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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:01 pm
It was a typical day. Though cooler than the most recent days, so the little flutter mare was taking advantage of this cooler weather as much as she could. Lounging on her favorite summer flower, basking in the sunlight. She dozed in and out of dreams as the sunlight warmed her tiny body.
Olivia had always preferred her smaller form. It was easier to slip away from danger at this size but also harder to get others to notice you. So usually when she really wanted to be noticed she'd change into her larger form.
Wings twitched every now and then as a small breeze caused the flower she rested upon to sway back and forth. They moved subconsciously to keep her from falling off. But the breeze wasn't that strong at the moment to send her tumbling the small distance, well--small distance to larger Soquili, to the ground. Chocolate colored eyes lay half open as she watched the world go by from her little lounging spot.
Rarely did anyone ever come to this field. And if they did they hardly stayed for very long. Usually just to graze or take a casual stroll through it. She didn't mind at least sometimes. It just meant that others wouldn't trample all over her flowers. She'd have liked to enjoy them before the fall decided to go into full swing and kill them all off.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:52 am
Vatsa wandered along, swishing his braided tail, letting the cool summer breeze tug at the hair of mane as it swept it away from his face. Every so often, sunlight would catch his golden hair, and he imagined that he looked quite well, trotting along the field, nodding his head to the heavy blooming flowers that seemed to nod back at him.
He liked this; freedom to go where he pleased, which he'd gotten when he'd grown into a stallion, and his mother had stopped fretting so much about where he was going. He'd spoken to Sohalia one day, letting her know in gentle tones that he couldn't stay in the place of his birth forever, he had to make his own way into the world. Make his own mistakes. So here he was, walking along with a half smile, eager to see the world, and eager to see who he could meet next.
For now though, his stomach was complaining, and after one more casual look around the sunlit field, he started to graze, filling his belly with the sweet, long grass as he went.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 7:14 am
The sound of hoof beats against the ground cause an ear to perk up. It was close, but not close enough to where Olivia might have been stepped upon if one were not careful where they looked.
And then came the sound of grass munching. It was quite loud to her small ears. The cutting of grass with teeth and the chewing. It all snapped her out of her daze and she lifted her head quickly, giving a small flit of her wings as she looked for the sound's source. And not too far away from where she had been dozing she spotted it. A unicorn stallion. Not too bad looking either.
But then she saw how close he was to nearly munching on some other favorite flowres of her's. And in an instant she took flight. Fluttering her wings as quickly as she could until she reached him and zipped around his head. "Hey! Heyheyhey! Please don't eat those flowers, ok?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:48 am
Vatsa wouldn't have eaten the flowers at any rate, he much preferred grass over blooms because he found the pollen to be rather sour. But he was sufficiently startled by the sudden appearance of the tiny flutter buzzing around his head that he stopped what he was doing, trying to focus on the mares quick movements.
'Okay, okay, I've stopped,' Vatsa said. If he had hands he would be holding them up in a sort of joking surrender.
'Please stop moving will you? You're making me dizzy,' he grinned as he peered at her from between his fringe.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:04 am
Olivia let out a small, thankful sigh before landing on the stallion's nose. It was a particular spot that she found rather useful when small and conversing with someone larger. Plus it gave them no excuse to say they never saw her either.
"Thank you. I'd like to enjoy my flowers for a little while longer." She gave the field a slightly sorrowful glance. Wings opening and closing a few times as she caught her breath from all the darting around. Her gaze fell back upon the stallion as a small smile spread her dark lips. "So, just whoooo are you hm?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:19 am
Landing on Vatsa's nose wasn't much better; now he was going almost cross-eyed to see the mare! She was light though, and her tail hairs did slightly tickle, making his nose twitch.
'Hey there,' he said, trying to look at her without making her blurry and have four wings. He gave a careful look around the field and nodded gently.
'They are lovely, but you have no need to worry about me eating them. Don't like to eat flowers.' he said, smiling.
'I'm Vatsa, who are you tiny one?'
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:39 am
Most didn't mind her landing on their nose, but she giggled lightly as it looked like he was about to go crossed eyed. Olivia supposed that perhaps for some Soquili it was hard to look down at someone who landed on the end of their nose.
Fluttering her wings, she lifted off of his nose hovering in front of his muzzle now only a few inches away. "I'm Olivia..." The tiny mare puffed out her cheeks lightly. A character trait she had picked up on from her mother. "And I'm not always tiny. But I'm glad your not going to eat my flowers."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:46 am
Vatsa nodded, thankful that she'd noticed his discomfort and had gotten off his nose. Now he could see her properly. He noted the delicate wings that fluttered from her back, the blues of her tail and mane, and how her body was a pleasant black into charcoal on white.
'Hello Olivia,' he said, smiling, and giving her a gentle nuzzle, trying not to knock her too hard.
'And I know, you're a flutter, I am sort of. My father is a flutter-corn.'
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:59 am
From what Olivia could see and had seen before she had quickly darted over to him, Vatsa was a lovely purple with bits of a tan like color here and there. His purple reminded her of some flowers she had found a long time ago that grew in the forest. Although his hair looked soft and comfy and she tried to resist the urge to flutter into it like she so often did with her own father's hair.
