|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:32 pm
 The trees were heavy laden with leaves which shadowed the ground and underbrush in the early evening. It might have been hot if the trees hadn't been blocking away so much sunlight this deep in the forest. It wasn't dark, but the light that illuminated the forest was a filtered light green color, one that danced along Santos's pale skin and fur.
The stallion trailed between the trees, his hand brushing the rough, ancient trunks of those he passed by. He hummed and smiled as he went, loving the cover that the forest provided. It was all beautiful to him, and it made him feel calm, a feeling he particularly enjoyed. He rested his tattooed arm behind his neck as he walked a looked upward to the canopy, studying the shapes the leaves made. It was a rare occasion that he felt this peaceful.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 7:19 pm
This part of the deep forest was perfect for growing the pale roses that seemed to just florish under her hands. Moonlight colored petals seemed to sparkle in the faint rays of sunlight that broke through the leaves, she smiled as she watered the plants as she did early every morning, and at the start of the evening.
Bright orbs sparkled with a deep pleasure she hadnt known in a long time, the roses she grew were her family now. She had Balthazar but he didnt replace those she'd lost, nor did she replace those he had lost as well, she sighed softly as she thought of those gone, and how she missed them, but the there was nothing she could do to change it, the gods had ignored her pleas.
She quietly and happily tended to the roses, whispering softly to them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 7:47 pm
The fragrance hit Santos first and he very quickly recognized the scent as roses. Taking in a deep breath he sped his pace slightly, his ears finally picking up the sound of a female voice, very faint. It wasn't a voice he recognized, but he followed it anyways, curious to her connection with the roses.
As he approached his head cocked gently to the side and he forgot to give any sign that he was near, as he was so fascinated in her interaction with the flowers. He stood still just behind her, his arms crossed low across his belly and his brows furrowed. He'd never seen a mare so simply at peace talking to flowers, of all things, and something about it made a small smile appear on his lips. Had she grown them all? They were beautiful.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 8:02 pm
The smell in the little hidden garden of roses changed the moment he neared, but she didnt look back at him, she merely stiffened.
Strangers sneaking up on her, hadnt ever lead to anything good in her life, but she closed her eyes and reminded herself that she wasn't near the swamp lands, that the clan there couldnt get her here.
Slowly, her head turned, tilted slightly as she gazed back at him. "Lovely aren't they?" was all she said before she turned her attention back to the roses, she finished watering them, putting the wood carved bucket like contraption she used to gather water and bring it back to the roses.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 8:59 pm
He jumped slightly as she spoke, as if he was being jarred into awareness, but his smile didn't fade. "They're beautiful. Did you grow them all yourself?"
He'd hardly noticed the change of smell, he'd been so wrapped up in the beauty around him. He noticed it now, though, and a look of confusion crossed his face. "What happened? They smell different... I've never known a flower to change scents like that."
His ice-y eyes kept drifting over the roses a few times before he finally let them rest on the mare again. He'd barely taken note of her appearance before, but now he noticed that she was just as lovely as the flowers she tended to, and he felt that perhaps someone had smiled on him to let him have such wonderful luck this day.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 9:35 pm
She smiled as she shifted to where she fully faced the unknown stallion and the roses as well. "I saved what seemed to be a small dying flower, after months of care, several more came into bud, and then it grew into what you see today, so I did nothing more than care for them. They did the hard work.." She smiled fondly at the roses.
"They didnt really change scents, more of lessened their own perfume so that I would become aware of you, and get caught off guard in case you are dangerous." She said as she brushed her hands together.
Relaxing a bit, as he didnt appear to show any signs of being dangerous to her, she finally let her eyes fall onto his face.
A strong jaw, what seemed to be a soft mouth, ice colored eyes that didnt hold any cold to them. Her eyes roamed lower, his body was well toned, like he took care of himself, she eyed the tribal tattooing on his arm, not many were marked like that, but as the rose amongst the swirling black caught her attention, her smile grew.
Another lover of roses..
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:12 pm
Santos's smile brightened slightly before he looked away, approaching the roses and tenderly running his finger along a silky petal. "It's amazing how something torn and dying can flourish with help." He grinned down at the flower, and was reminded of himself, of his past, and how well he handled himself now. He hadn't had constant help, but he'd had little pushes along the way.
