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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:54 pm
(An RP Featuring my Masque and dawns_aura's Laures. This way to Lat's Teepee)
Masque smiled softly to herself, meandering through the woods toward one of the large fields. She tended to stay away from such places, if only to avoid the crowds, but she was feeling sociable today... And hopefully, as it was still rather early in the morning, there wouldn't be too many Soquili there. Of course, if it was too crowded, she had every intention of returning back home, to her sister and a small group of friends that she had never felt nervous around. Not that she'd ever been given a chance to, but that was probably why they were all so dear to her. Practically family.
Still... A brief journey to the meadow, perhaps a nice conversation... A new friend would not be amiss, after all. This was as good a day as any to try, and though she was shy, she was no coward. Wandering by herself took courage, after all. But that was another matter all together. For now, the final ring of trees that was the end of the forest and the beginning of the waving emerald sea loomed ahead. She was both excited and somewhat nervous, prancing in place for a moment before she stuck her head past the trees.
Still, no one snarled or snapped or yelled for her to go... With a shrug and a faint smile she moved onward, stepping from the shade of the trees and into the morning sun, golden rays painting over her mulberry coat, and black and white markings. "What a beautiful day..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 12:32 pm
 Laures loved the peace and silence of early mornings. It allowed him to relax, to take the time in his favored form to dance among the flowers. The chances he had to simply be, without the eyes, judgments and constraints placed by societal expectations, were few and far between. He didn't enjoy acting the part of a serious adult. He enjoyed the simpler things in life. The rush of wind against his sides as he flew, the feel of flowers as they bent ever so slightly to accomodate his form. Games of hide-and-go-seek and tag. But as it was, when there were others around, he acted as was proper.
And oh how he absolutely loathed that word.
But that was neither here nor there at the present moment in time. No. It was fairly silent and still in the meadow. Too early for the majority of soquili to be out and about, and he was determined to make the most of it.
In his butterfly-sized form, Laures flitted from flower to flower, seemingly at random. He danced along the breeze to a music only he could hear.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:43 pm
Masque was probably what one could call 'sheltered', if not by her family's design than certainly be her own. Her tendency to not stray beyond the boundary the protected glades that they called home meant that beyond those she already knew. Grounds and winds made up her immediate family, as well as their closest neighbors. She'd crossed paths with unicorns or those with unicorn blood, but that was fairly recent. She'd seen Kalonas from a distance, and heard only the softest of stories about those with butterfly wings and the Soquili that swam in the sea.
Such stories were probably what prompted to her to step so far out of her home. While she liked quiet, she was by no means 'anti-social'. And so when her curiosity won out -like it always did, in her family- she was sent to wandering again.
The field was beautiful in the early morning light, flowers swaying gently and a soft breeze stirring her mane. Trotting further into the field, she hesitated as graceful movement and a flash of blue and green caught her eye. What was that? One white-socked foreleg paused in midair, golden eyes concentrating on the fluttering figure. A butterfly?
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:17 pm
The time between sunrise and when most soquili rose to start the day was special to Laures. He enjoyed the peace and quiet, the time in which he was free to worship nature, as was most important to him, in his own way and without the watchful gaze of others.
While he greatly enjoyed the company of others, and even audiences for when he told stories, he was a bit of a private being. There were few who knew much about him. A thought that saddened him at times. He wished he could find someone whom he could be comfortable enough to be himself around.
So caught up in the feel of the sun, the gentle breeze caressing his wings, listening to the sounds of the earth coming awake, he didn't realise just how much time had passed since he began. The sound of approaching hoofbeats drew him from the almost trance he'd been in.
Grass green eyes looked around, spotting the source as a mulberry colored mare. He stopped mid-dance, looking around swiftly, as though searching for a place to hide, embarassment clear in every line of his body.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 9:24 pm
Masque shifted on her hooves, unsure whether to proceed or not. Though the glade seemed empty, she felt -somehow- like she was intruding. Not unwelcome, persay... Just, perhaps, that she had appeared when the inhabitants didn't expect it. It was probably a silly idea, considering the only inhabitant she had seen so far was a... Well...
She thought that it looked like a butterfly... But hadn't there been stories about one of the other winged species in this world? Flutters, with great wings like those of a butterfly, if they were the size of a normal Soquili. But she had heard things about them shrinking to the size of a butterfly and sipping from the flowers.
Never had she seen one, but, even at a distance that's what the distant flash of wings seemed to be. The sudden stop of the dance made her duck her head, instantly apologetic.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you." She murmured. "Please, forgive me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:41 pm
Laures startled somewhat at the voice. It wasn't that he had been disturbed by her approach, per say, but rather he was uncomfortably aware that he had been so engrossed in what he was doing he had lost all sense of everything other than the sheer feeling and enjoyment of being one with nature.
