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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:39 am
 The small foal lazed beneath the tall shady branches of the large oak, half dozing, half watching the sunlight dapple the grass in front of him. All in all, it was a pleasant day, a quiet day, but a nice one. He didn't mind quiet days, he had never been a foal overflowing with bouncing energy in the first place, so lying about once and a while was sort of what he did. In fact, he found he rather like the quiet, it was peaceful, loud things...well to be honest they scared him a little. Things that were too loud seemed...unsafe. But this was nice, he often liked coming here, contemplating things.
Contemplating...much like he was doing now. Contemplating the thing called 'siblings.' He knew that other foals had brothers and sisters, and he knew that he ad brothers and sisters, only, he'd never met them. His momma has told him about them though. She had ran through their names affectionately, stumbling only over one name, thought he couldn't remember what it had been. But none of his siblings were his age, and he sometimes wondered why. All the other foals he had met had said at least some of their siblings were the same age as them. None of his were. He kind of wished some were, it might be neat, having other foals to play with whenever he wanted. He had never given that much thought to it, before he had met other foals with siblings their age.
But then again, he had never given much thought to his parents either, until he had met other foals who all looked like their parents. He frowned a little. He didn't look like his daddy at all. His momma...a little, though overall he traits were much different than theirs. He has wings, lots and lots of wings! They only had two. At first he had believed he had gotten two from each of his parents, because two plus two is four, and he had four wings. That had made sense. Still did, somewhat. But Tsis'Newadi had only two wings, and all her siblings had either two wings or no wings. And her dad had two wings and her momma had none. It seemed to be an all or nothing thing. Because two plus zero was two, but two plus zero was never zero! It was odd, but then again, who knew, it wasn't like he had any idea how that all worked anyways.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:48 am
 Neva had been lurking around her old home in hopes to catch a glimpse of the newest member of her mother's family. Her father had accidentally let spill about the young foal they had taken in. So the winged mare had been keeping watch over her old home, but never close enough to be seen by her family. She just wanted to be able to catch the foal out and about on his own and perhaps even torment the thing a bit.
As she walked amongst the grass she couldn't help but smirk as she notice something against a tree nearby. At last her chance had come to meet her new 'brother'. "Aren't you suppose to be with your parents young one?" she called out gently pretending for the moment to be kind. "They must be worried sick about you."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:57 am
A voice broke it's way through his musings and he lifted his head searching for the owner of the nice voice. He blinked as he caught sight of the one who had probably spoken, after all this mare was the only one around as far as he could tell. It was a pretty mare, with wings like his parents wings, and very nice colours. Soft, kind of starry... Oops, and he was still lying down, was that polite? He wasn't really sure, but to be on the safe side he stood up, shaking out his wings a little before looking at the mare again.
"My parents are at home, but I come here a lot, and my home is really close to here so they don't worry about me as long as they know where I am." He replied happily. Was this a new friend? Funny, the more he looked at her, the more she seemed a little...familiar. In looks at least, her colouring and the way her mane hung, well he couldn't exactly say why, but it was almost as if he knew her somehow. Though he was certain that he had never seen her before, or else he'd be panicking to remember her name. No, he couldn't be mistaken, what was it about her colours that made him feel as if he knew her? Maybe he would find out in time, but he couldn't ponder that all day, especially not with her standing right there. He was pretty sure that would be rude. And, after meeting Zara, he was a little more concious about etiquette than he had been before. But, he couldn't make new friends if he never introduced himself could he?
"I'm Alexiel. What's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:11 am
Alexiel? Interesting name for her parents to choose. The mare stared at the foal with his many wings. Angeni! was the first thought that came to mind when her mind made the connection to the wings. The anger threatened to burst out before she was ready as her mind went to her past angeni encounters. So over conceited and stupid the angenis were and oh how she wanted to squish them all out of existence!
"N..neva is my name." she stumbled as she fought down the anger that was bubbling up. She couldn't ruin it. Not yet. "At least you aren't far from home. How would you like to take a walk? I can show you this really beautiful meadow with many colors of flowers." she asked hoping he would come. It would make her job so much easier if he wasn't so close to home. If he called for help her parents would likely hear it and come rushing to the rescue. And she couldn't have that. Not at all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:27 am
He watched curiously as a strange play of emotions ran across her face, it seemed like she was having some sort fight with herself, but in his innocence, he didn't recognize most unfriendly expressions, and therefore didn't think much of it. Perhaps she was just confusing at his wings, she had been staring at them just before her face had gone all weird. But soon, it smoothed over into something like what it had been before...somehow, not quite as pleasant though.
Neva? Even her name, it sounded...familiar. Neva, where had he heard that before? He was certain he had he just couldn't quite remember...His head whipped up again as she started speaking, cutting off his train of thought. A walk? Ooh, she was going to show him flowers? Well, he liked flowers! A lot! So colourful, so pretty. That sounded like it could be fun, he had probably never been to wherever she was talking about.
The fact that she was a stranger didn't deter him, because all of the strangers he had met had been really nice! And, she had been concerned that his parents might worry about him, and she was gonna take him to see pretty flowers. So obviously she must be nice to.
"Okay," he quickly agreed, trotting to her side. "I like flowers a lot you know Neva." Neva. The way she had stumbled over it, that was familiar too, and for a moment, he glanced up at her again. "You know...you kinda look like my mom and dad. I don't really. Well, a little like my momma, not so much like my dad." But she had that sparkly thing going on that his parents did. Interesting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:40 am
Perfect! The little foal had no idea what he was getting himself into. "You like flowers? That's quite a coincidence. I like flowers myself." she lied as she walked alongside Alexiel. Her mind went into thought as she planned out what she was going to do to this very trusting foal. She'll make him never be able to trust again. That's for certain. At the mention of her looking like her parents she once more almost lost it. She took a few deep breaths before speaking to the foal in a calm voice.
"Surely you must be mistaken. My parents died a long time ago when I was still just a foal." Her story weaving began as she talked to the foal. She wanted him to believe a whole different story before she made the world he lived in fall and shatter in a million pieces. "They were attacked by kalonas but they fought valiantly." she said as she started to speak of her fake past. "My parents hid me well but where they hid me I could still see the fight and I watched my mother die and then my father." The mare's voice was so soft almost like a whisper as she told the story, hoping that maybe the foal would take sympathy for her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:52 am
Hey, she liked flowers too? Well that was good, something in common then! Maybe she knew about lots of flowers he'd never heard of. That thought made him excited, and he wondered what kinds of flowers they would get to see. He liked green ones, maybe they'd see some of those? He looked up at her as once again, that strange looked crossed her face. Perhaps it was just a quirk of hers, since it seemed to happen fairly often. Alexiel decided not to comment, that might be rude.
She answered his other question softly, and at once he was sorry he asked it. Her parents had died? How horrible! She must be so sad thinking about them. He looked at her, his silver eyes wide. She had watched them die in front of her? That must have been so terrible, he couldn't even imagine, something like that. Her voice was so soft, he had to listen really hard to hear it. It probably made her so sad to remember it.
"That's horrible, I'm so sorry. You're so brave." He told her sympathetically, feeling a little sadder as he thought of how it must have been for her. Well, he was certainly glad that nothing of that sort had happened to him, he had a loving family, not like this mare had had. He would be careful not to mention too much more about it then, it might just make her sadder.
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