.
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