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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:04 pm
The golden setting sun illuminated the flutter stallion's wings, making the outline of them prominent in the sky. Crisanto loved to watch the large glowing orb sink beyond the horizon, and he made a point of watching it every chance he could.
He slowly made his way down to the ground; to a field covered in long grass. As he got closer, he could hear the crickets already singing their lullabies. Landing gracefully, he made his way to a brook that ran through the field and lowered his head for a cool clean drink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:57 pm
Persephone watched the setting sun, motionless. She lingered on as the last brilliant wash of color faded from the darkening sky, her peaceful gaze never wavering as the sky took on the muted hues of twilight.
With a soft sigh, she turned away, and made her way towards a nearby stream for a quick, refreshing drink before heading off to sleep. Her movements were slow, as though she did not wish to lay down for the night just yet. She felt as though there was something more to do, somewhere to go, to be.
She smiled at her own foolishness. Another one of her fantasies of importance and meaning. What did it matter, whether she lived or died, so long as she did so smiling?
The mare stopped; a flash of yellow caught her eye. She looked over to see a stallion of a somehow familiar ashen gold hue bending his head to drink.
She lingered near the edge, hesitant to approach, troubled by those unsettingly familiar golden wings.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 7:13 pm
Ears twitching involuntarily, Cris lifted his head from the water slowly, almost casually. Far from what he felt... there had been little to no noise made, but his innate sense of another Soquili's presence overwhelmed him. His muscles had tensed in anticipation, but when the wind carried a scent sweeter than the first spring day after a long winter, he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed.
Looking up, he spotted the mare across the brook, and was taken aback. He stood there, staring at her... had he met this beautiful lady before? She certainly seemed familiar. Shaking off the odd feeling, he thought it only polite to introduce himself.
"Good evening, lady... milady." That feeling of recognition came flooding back, but it was like trying to remember a dream upon waking... just a flit of color here, or a word there. Bowing slightly to her he said, "I am Crisanto, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance milady."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 7:46 pm
A flicker of recognition warred with caution as the stallion greeted her. She moved forwards, head tilted to one side as she peered curiously at the flutter. Crisanto... Crisanto... she couldn't quite place the name, but it sung a familiar tune.
"Good evening, M'lord." She dipped her neck gracefully, eyes cast demurely downwards before she again met his amber gaze. "The pleasure is all mine."
Pleasantries exchanged, she smiled slightly, brow furrowing almost imperceptibly as she attempted to recollect the manner of their acquaintance... but the memories fluttered just out of reach, like a shadow in the night. "I am Persephone."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 10:23 am
It had been a long time since he had met anyone whose manners matched his own. What a lovely mare, he thought to himself. There was something in her voice though... something in the way she moved. He couldn't quite grasp from where, but he was certain he had met her before.
"Lady Persephone..." He hesitated, hoping he wouldn't sound odd asking her such a question, but forced himself to go on. His curiosity would not let him brush off the feeling he had. "My lady, have we... met before?" He tilted his head questioningly, squinting, as if it would help him recognize her.
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