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 Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:41 pm
"Well, what are you doing out of the water, silly fish?" she chided, making a reprimanding pout with her lips. She wasn't fond of the idea of touching him, let alone getting wet, but neither did she want to leave him there to died. With a little sigh of irritation, she leaned her muzzle down as gently as she could and began to nose the tiny figure towards the water.
"Ugh," she groaned to herself - it smelled awful, and it was slimy. She managed to get the little creature into the flow of the river water, however, and after a moment of collecting itself it swam into the murky current. "You're welcome," she said with a little toss of her short mane, turning away to tramp back away from the bank, though she continued to blow short bouts of air through her nose as if to rid herself of a lingering, terrible smell.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:29 pm
 A soft chuckle and the rustle of feathers as he folded his wings elegantly against his back with a toss of his mane. "That was very kind of you" He said softly. "Some might have just left it... since they do rather smell. I might recommend, a careful application of honeysuckle to clear the palate, sans bees of course" He said with a small smile
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:42 pm
The foal's small head whipped around with a slight gasp of surprise at the voice, eyes widening a fraction before she managed to regain a little composure. A slight pout formed on her maw the notion of being startled so, but she soon found curiosity outweighing her bruised pride.
"Honeysuckle?" she chirped lightly, turning to face the taller, paler male with bright eyes trained on his own. She tilted her head to the side as she tried to recall ever seeing the flower, or if her parents had ever pointed it out. "I don't know where to find honeysuckle."
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:31 pm
"The long deeply pink flowers with the delicate yellow middles?" He said tilting his head. "Im sure you'd smell them before you see them... just there... over the hill growing along that fallen tree, they quite like it, but so does anything that likes anything sweet." He nodded and stretched his wings before refolding them.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle, I was just a little afraid you might slip into the river, where -are- your parents?" He said with a shake of his head but smiling still all the same. Not really mad, nor chiding almost a tease.
"Oh!...I am sorry, very rude of me, Here I leave you talking to strangers."
He extended a hoof every bit a gentlehorse
"My name is... Pegaso Angelique, my father is Pegaso, my mother Angelique... I think mother thought it clever" He winked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:42 pm
She furrowed her brows a little as she tried to recall the flowers he was describing, but with an agitated sigh she simply shook her head, tossing her fading mane side to side with the action. "I don't recall them, but then, if they have bees buzzing about them all the time that might be why."
"My parents?" She asked with a little raise of a brow, her wings fluttering against her back as she turned her head to look behind her nervously. "I'm sure my parents are close by, maybe with my brother. I'm not too far from them, I swear!" Her voice trailed off from her usual attempted grace into a vaguely sulking, childish tone - she certainly didn't want to get in trouble, though she didn't think her parents would mind terribly that she was off exploring a bit. If they found out she was playing near the river, though, that might be a different story.
At the change of conversation, a smile split her maw and her mood brightened considerably. "I'm Amelia," she almost chirped, taking a little hop forward as she let her wings flutter against her back once more. His name, and little joke, was cause for a peal of innocent laughter. Calming herself, she tilted her head up at him once more. "My parents are Alice and Wintir," she shrugged, "I have lots of siblings, so they probably couldn't name me or my brother anything clever like that - all their clever was used up by now I bet."
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 8:36 pm
"Oh, I don't think so, it was a clever answer so I'm sure you have your share." He nodded an amused spark in his eyes.
"Amelia... that's a very pretty name, my family isn't so large, I have a brother and a sister, but my Brother is already -wooing-" He said rolling the word and his eyes at once. "Here... so long as they are close by I'll show you?" He tossed his head, you don't have to get close enough to attract bees to get the fish smell out of your nose I swear it." He chucked.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:30 am
She smiled brightly at his compliments, tossing her head a bit to get her pale forelocks from out of her eyes. "I suppose it's pretty," she said shyly, shifting her hooves against the ground as she dropped her eyes, smiling in a childish manner.