"They react to you like that?" He looked back at her, bewildered. These roses were more than the beautiful flowers he admired. "I didn't even think that was possible."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:51 pm
If only he knew how close to home his words actually were, she continued to watch him, silently for the most part. Bright eyes blinking as she nodded her head, "Everything needs a bit of a hand from time to time.." She let her finger tips brush lightly over the petals of the roses around her waist. The bushes before them were only of ivory roses, and yet crimson ones were adorned on her body, those were a completely different set of bushes.
"Well after time, and I've a tendence to chatter away...they've began to respond to me, my moods, my needs..as I have them." She said, it sounded so silly, but it was the truth.
The roses were living, breathing creatures themselves, why couldn't they interact with another living, breathing creature?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:18 pm
Santos shook his head in amazement. "That's.. crazy. I've never heard of anything like that. It's amazing." He turned in a circle, looking at the pale roses once more before he bowed his head to her. "I'm Santos. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm a little... distract-able." He chuckled his deep, amused chuckle, offering her a kind smile.
"My mother used to grow and tend to roses. Beautiful crimson ones." He sighed at the memory, wish he'd been able to care for them after she was gone. He missed watching her work away, it was calming. It was things like that, that he missed about his home.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:17 pm
She let out a soft laugh, she didn't laugh often. "My mother would be shocked at my own lack of manners. "I'm Charlie, its nice to meet you Santos.." She returned his smile, no one got her real name these days, unless they were special to her.
"Oh, your mother had a talent with roses as well? Crimson roses have so much spunk and are so vivacious. I've been trying to get some to grow as well..they're a bit more challenging for me it seems."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:26 pm
"Charlie." He laughed, a happy, genuine laugh. "Fun, simple, yet beautiful in it's own way. I like it." He loved hearing different names. Names from different areas, cultures, clans. It was all interesting.
His pale fingers twined themselves together as his memories of his mother flooded his mind and a small sad smile played on his lips. "She was something special. They grew all over with her care. She wore them on her..." He blinked at Charlie, still smiling, "Kind of like you. She was so pale... paler than I am, that it was a beautiful contrast. And then they imprinted themselves on her children. Mine is on my arm." He turned a little, so his shoulder was facing her. "My youngest sister had one over her heart. My two other sisters had them over their eyes and on their hips. And my twin brother... his was white, on his arm like mine.. but it was.. different." His smile turned downward and he shook his head. His brother's was very different, in a way that terrified Santos.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:24 pm
She couldnt help but give a faint blush at his comment of her name, she looked to the roses for a moment, watching as they seemed to tilt towards the moonlight that was now falling through the breaks in the trees.
A soft sad smile tugged on her mouth as she listened to him talk about his family, she linked her fingers together as she nodded. "To be so touched by them, that it actually shows on your being is an amazing and blessed experience." She said with a nod.
She thought of her brother Charles and how she missed him. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, she was getting better each time she thought about him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:46 pm
Santos's frowned deepened. "Sometimes it's a sad and heartbreaking experience. I don't know if any part of my family is still alive." His grimaced and glanced to her face to see something akin to his feelings pass over her.
"Is something wrong?" He didn't like that look on his own face, let alone on someone else. If he had things his way, no one would ever even know there was such a look, such a pain. But that was in his own happy little world, which had no bearing on the one he currently stood in.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:56 pm
She blinked, before she came back to the present, and gave him a weak smile.
"Oh, its nothing.." She said with a wave of her hand. How did she tell someone that she knew no one else of her family was alive, that they were all dead, murdered, taken from her in front of her eyes.
That her own twin brother had been killed, she had lost so much that night.
Her family. Her Innocence.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 10:19 pm
"If you say so." He offered a gentle smile, knowing that it was in fact more than nothing, but not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
"I kind of feel silly. You don't know me, I don't know you, but just the sight of roses and got me talking like my life depended on it." He gave an amused snort and shook his head. "I hope I haven't upset you with anything I've said." He looked down, feeling like he had, in fact, upset her. He didn't like doing that to people. Which is why the burden of his past was usually his alone to bear. No one deserved a punishment like sharing it with him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
