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 Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 2:58 pm
Bright sunlight hurt the filly’s blue eyes. She had come out of her basket just that morning and it had been a rather slow day. The world seemed to be a strange place, her parents, even more strange. Her pappa had made a strangled noise at the sight of her and his sisters then turned to start talking to himself. Mamma had smiled benignly and told them to run along and play provided that they stay in the field. A thick row of trees surrounded them in a semi-circle and the rest of it was water. Stationed at the water, her mother made sure no wobbly legs went for a swim and otherwise they played blissfully. About an hour ago Rupali had snuck off to see what all there was.
The forest had more of a lure for her. Birds were there singing and she liked trying to immitate the notes in a high sweet falsetto. Perhaps that was the talent she had, but Ru had been too shy to share it with her sisters. In only a day they had figured out who could dance, sing, and tell stories… but she was the singer by default. When prompted to sing she’d choked up and tucked tail. Perhaps it was a curse. Out in the woods she felt comfortable to belt out anything that she could match a pitch too and add her own silly melodies. “La-dee-dah-de-dah” then “Low-dee-doh-dee-doh” back and forth from high to low.
“That basket was no fun.. This is the life.”
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 3:13 pm
Things were a bit rocky for the purple mare, though there was bundles of joy wrapped in the rocky. Logically, she knew that the sunshine could never last forever and to keep a balance there had to be bad with good - she only hoped that she and Zaphiro could work through the rift that her and their daughter had caused. He'd come home. It was a start.
However, Hienna had decided that she needed to go for a walk, and she'd traveled, and walked, not paying any attention to where she was going, her head in the clouds. It wasn't something that she usually let happen, but perhaps her mind wandering would be a good thing.
The sounds of singing - or what seemed to be singing - snapped the older mare out of her reverie and she looked around, just in case the singer was nearby. It seemed she was, too. A small filly.
A smile blossomed over the unicorn's face. Ah, foals. "I would suppose it wouldn't be too fun. I don't remember my own."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 5:44 pm
Rupali had started singing again after her comment about her basket, and the sound of another voice made the note turn into a squawking squeal. Whirling around as quick as she could, unsteady legs twisting into duel x’s, the blue eyes widened as much as they could and she began to blush visibly. Oh no, a stranger.. What was the protocol on this?
… She didn’t have half a clue because her parents hadn’t gotten to the “What you do around others” talk. Feeling the blush subside slightly, Ru straightened her legs with as much dignity as she could and gave a feeble smile to the other mare. Her daddy took pride in unicorns being good and pure, and the mare had the tail and horn like hers.. She had to be safe to talk to or she’d take the heat for being bad later.
Opening her mouth, no sound coming out. Closing it and opening it again, the small filly managed to form a coherent thought. “You don’t? That means I won’t either I guess.” There, that hadn’t been bad, right?
Her own smile grew as she noticed that the big mare was smiling too.
“M-My name’s Rupali… I live back there.” “There” was her nodding her head backwards, the orchid by her hair came loose and nearly fell through the baby fine hair. “I have two sisters, my mamma, and pappa… What about you?”
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 5:50 pm
"My name is Hienna, and I have my mate and our three grown children. So I suppose it's just my mate and I now. I live...quite a way from here, and was simply going for a walk." A pause. "Though a young filly like you should not be out by yourself. Where is your mother and father?"
Then again, her little ones had often times snuck out - Gemma most of all, if she was honest - when she and Zaphiro were elsewhere occupied, so she couldn't blame the parents much, nor admonish the foal much either. It was a good thing, though, that the filly had come across her and not a Kalona or Skinwalker. That could never be good.
"I'm sure they're worried about you."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 5:57 pm
“Hienna’s a real pretty name. My daddy’s fur is covered in Henna.. Is that the same thing? Did he forget the “I”?” She propped up a hoof and mulled over the idea that she should be at home right now. Her mother traveled, that’s what she did… Papa was probably the one fussing about where she had decided to go without a word. Nah, the last she had seen he was beating himself for not having thrown boys. All well.
“I’m within yellin’ distance of my parents. I’ve really good lungs I guess… Wanta hear?” She didn’t like the idea of screaming ‘cuz then her parents would come smashing through to get her. Papa would get stuff in his hair then there’d be whining for an hour as she ate the leaves off of the sticks… Hmm.. “Worried about me? Zar ‘n’ Mik probably have them both too busy to know where their ears are.”
The idea made her smile and she trilled a soft laughing-note in happiness.
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