"Wooing?" she asked, brows furrowing in confusion as she tilted her head back up to look at him. She had no idea what that meant, to be honest, but then he offered to show her the flowers and she seemed to forget. "Ohh, yes! Would you please?" She beamed up at him as she turned sideways, prancing a bit as she did so. "Can we go now?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 1:29 pm
He tilted his head up with a laugh and nodded. "Yes, we can go now." He said and started forward with an easy gate.
"Wooing is.... when you try and convince a girl to... kiss you and cuddle" he chuckled conspiritoritily
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:06 am
She smiled brightly as he started forward, turning to follow after him, starting off with a bursting little gallop before settling into pace at his side. "Are they really far?" she asked inquisitively, her curiosity getting the better of her, and finding her incapable of keeping quiet for more than a few minutes.
"Ew," she stated with a little frown on her mug, causing her nose to wrinkle slightly - a comical expression, "why would you want to kiss and cuddle?" That was a concept lost on her at such an age and she just shook her head, tossing her mane, and looked ahead of them. Flowers were much more interesting than this 'wooing' thing, in her opinion.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:15 am
He laughed and tossed his mane "No not that far at all, And I don't know... maybe someday we'll be bitten by the wooing bug, but not yet, not yet at all"
He led her just a ways away to where the soil was firmer, rich and old and the honeysuckle had found a twisting old tree to creep up. It hung in a heavy sweet scented canopy humming with the small bumbling insects in their black and gold coats, lazily, almost sleepily drifting from each long bloom to the next.
"There... what do you think... sweet enough to chase away the smell of the fish?" He tipped his head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:06 am
"I don't ever want to be," she said with a childish pout, though her attention was soon drawn away by the sight and smell of the honeysuckle he drew her to.
"Oh, it's so pretty!" Her pout faded away to be taken place of by a smile, her wings fluttering against her back in her excitement as she took a few galloping steps forward towards the sweet scented, flowered vine. "And it smells lovely - much better than that stinky, rude fish." She narrowed her eyes on the little bees buzzing about it however and frowned. "I don't like those bees though."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 3:19 pm
He chuckled "No, no their a bit hard to reckon with aren't they" He said shaking his head slightly There was something marvelous about her... well the word would be innocence and direct nature wasn't there.
"Here... " He said and moved forward giving a few flaps of his wings to one side of the drape of pink and greenery moving the bees slightly with the wind created. before darting his head forward and grabbing a mouthful of green and flowers and backing away with a few more flaps.
He bowed with a chuckle and presented them to her.
"There you are my lady... since the fish can't pluck them for you."
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:44 pm
She watched with a certain awe as the male moved forward and coaxed the bees (that was the only term she could think of to call it) into moving away from the flowers long enough to snag a few. As he was doing so, she shifted her hooves nervously on the ground, shifting a little sideways as she waited for him to come back - wouldn't it be just awful if he got stung?
However, as he brought the flowers back and set them before her, a wide smile spread across her maw. "For me?" she said with a delighted giggle, her eyes swinging from him, then down to the flowers. She leaned to sniff at them, filling her nose with the scent she could smell much better now that she was up close. "They're beautiful!" she exclaimed, staring at them closer. "No one has ever given me flowers before, thank you." She leaned back up to look at him as she fluttered her against her back again, in a motion of pleasure. She'd have to make sure she put the flowers somewhere safe when she got back home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:44 am
He grinned, amused and delighted at her reaction, it was at once funny and utterly delightful. Funny little filly-foal. "I'm sure there will be more when your older, he grinned. "People do that for pretty fillies, has that helped clear your nose?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:45 am
She smiled shyly at his words, scuffing her hooves against the ground. "Maybe so," she said, before she glanced back up to look at him, tossing her head in an attempt to get her unruly forelocks from in front of her eyes.
"Oh yes, that terrible fish smell is all gone," the words were spoken with a small giggle, her wings flexing with her amusement. Then, a sad frown pulled across her mug as she looked up at the sun where it was settled against the cloud dappled sky. "I should probably start heading home though, before mom and dad begin to worry."
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