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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 12:52 am
 "I was hoping somebody would be out." Memora mused as she walked around the box that she grew up in. "If not father, then one of my uncles..." she sighed and plopped down on the ground.
It was late and there were millions of stars sparkling in the sky- a perfect night to go hunting... If you were a creature that enjoyed hunting.
Though Memora obviously had her father's genes, she took after her mother as far as food went, and didn't really enjoy meat as much as, say, Fides.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:05 am
 Wind-cast Flurries carefully watched over Memora, as she paced around the box, from a short distance away as he approached. Unlike her and his brother, he stood out too boldly to hunt during the night and instead voted to take a stroll in the beautiful starlit night.
"Fair maiden," he announced in a loud but nonthreatening voice so that he would not frighten her. He smiled very softly as he got closer to the dark filly. "A beautiful evening, is it not?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:12 am
Memora's head swivelled around as she heard a familiar voice. Her eyes lit up and she instantly rose to all fours, her entire demeanor visibly changing.
"Uncle Flurries." she replied, her voice rather sing-songy. "It is. And... I was looking for company. It is feeling rather lonely at home."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:19 am
"Then allow me to accompany you," he insisted as he walked forward to meet her strides until stopping in front of her and lowering her muzzle lightly. "A pleasure as always, Memora."
He looked around, "Where might your mother and father be?"
He paused.
"I don't suppose he's out reenacting the night they met..." He pondered out loud for a second.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:26 am
Copying and taking it one step more, Memora genuflected in reply to her uncle's muzzle lowering- as much of a curtsey as a pony was capable of. "Thank you."
Memora was going to reply in the moment that Wind-Cast Flurries paused... But he continued. Her nose wrinkled at the thought and she shook her head, "I have heard that story so many times." she let her own pause hang in the air, "And how I was apparently a terror to my mother as an orb."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:35 am
Taking the initiative to walk down the meadow, leading Memora on a walk under the stars.
"A trait you most definitely take after your father," he glanced, as if almost looking over his shoulder for the pony in subject. He turned his head to the bow in her hair for a moment and then grin charmingly. "Grace Seraphim, you take after your mother's beauty."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:43 am
Memora hurried along behind her Uncle, perpetually remaining half a step behind him. She was thankful for her dark coat and the covering of night as a blush rose to her cheeks, and a more noticable flickering of her fox-fire.
Her eyes remained downcast as she examined herself as best she could without any sort of reflection. She curled her long tail around to look at that as she walked, as well, noting the ribbons attached to her body but unable to see the bow that prompted Wind-Cast Flurries' comment.
"Ah... Thank you, Uncle Flurries." she lifted her head to speak more directly to him and was met with a charming grin.
In her flustered state, Memora simply blurted out, "Why were you alone tonight?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:53 am
Wind-cast Flurries flickered his tails, looking forward and then back at Memora occasionally. She was such a little lady, he thought.
"You are most welcome, my dear, it is nothing less than the truth."
Pondering for a moment and then he spoke again. "I was lacking suitable company for this fine evening, nothing more I'm afraid I'm not very exciting like your father."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:59 am
A small laugh escaped Memora, Suitable company? Sometimes excitement wasn't what a pony wanted.
With a shake of her head she spoke, "I find it somewhat difficult to believe that you couldn't find company, Uncle." a small smile curled one corner of her mouth, "As charming as you are."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:08 am
Wind-cast Flurries slowed almost to a stop and took a deep breath. "You must have me mistaken with another man. I don't suppose I'll have to tell your father of your activities with charming men?"
He grunted.
"As for my company, it seems my idea of a quiet night is not the sort of idea my previous company seeks."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:13 am
She kept her pace, walking past him as he continued to speak. She turned her head over her shoulder and called back to him, "Why ever would you do that?" Memora replied, not missing a beat. "The only charming man I know is you, Uncle Flurries."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:17 am
He snorted. "That can't be true because then I'd have to tell my brother I am charming his lovely daughter. Which isn't true, is it?"
He continued onto his normal pace, one step ahead of the one behind him. Oh youngings playing pranks on him. His cute, little niece Memora! How could she!
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:23 am
Laughing, Memora merely smiled as he passed her again, "No Uncle Flurries. Of course not, I am uncharmable." she all but giggled.
She walked silently behind him for some moments, staring up at the evening sky and then back to Wind-Cast Flurries. He really was very bold and did stand out in the evening quite a bit. She imagined that her aqua-green hair wasn't too much better, but at least her dark coat offered her some sort of camouflage in the darkness.
"Do you dislike Seraphim?" she asked suddenly, her voice soft.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:32 am
"With such pleasurable company as yourself how could I dislike the creature who put me here?" He said with nothing but sincerity and a smile. "Why would you ask? Does milady dislike him?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 12:20 pm
Despite his apparent sincerity, a frown suddenly darkened Memora's face and she scoffed. "Don't tease me Uncle. Saying things you don't mean isn't nice."
She came to a complete stop and stared up. The stars were so bright and so beautiful... But her eye was continuously drawn to the blue-white fox-pony hybrid that stood not too far off.
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