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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:16 pm
"This is absolutely mental." Ashrialto muttered to himself as he stalked in a circle at the heart of a rolling field. To his right, the river, to his left, the forest... Rolling hills covered in grass, the occassional small stream or felled log or boulder...
The perfect place to be kicking up his heels, jumping, running, and just enjoying the day. And he was stewing.
He was stewing for many reasons...
One, he was a hero. Happy to help in anyway possible, but seemingly unable to speak to a girl as gallantly as she would wish.
Failure.
Two, he had a crush on his best friend. A foalish, flickering thing that had hovered about his head since they were children, but he needed to shake it, and fast.
And three, there was... Oh never mind that right now...
The first two were bad enough!
"What is so hard about talking to mares you've never met? What is your problem?" He muttered. "Look at your father! Look at your grandfather! They have NO problem flattering every mare to within an inch of her life!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:54 pm
 Phaedra loved spring. To celebrate the warm weather, the mare was high in the sky, doing tricks and stunts in her flight. She hadn't a care in the world, nothing could distra-- Oops. Too late.
The light blue mare had noticed something below. "Maybe it could be a new friend!"
Oh dear. That poor, poor stallion. Nearly everybody who'd encountered Phaedra thus far hadn't been able to help themself from giving into her childish charm. Even the biggest, grumpiest stallion had made nice with her in fear of making her cry.
She tucked her wings to her side, shrieking in glee as she dove toward the earth, and the stallion. "INCOMIIIIIIIIING!"
Without a moment's notice, she was right above the stallion, opening her wings to stop herself. Or soften the impact.
Phae barely missed the stallion, and managed to land only inches beside him. She giggled before speaking.
"Hi, there! I'm Phaedra. But you can call me Phae if you want. If you don't want to call me Phae, though, you can just call me Phaedra. I don't mind either one. What's your name?!" The excited mare bounced on her front hooves. This was her normal greeting, introducing herself and rambling about nicknames before asking the other their name.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:01 pm
The whoosh of wings and joyous shriek could have been Kaishara -his best friend was known to do such things- and Ash had long ago become accostomed to dodging such things. He leaped sideways a good six inches, luckily it was away from the direction the mare had choosen to land.
Standing there staring as she leapt about, he could hardly believe his eyes. It was certainly not Kaishara.. And yet, they were way too alike.
"I'm Ashrialto." He spat out before he could even think to be nervous. His head was still spinning, trying to process his narrow escape from being landed on -something that had happened once or twice when Kaishara was first learning how to fly- and the dizzying introduction that followed.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Phaedra..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:23 pm
Phaedra giggled at him. "Nice t' meet ya', too, Ashria... Ashra... Uh... Can I just call ya' Ash? And please dun' call me 'Lady.' Sounds waaaaay too formal, an' reminds me of one of my mum's friends. His name's... Uh... I dun' remember. But'cha know what? You're kinda splotchy like him." She smiled and nodded at the observation, feeling rather proud of herself for being able to pay attention long enough to notice.
"So what'cha doin' out here all alone, Ash? Are ya' celebrating spring, too?! Ooo! I came out my basket 'round this time. When'd ya' come outta your basket, Ash?" Phae's bright smile all but faded when she noticed a patch of clover; the first clover she'd seen since the snow had melted.
"Look, Ash! Clover!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:35 pm
Ash stared at her blankly as she skipped from subject to subject like a butterfly with flowers. Where on earth did she find the energy? And how in the heavens did she keep from confusing herself!?
"Erm.. I.. No, Ash is just fine Lady- I mean, Phaedra... Most tend to call me that." He replied at last. "Tis just a tradition of my family to have the "alto" in there somewhere..."
A friend of her mother's? Splotchy?
"Your mother probably knows my sire." He murmured as she fluttered over to the clover patch. "Oh.. Yes.. So it is..."
Baskets? "I was out of my basket in Summer... A few more months, I'm afraid."
Why was he even talking to her? It was like speaking to a foal, he suppossed... Which is why she didn't make him nervous. Yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 3:05 pm
Something clicked in the mare's head. "Alto... Alto... SIBALTO!" she shrieked joyously. "I knew I'd be able t' remember!"
Phaedra happily switched subjects again, seemingly calming down a bit. "I'm older than ya'?" She giggled. "Wouldn't really be able t' tell, huh? Mamma says I'm a li'l kid most of the time. She's pro'lly right. Y'know, when I really was little, I think I acted more grown up 'an this."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:41 am
"Sibalto is my grandsire.. I am the son of Imrikalto." Ash nodded. "You must be a child of Midori, then... Your colors are similar to what my Grandsire has described..."
He blinked at her, then shrugged. "You may very well be, My Lady.. I make it a policy to never ask a lady her age, so unless you say it out loud, we need never know..."
He winked playfully. It really was like talking to a foal.. Well, at least, Phaedra wasn't that bad... It must just be mares who acted like mares...
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:51 pm
Phaedra wondered for a moment what the meaning of the words "sire" and "grandsire" were, but danced in excitement. "Midori is my mamma's name!" She quickly calmed herself down, and seemed to wilt as if she were a flower. "But," the mare began, "I don't look much like Mamma. Mamma's way prettier. My sis does, though. And my brother's got 'er hippy thingy." Her thoughts soon began to travel, and she added more. "Come to think of it, I don't look much like Pappa either. Only thing I've got from either of 'em is Mamma's hair... Kind of. And Daddy's wings... Kind of. 'Cept mine are black an' green an' blue an' white, an' his are white. Ooo. An' Mamma's hoofs. But nothin' else! Well... 'Cept for Mamma's eyes." Her rambling must have sounded silly to the poor stallion. At least it made sense to her.
"An' I'm..." She tapped the ground with her hoof as she counted in her head. "I'm almost thirteen two-legger's 'months.' Dunno if that's old or not, but I'm okay with it."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:17 am
Ashrialto nodded. He knew what that was like. "I have my father's coloring and markings only in these dapples... The dapples are the legacy of my father's father, the red of my father's mother... I am nothing like my mother, really, I am darker than she.. I believe that is the legacy of her own sire... But I have her tail style, and my sire's mane..."
He grinned. "I am only nine or so two-legger's months... So it seems you are a bit older than me, Lady Phae..."
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