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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 10:03 am
  Not again! Argh!
The morning light woke her up earlier than usual, and he had already gone. The sun was barely poking out through the trees, and yet he couldn't be found. What was he up to, where had he disappeared to? It frustrated the tiny mare to no end to know that she was alone this morning, and without any warning. Not only did it bug her that he didn't have the courtesy to tell her that he was going to not be there, it worried her because he was well, rather hard to find.
And she couldn't go get help. Not from any sane creature at least. See, the 'he' as to whom she was worried about was...well, imaginary. He, and the species of this....not existent creature was unknown even to the mare, had a name....it was George. Bertie and George....she created him when she was just a filly, and had to deal with the disapproval of her Mumsy, the disappearance of her Pops - who in turn took her older brother. He was always there for her, they made each other laugh....and she adored him.
She reached adulthood, and George continued to stay. Rainbow Sherbert (who preferred Bertie) couldn't contain herself and pretend to act all mature for her Mumsy...she needed her George in her life, and couldn't bare to store him away in her imagination. What if one day she would wake up and come to find that he was gone for good? What if one day, she forgot he even used to exist (or not)? The mare couldn't fathom something like that, but alas, the risk was too hard to take.
So he stayed. But he didn't come out as often anymore, for every time Bertie ran into a real soquili, she'd pretend as though her imaginary friend wasn't there. And at the end of the day, when said soquili left her, George would be allowed to come out of hiding, and boy was he upset. Not always...but a good many times.
Today? Oh, well....perhaps today he couldn't take it anymore and just wanted some alone time....without having to be ordered to disappear. Perhaps he just needed time to cool off.
Yeah, that made sense.
"Hurry back Georgie." Bertie whispered, gathering herself. She didn't want to be seen alone...she hated being alone....which is why she created him in the first place. "Hurry back."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 11:34 am
Estelle wandered, like she had done a thousand times before, each time it lead her to a new and interesting place, her fascination with the beauty around her often managed to get her into trouble, she recalled when she was a filly and ran away from home. Her tears stained her cheeks with a strong distained taste for connections with others, a bitter reminder of the pain that was caused through abandonment and betrayal from others. Her heart felt heavy with such thoughts as she forced herself to concentrate on the lighter things around her like the beauty of a river, the mountains, and the grass itself as it gently swayed in the wind tickling her hooves with a friendliness that she knew nothing about.
Out of all the places she had visited she was most fascinated by the mountains, with their dreamy white toppings of freshly fallen snow. It was so peaceful that the world just seemed to be frozen in that moment of time, a perfect place to linger on the tranquillity of your own thoughts. It was especially enchanting at night, with the embracing glow of the moon and stars twinkling in soft ambiance above, out of all the things in the world it was a certainty that they would always be there, even if they where covered by layers of clouds they would find a way to sparkle into her heart. Her obsession with the stars had lessened as of late, considering the world around her as a need for her attention was slowly taking hold, yet her inability to make an actual connection with another remained. Often it would appear as if she had made a break though but in reality she was recoiling her emotions inside edging swiftly away from the connections of others.
Sighing her pace increased faintly as she noticed movement ahead of her, curiosity took a dangerous grip over her as wondered what lay ahead of her. Step by step she advanced upon a pretty yet dainty young mare, her markings fascinating to her, she lips moved softly to form the smallest of grimaces, the young mare seemed to be contemplating something and mumbling words under her breath that sounded like "hurry back" cocking her head to one side she pulled a funny face, surely she was not talking to her? After all they had never met before. Smiling once again she cough slightly to catch her attention before speaking softly.
"Hello, do you know where the nearest water supply is?"
She licked the inside of her mouth gently, her thirst suddenly realised after her long morning stroll.
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