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 Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:39 pm
 Flannghaile had had a nice hike through the canyon where her cave was located and was now returning home along the rim. Autumn was ending fast up here, and the first snow was already lying thinly on the ground covered with the fading fiery hues of the autumn leaves that lay damp and withered on the rocky earth. She inhaled deeply. Ah, yes, it was a good thing that she was already gathering the pine boughs that she used for warmth in the winter, as well as the occasional pelt a two-legger had lost or abandoned or simply not collected. Despite her long usdia coat, she still felt the frosty chills of this time of the year, and not even Flann could stand this kind of cold without some kind of warmth to snuggle into.
Rounding a bend along a stand of trees both fallen and upright, she arbitrarily burst into a pleasant song from her foalhood. "Come along, come along, let us step it oot together, Come along, come along, be it fair or stormy weather! Wi' the hills of hame before us and the purple o' the heather, Let us sing in happy chorus, come along, come along." It was a good walking song and made her feel warm and cheerful, but if she'd realized someone was in amongst the trees, Flann would have almost certainly been quieter so as not to startle the other usdia mare.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:19 pm
 Winter, the cold time. Sali shivered and crouched down among the leaves, wishing she had some place warm to hide. Someplace special where nobody could see her, like a cave or a burrow. Or even just the leaves, but bigger, big enough to hide under. Failing that, perhaps she could shrink down even smaller than she already was and the leaves could stay the same size. And then what? Well, she'd hide under a log! She giggled at the thought, but fell silent as the sound of... singing? yes, singing drifting through the trees. "How strange," she whispered, and startled by the sound of her own voice, she backed up until she hit a tree. "Oi," she said, eyeing the tree. "What are you doing there?" The tree said nothing, not that Sali had expected otherwise. "There's somebody out there," she continued, "not that you'd care, being a tree and all." She listened intently, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, and set off through the forest. She moved like a shadow, silent, darting from tree to tree, stopping every now and then to listen carefully for any sign of discovery.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 1:18 am
Flann noticed the subtle movements between the trees, but couldn't quite make out what was moving there. She paused in her song with a slight pang of regret and came to a full halt. "Hallo out there, whoever ye are. I'm over here. I'm friendly enough, if ye care to come out intae the open. I dinnae bite, as I dinnae ken why others like the taste o' meat. And if ye thought I was a tree, ye'll be in for a pleasant surprise, since I'm no' a tree at all."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:40 pm
What was that what was that? Sali froze at the sound of the voice. What had she said? She could barely make it out. But "meat," she'd definitely heard "meat," and she'd also heard "tree." Meat tree?
"Decide quickly," she muttered to herself. "Hide, run, or go see. She sounds small. But she also eats meat. Yes, meat."
She closed her eyes for a moment, and stood right where she was, unaware of just how visible the yellow patches on her fur were.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 11:53 pm
Flann looked around and finally caught a glimpse of the golden spots on the usdia mare that otherwise completely blended in with the autumn forest. "Och, there ye are," she said in her gentle tones. " 'Tis all right, I havenae the taste for meat. I like the green grasses of the glens far more than I like the meat of yer bones. I can see ye, yer yellow markings are verra visible."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 8:35 pm
Meat, she'd said meat again. But... but the voice didn't sound mean. She was just so hard to understand! And she appeared to have spotted her, so there was nothing for it.
"H-hello," Sali said. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. Time to be bold, time to be brave. She smiled and took a step closer.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:28 am
"There ye gae," Flann said encouragingly as the smoky usdia mare stepped out. "Ye're a bonny lassie, aren't ye?" It was true, the usdia was indeed a bonny one, shy, too, by the looks of her. Perfectly fair, the Highlanders tended to keep to themselves and were not ones for big gatherings or for strangers. On the other hand, Flann kept finding lonely or lost strangers on her doorstep....
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:46 pm
Sali frowned. She truly couldn't understand a word this other usdia was saying. But she wasn't that big, really, and really did seem rather friendly. And maybe part of the communication problem was the distance between them. Well, there was an easy way to solve that problem! Sali burst forward and ran straight at the other mare until stopping at the last minute, nose almost touching the other's. "Hello," she said. "I'm Sali!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:12 pm
"I'm Flannghaile," Flann said, happy to see that the lovely, shadowy little mare had gathered the courage to come out, and she seemed quite the energetic one. "Many call me Flann for short." She cocked her head. "I dinnae see many hiding in the woods at this time o' year. Were ye hiding frae a body, or were ye just hiding?" she inquired curiously.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 10:22 pm
If she concentrated... yes, she could just make out what the other mare was saying. Mostly. Her name was Flann, and something about hiding?
"I like to hide," Sali said. "I'm good at it. I can hide anywhere, nobody ever sees me because I'm so small... but you're my size, aren't you?" She tilted her head slightly and looked the other mare over. "You're very red," she said at last.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 10:06 pm
Flann grinned. "Them as likes tae hide are rare ones, are they no'? Yes, I'm yer size, and I am rather red, noo I come tae think aboot it," she added with a laugh. "But yer just right fer the hidin', since ye blend in sae well wi' yer surroundings." The dark little mare was indeed of a very naturalistic appearance, like Flann, only Flann was also the dark red of certain types of moths.
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