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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 5:55 pm
She was the type that enjoyed being alone, because she did not think of anything like the future. She truly expected to never meet "the one"--she would leave that to her other three sisters... and her two brothers, who both had apparently found someone, of this she wasn't sure though. In the end she just shrugged it off; if a stallion managed to woo her and whatnot, then good. If not, still good. She didn't care either way; she always went with the flow, and spoke her opinion when she felt it was necessary. That was that. Right?
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:05 pm
 Tawa stood thinking while fluttering his wings lightly. Time had gone by so fast, it seems just yesterday that his siblings and him were still just foals and now one of his brother's had a mate and kids and his sister was in a relationship. It seemed that everyone had started their own life but him, not that he minded it too much. He was having too much fun just having fun with life to worry too much about it. Sure he would want to have a family too someday, he saw how his parents were in love with eachother, but he wasn't in a hurry. Right now he was free to do what ever he wanted with nothing to hold him back.
Tawa knew that sometimes things took you by surprise and life wasn't something you could plan, so why try? Beside it was more fun this way, it was an adventure. Tawa was pulled out of his train of thought after hearing what was mostlikely a bird and he smiled as he looked around a bit.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 7:43 am
Ming pulled out of her thought at the sound of a bird, and then the sound of hoof steps... or was that just her listening to her own hoof steps? No matter. So, she continued to walk in the direction of the sound of the bird, curious as to why it was chirping its little head off so happily. As she edged out into an open meadow, her soft golden eyes flickered in recognition of a flutter standing not too much farther away from her.
He was the oddest of colors, she thought.
Blue-orange, with a golden color, almost like a glow. Did all flutters glow like him? Maybe it was the sunlight bouncing off of him, since she recalled that her own mother and father seemed to "glow" in the sunlight when it hit them just right. But, that didn't matter. For now, her eyes seemed glued to that carefree attitude, something she wasn't used to. Her family varied in personality but all had one thing in common together (with the exception of herself and her father): huge egos.
Well, then again, she was still a little bit egoistic--one couldn't help it with one's growing environment--but still... She didn't know why, the flutter stallion certainly kept her attention, though she decided that it was because she was curious. It was rare for her to encounter flutters, though she knew a few of them. (Well, perhaps not so many, but she liked to think she knew a few, since flutters were rather a rare species.) She stood there at the edge of the meadow, debating whether to greet the stallion or not; her stoic personality fought valiantly, though, and so she stood silent, merely observing. She wasn't quite ready for interaction yet, she decided.
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