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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:22 pm
"Where to wander to today?" Daliu mused with a faint frown, more thoughtful then anything, on her pretty muzzle as she trotted along. Her strides had lengthened from their foalish gawkiness to limbs of supple power, propelling her easily over trails and fallen trees, through high grass and stream.
Pausing to wade sounded like a fine enough idea, she had always been rather interested in the effect of her glowing markings through the crystal water. It was particularly striking at night when naught was aglow but her, the stars and the occasional firefly. That was why she loved the nighttime.
Still, even with the sun high in the sky and burning brightly... There was no reason she couldn't enjoy a trip down the river to the wading area she favorited. Smooth rocks on the bottom that wouldn't cut at the soft part of her hooves, happily laughing water and sweet grass on the banks.
"That's just the thing." She nodded, proceeding along at a lope. "A good wade..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:19 pm
The warm spring air brought no wind yet the feeling of metamorphosis was quite strong around the not-so-young steed. Today felt prime to escape the monotony of his boring every day life. In order to look for that something new, Zigmund figured he had to go somewhere new. With a strong innate sense of direction, it was difficult for him to get lost but today he was going to try.
After about an hour of walking around, gold eyes began scanning for a sanitary water source to quench his thirst. Before he saw the basic sustenance of life his ears were leading him to, his eyes were captured by the white mane and purple pelt of a female wading in the water.
"My my my.." What do we have here? He thought as he looked her over. Definitely different than the other female's he'd seen before. If he could only pick her mind, what would he see?
For the moment, he observed her from behind a tree looking for a way in.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:16 pm
Black legs came to a halt, knee-high in crystal water. Daliu raised one foreleg, the silver-gray of her hooves flashing as she playfully pawed, splashing water up her black stockings, up the white markings of her legs, over her purple chest and belly. The white cloud of her tail trailed behind her, the occasional braided, beaded and be-ribbon-ed strand gleaming with it's dark decorations. Her mane was more wild, the full length of it unbound, white and purple locks swirling around her in the water and clinging to her shoulder and side.
Now that she was relaxed, she supposed she ought to do something interesting, which to her was wandering. With a stretch she shook herself from muzzle to tail, moving slowly into shallower waters as she mumured to herself.
"To the mountains or the deeper parts of the forest? The valley should be lovely, but no doubt full of foals so I probably couldn't get a proper race in... I'd rather not go to the Kiwani village, nothing too terribly exciting there anyway." Her words trailed off as the wind shifted, carrying with it the scent of a stranger.
Daliu pinned an ear, paused mid-step, her head tilting in consideration. To pause and perhaps make a new friend, or be safe and run so she was sure not to make an enemy.
Well, Daliu never really was the running type. "Hello?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:34 pm
For the first time since Zigmund could remember, his mind had stopped moving. He was not analyzing, nor over thinking his next move. Frozen, he admired every muscle in her body flex and contract down into the water.
Once she stopped he panicked momentarily, where was she going? But then as she called out in his direction, his cool came back to him.
Confidently he stepped out into view, tossing mane into the wind so it could flow away from his face. It truly wasn't his choice to have such a long mane, it was genetics and he cursed them.
"May I suggest a walk into the deeper bits of the forest? I would love to provide some company.." His voice was confident and his posture strong, he wanted to show the female right off the bat that he knew what he was doing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:50 pm
There was silence for a moment, a silence so pressing that Daliu wondered if in fact she had mistaken the scent to be a new one.. But surely there was someone in the woods, it was not like her to make such a foolish error. Ahh, there. After a moment the stallion appeared, perhaps he'd just been a little farther back in the woods then she'd thought? It was better he came out slowly rather then crashing into view, that no doubt would have been startling.
At any rate, when he stepped out of the woods he seemed normal enough. A ground stallion -no hint of Kalona or Skinwalker, always a good sign- with a rather smooth way about him that made her tilt her head slightly.
"That is all well and good sir." She replied. "And company I might seek.. But strangers are not always the best to wander into secluded areas with.. So I might at least inquire as to your name, might I not?"
She took a few more splashing strides toward the bank, shaking flicking much of the water from her tail as the water lessened until it was only fetlock deep. "I find introductions are the best way to start a conversation.. And since you were already listening to mine, I shall even go first. My name is Daliu. And you are?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 10:55 am
Such a bright forward young lass, Zigmund mused. Her tounge spoke with a certain air of distinguished thought about it, there was something more to this female's introduction than she was admonishing. But why? This was his next objective to discover.
While she splashed her way gracefully out of the water, he took the oppertunity to close the gap between them, in an unthreatening manner. No point in continuing the convorsation when she could not hear him, one thing that got under his pelt was the need to repeat himself.
"A beautiful and unique name, I am delighted to meet your aquaintence. My name is Zigmund." He could hear his sister now 'but he really means his name is Ziggy'. Oh how he dispised that nickname.. "And I do appologize for ease dropping, I was wondering about and I was drawn as a siren lures in wayward sailors." A smile at this end of his little speach conveyed that this was a compliment on her voice, not a slander at her intentions with males.
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