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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 10:47 pm
Ballad had to admit, that since the day he'd woken in his homeland without his lady at his side, life surely had been interesting... He'd searched the whole of that landscape for some sign of her, knowing she had gone away... Though how far away he wasn't not quite sure -not even to this day- and he was not sure of 'why' she had left either... It was not like there was any indication she would just up and leave her family... They had gone to sleep the same as many other nights, and he'd woke to find her gone. Granted, the world had been torn apart by natural disasters and wreathed in chaos... But none of that explained where Whistle had gone to, or why.
Since then he'd seen the whole of that land, and moved on. Beyond the realm of the world he knew, searching for an indigo mare with markings like his own... A mare that had to have lost her memory or she would have returned home in an instant...
'If you need me.. Just whistle, and I'll come running.. I promise...'
Ahhh, but the Fayth knew a whistle could only be heard so far away.. So he'd been traveling ever since.. Been through winding passes and thick forest, field and glen, valley and desert... Through rivers and over streams, along rocky mountain paths. Everywhere that anyone could get to with four hooves.. And certainly more than a few places where anyone with good sense -and without good reason- would have refused to tread.
But Ballad had good reason.. Which explained how his life had become so 'interesting'... Talking wolves and foxes, tame bears and friendly hawks, crows and humming birds.. Horses in the sea... Horses in the air.. He moved on until he'd found that particular ground-walking mare. They were together in this new land, and things were slowly returning to normal. The arrival of one of their sons was a welcome surprise. The lack of their other children a nagging worry in the back of a father's mind.
But the day was beautiful, and he didn't want to spoil it with worry. Worry would accomplish nothing.
"Let us see what other interesting things this landscape has to offer." He snorted to himself, picking up a trot as he moved down a gently rolling hillside, enjoying the whisper of tall grass around him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:48 pm
Itzel, however, was a little oddball. She believed in the kirin way and everything her mother had taught her and her siblings, but she was just a tad more curious than the other kirin. It was frowned upon to leave the kirin land, but Itzel couldn't help it. What was outside the safety of the strong males that were supposed to keep her and all of the mares and foals safe? What all could happen if she left for only a few minutes?
After becoming lost, Itzel made her way to the soquili land. It wasn't like home, though. Few kirin and different creatures that would try to eat her. What happened to her family? Had they looked for her?
The mare shook her head and looked around at the soft grass. "What a strange day dream." She had started off as meditating, but ended up thinking about her past. Itzel smiled as she stepped forward, avoiding the groups of flowers that now peeked out from the fertile soil. Her pink eyes danced along the horizon as she tried to think of what to do with this glorious day.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:49 pm
And this land did hold many wonders, some familiar to him from his old life, and some completely new. To see the new things was a delight to him, as always. Ballad had a wanderer's heart, he lived to see new things, beautiful, exotic and even dangerous. The monsters that had entered their homeland after the disasters had been interesting, and some of them had been beautiful. Such things were no threat as long as one kept them at a distance. The problem, of course was that they were slowly spreading into the places that had always been safe. And so Ballad had left, looking for his mate and a new home for them.
A new homeland. To think such a thing was strange, but it was necessary. That place was no longer safe for their family, and so he'd taken to wandering again. Found this new place, found his mate, found two of his sons.
Was this the will of Fate then? That they stay here in this new land and raise their family? If that was so, he could only hope that would mean that the rest of them would eventually come, and be safe from the monsters of their old life.
"You're thinking too hard." Ballad's newest companion and friend admonished, appearing out of the tree tops in a flutter of wings and a flash of dreamy colors.
With a disapproving trill, Minstrel darted through the air around the Soquili he'd chosen to accompany far beyond his former nesting grounds. His home was far behind them now, like Ballad's own. But he had no mate or children to seek, and so could freely leave with the strange stallion. It was reassuring to come to this land and find some of Ballad's kin, thus ending their tireless trek. This was a different sort of wandering now, a traveling for the love of it and not for need or worry.
But Ballad walked to soothe his thoughts, and he was doing so now. "I can always tell when you're thinking too hard, you know. Even without you making it easy for me by frowning. So then, what is it you're thinking my friend?"
Ballad flicked an ear as Minstrel landed on him, taking care not to dislodge his friend. The hummingbird's favorite perch was right between his ears or slightly behind them, where his small feet could grasp Ballad's mane for balance and he did not have to strain to be heard. Minstrel never had to strain to be heard, but that was apparently beside the point.
"I am thinking many things." Ballad replied levelly, trying to keep a smile out of the words. "As you should know, since you know enough of me to realize when I am 'thinking too hard', it is rarely about one thing."
"Unless it is that son of yours that always seems to be a sore subject." Minstrel murmured pointedly. Ruffling a strand of Ballad's forelock with his bill, he trilled. "Come on, come on. Tell me the main ones then, otherwise how can I help you?"
"Oh, is that what you do?" Ballad teased, grinning. "Help me? I am so glad to finally know what to call it."
Threading his way through the trees and back out into the sunlight, Ballad sighed. "I was thinking of my family, my youngest daughter..."
Stopping suddenly, he stared at the Kirin mare before him, eyes wide and half-blinded by the bright sunlight. "Suni?"
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