Another giggle came as he nuzzled her. It was unexpected, but welcome none the less. With another flick of her wings the little flutter began to grow in size. And in one quick moment her hooves touched the ground. Though she was roughly about the size of a petite mare. That was about as big as she had found she could get. Her long blue tail flicked across the grass behind her as her wings gave a slight twitch. "That's better, eh?" She grinned a bit and nudged his nose with her own in return. This size wouldn't last for very long as staying like this wore her out quite a bit, but for now she'd deal with it.
"Flutter-corn? I don't believe I've ever seen one of those. My father's a regular Soquili about your size while my mother is a Flutter. So I guess that would make us kind of similar huh?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 7:56 am
Vatsa was pleased to see she was still smaller than he was when she reverted to her larger size. He reached out and lipped at her mane, and then touched one of her wings oh so gently with his nose, just to see what it felt like.
'Yes, now you don't look quite like I might break you,' the stallion smiled, his tail braid gently swishing.
'I guess?' Vatsa wasn't sure how these things worked themselves out.
'My father has Flutter wings, and a Unicorn horn. My mother is a pure Unicorn. So I suppose we are slightly alike, only I shouldn't attempt to jump off any place high.' he laughed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 11:36 am
Olivia blinked a few times as he lipped at her mane. Well he obviously didn't have any issues about personal space that was for sure. Not that she minded though. Her wing twitched slightly as he gently nosed it.
"Nah, you couldn't break me. I'm pretty tough even for my size." She gave him a joking wink with another flit of her wings. Although, in all truth he probably could have when she was so small. Most had almost done it before and never even noticed. The mare supposed that her larger size was of some good use as well sometimes.
She had never really seen a pure Unicorn before. Let alone a Fluttercorn for that matter. Or well, at least up close. Though she had heard that many of them were fairly gentle creatures. And the horn on his head was pretty much proof enough of his heritage. Another small giggle rang out as she gave a shake of her head. "No, I wouldn't suggest it. Though even with Flutter wings you can't really get too high." The mare wrinkled her nose a bit. She didn't mind not getting up high. Sure it might of been pretty to look down upon the world with a bird's eye view. But the view from the ground and the little bit of distance from the ground she did get when flying were satisfying enough.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:58 am
Vatsa was very tactile, very affectionate and was glad the dainty mare didn't shy away from his advances. Not that it meant anything specific, it was just how he'd grown to be.
'Well, you are very pretty. Your wings feel most interesting as well, don't think I've ever touched anything like that.' he smiled again.
'No? But you can fly at all, so you can do much better than me. And I won't believe me, I would fly as well as a dropped stone.' he nodded.
'Do you do like tricks when you fly, loops and stuff? I've seen a flutter do that.'
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:28 am
She had been accustom to lots of affection. As she grew, she had watched her parents and how affectionate they were with each other. As well as how affectionate they were with her and her siblings as well. Though her father seemed to be a bit more than her mother. Roxanne, though small in size herself, was more of a protector. The strong one in the family. Probably because her father was quite naive. A trait Olivia had picked up which plagued her sometimes.
Pulling her chin a bit down towards her chest, she gave a slight flick of her ear. He thought she was pretty? Well that was a good thing. She would of hated it if he thought her ugly. The Flutter mare hadn't been told she was pretty by anyone other than her own family. And even then her siblings still teased her a bit. "Thank you. Your pretty handsome yourself." She glanced back at her wings for a second before opening and closing them a couple times slowly. "Now you have."
Olivia smiled. Trying to stifle another giggle. Why was she all giggly all of a sudden? "That's not very good." Her long tail moved briefly back and forth as she pondered over his question. Her mind wandering back to past flights through the meadow. "Sometimes. When I'm in a really good mood. Or...just bored. Something like that. Though it can get pretty risky if your not lookin' where your going, or not paying attention." She grimaced slightly. The thought of when she looped right into a tree a few days ago coming back. It had hurt pretty bad actually.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:46 am
'Yes, I guess I have,' Vatsa nodded, smiling as she returned his compliment. He didn't puff about it, the words didn't touch his ego because he knew he looked well. His father and mother were both beautiful Soquilis, so it stood to reason that he would be as well.
'Yeah? Well you should be careful, I don't think anyone wants you to get hurt.' he reached out and nuzzled her again, lifting lengths of her mane with his nose, before letting it fall again.
'You live in this area then, with family, with a mate?' he enquired.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:54 am
It was good that he didn't puff up about it. Olivia never really liked others who had inflated egos. Obviously he knew he was handsome and was quite humble about it.
"If my father found out he'd probably have a heart attack." She lowered her head slightly, eyes shifting back and forth as if she expected him to just pop out at any moment. "He worries a bit too much though. But he just cares and doesn't want to see us all get hurt." She smiled as he nuzzled her, giving him a nuzzle in return and lipping at a bit of his mane. It was soft like she had expected.
Olivia glanced about the field for a second. "Yes, I live here by myself. My mother lives not too far away though. And I have no mate. What about you? Do you live around these parts? Any family members or rabid mates I should know about?" She giggled lightly at the last part. Mostly just joking, but sometimes you could never tell how some mares would react with their mates talking to the opposite gender.
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