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 Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 5:36 pm
 You'd think she'd learn to take a guide with her or something, perhaps ask Jaci or Amaris, even Beatrice if she could find the ghost-like mare, to accompany her on her mindless explorations of her new home. But no - no, of course she took her leave in silence as the happy family dealt with one another. Something about the scene made her reluctant to burst the cheery little bubble. Perhaps it was the blunt fact she felt such a pain of remembrance and jealousy that it was safest to depart on her own, rather than suffer with further reminders of what she left behind.
Which was... what? Two loving, but suffocating males; two families that wanted nothing but the best for her, but with no idea as to what exactly that was? The soft chime-like clinks from around her foreleg did not help stop the surge of memories, though they did form much more pleasant recollections.
The crisp air of the incoming winter had her breath swirling around her face as a strange mist, the grass crunching beneath her hooves as if twigs. Although there wasn't any snow on the ground, Bella couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would before the world was covered in white. Not her favorite time of year -she was never a fan of the cold or wet weather- but she did love seeing everything frosted over with snow.
If only everything was still edible and warm when it was like that.
Pausing, her ears twitched side to side vaguely, noting how she was now entering lands not yet explored. The trees were still as thick and varying between pine and bare oak and maple and whatnot as the riverbed where she'd left her new herdmates, but there was a slight incline as if she was coming towards a hill. There was no way she had traveled far enough to reach the mountains... that trip down took far more than the few hours she'd now spent traveling about. And yet, she still had to wonder.
After all, it wasn't like she had a clue as to where exactly she was.
"I think... I might be lost." Or at the very least, horribly confused.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 6:02 pm
 The colt made his solemn way through the numerous trees that made up the forest which was his homeland. They were all bare, left nude as the cold winds tore away their beautiful green dresses. Those leaves were now layered on the frozen, hardened ground, left crippled in their scorching autumn colors.
He was out adventuring, an activity one would know as usual for the colt if they knew of his antics. His white-tipped lion's tail tailed behind him, kept just above ground level, and his head was held high and proud, the sun which spared no heat for the Earth outlining the excited glint in his eyes. Taigi's horn, short but mighty, was standing visible, his bangs brushed to rest at the side of his left cheek by the wind.
There was a moment when the trees thinned and he was left to traverse across an open clearing in the forest, but that event was short lived. He was soon walking through a thicket once more. This area was quite new to him, he didn't travel in this particular direction before, and there was the scent of fresh exploration, it felt as if each portion of trees exhaled a separate aroma.
Then there was a sound. It was a soft sound, nothing short of a rabbit's sigh. The sound was vocal, however, and it sounded like that of another Soquili. Therefore, young Taigi's ears were perked and swiveled around until they picked up the slightest revelation of another being in the surrounding area. The snap of a twig, the crackle of leaves, a sigh or the pulsation of a fast-beating heart. None of these made themselves known, though, and Taigi started to walk on pure whim. His hooves led him to an area that seemed to slope upwards, which was certainly curious.
He kept to the side of this ascending hill, however, and followed the rim until he saw something, someone, that stood out. It was a mare with a light coat, colored as one of the paler two-leggers would have been. She didn't look hostile, but one never knew, so he approached with caution.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:00 pm
Earthen optics drifted lazily over the scenery, the mental map in her head slowly filling in as she took in the sights. In the distance she could still see the mountains, proud and strong beyond the treeline. It was as she thought - this was nothing more than a large hill, not anywhere near the great piles of rock and snow caps. Relieving, really, as the ranges brought her far too close to her old home for comfort.
A scowl of disgust fell upon her features, though one not at all directed to anything around her. It was self-loathing that was building, disgruntled and mood fouled by the fact she was bluntly running from her past. She spun around on hoof, shaking her head to clear the dark thoughts. Ever present, the light chiming from the charms around her foreleg decided to be kind to her this time, banishing the thoughts rather than pulling forth further painful memories.
What a double-edged blade she wore. Yet could she ever be smart and take it off? Oh no, heaven forbid! Perhaps, in truth, it was she who was the masochist in this world.
Her gaze defocused head of her, a mass of black startling the mare into full attention. Nothing more than a dark foal coming towards her, Bella settled when the sudden shock of another presence decided to subside. Foolish... scared of a child... ugh. This was getting sad.
As she drew nearer, a brow rose in question. It was not the usual youngling she was accustomed to, but with a strange tail and even stranger horn protruding from its forehead. Old stories surged into her mind, curiosity peaking as words like "uni" and "mystic" and "healer" whispered themselves in her mental ears. Weren't such breeds just that though? Stories?
...alright, seriously. What wasn't just a story these days?
"This seems a bit far to roam for someone your age," she called out calmly, a warm smile gracing her muzzle despite the negative thoughts boiling within. She had no qualms with the child, so there was no need to be hostile towards him.
She cocked her head to the side, watching him still. "Unless... that's the point?" Knowing Amaris, it wasn't much of a gamble to say people were starting their exploring years younger and younger these days.
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