He bobbed his head slightly as he shifted almost at once from the butterfly size he preferred to the normal size that was most comfortable for others to be around him in.
"No apologies, please. You didn't disturb anything." Laures fluttered his wings slightly, a nervous habit. " I didn't realise anyone was nearby."
He recognised the fact that what he said could be misconstrued as being rude or dismissive, when in fact he meant neither. He was simply embarassed.
"I didn't expect anyone to be about so early..." He tried again, but to his frustration, it didn't sound any better than the last. He sighed to himself. Well, at least there was one thing he could do without screwing up.
"My name is Laures," he gave a slight, coltish grin.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 2:12 pm
Masque started when he suddenly 'appeared', jumping and staring at him with wide golden eyes. One moment, the size of a butterfly, and now! She gazed at him in awe, and then shook her head to regain her senses.
"Oh, but I did." She murmured, ducking her head. "I was just, I didn't mean to wander here, to interrupt your quiet morning."
She blushed, ducking her head, somewhat worried he was mad at her. "I shouldn't have stared either, sorry.. But I've heard stories of flutters.. I've never see one, I never thought I would, and then I just fall right into your meadow like this..."
The introduction made her smile, nodding her head as she returned her own. "Laures, it's wonderful to meet you. I'm Masque."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 7:35 pm
'Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.' The act of switching from butterfly- to normal-sized was commonplace to him. It was something as natural and easy as breathing to him, and he often forgot that there were those out there who might not see it as ordinary or commonplace. Hell, they might not even know it was possible. 'It's not a big deal. The meadow it does not belong to one, but to all. You are just as welcome to be here as I.'
But at least she knew of his kind, and had heard of what they were capable, it would have been... well, more than a little frustrating and frankly annoying. It wasn't anything all that special, and yet it was met with one of two reactions, usually, envy or awe. And he had experienced more than his fair share of both.
'Well, there is always some grin of truth, no matter how small, in tales and stories.' He fluttered his wings slightly. And inclined his head ever so slightly. 'It 's an honor, Miss Masque.'
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 7:55 pm
The wine coated mare still felt a little foolish about the whole thing, and couldn't quite help the feeling she had interrupted. It was partially because she spooked herself when he had transformed, true enough. She rather hoped the reaction was ladylike, but it certainly felt like she'd noticeably jumped when the stallion appeared out of thin air!
Masque ducked her head, shaking it in mute denial. "No, no... I am truly sorry, I mean, I wasn't expecting, and then I reacted like that.. After wandering right in here without any thought. I do apologize if I've disturbed or offended you, truly. It was not my intention. I tend to let my feet carry me as they will, most of the time.. And today they just happened to bring me here. "
She smiled timidly. "My father tells stories, when he's not singing songs.. So I've heard of Flutters, and other amazing things, but I've never seen or met any of them.. Until you, today..."
The idea that her father's more wild stories were actually true was somewhat staggering. Everyone knew Papa had a tendency to elaborate, it was somewhat in his showmanship nature... It made him the wonderful singer he was, and they accepted it. At least, the somewhat-rational ones accepted it, the dreamers didn't notice, and those it bothered simply ignored it.
"The honor is mine, Sir Laures." She returned with a glimmer of golden eyes and a soft hum of amusement. "How are you on this most enchanting day?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 7:41 pm
It really was a lovely day. And companionship, while not sought after intentionally, was a welcome distraction. It didn't hurt that Masque was a lovely looking mare who had some knowledge at least. Better than some of the flighty airheads he had met on his travels thus far.
'It is a wonderful day, and with such a lovely companion, how could I be anything other than great.' He couldn't help but laugh. The day was just lovely and he was young... why shouldn't he?
He was intrigued somewhat. Having been raised in a bardic type family, it wasn't often he met others of a similar upbringing. Others who were brought up with story and song. Perhaps there were more like him, perhaps a kindred spirit.
'And yourself?' A loaded question. He could have been asking how she was. Or more about herself, however she chose to answer it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 6:47 pm
Masque gave a quick glance around the grove, admiring the foliage and the sunlit-peace of the area. It was a lovely, relaxing slice of the forest.. With songbirds scattered amongst the branches calling sweetly to each other. She was also fairly sure the flutter of color in the distance was a real butterfly, perhaps keeping company with her new friend before she startled him into his larger shape. Why she hadn't wandered in this area before was a bit of a mystery, but she certainly felt she'd already been rewarded for her boldness in venturing here today. A flutter!
"You are most kind, sir Laures. I consider myself doubly flattered, that you would stop to speak with me and find my company welcome." She bobbed her head in a quick bow. "I confess that I was not expecting much of anything from today, but I already find it run away with my wildest dreams."
She broke off with a laugh and a shake of her head. "My father's father loved to sing, and it was passed down through the family. My sister and I also like to dance, though she and my father are blessed with acrobatics on the wing as well. We all do love stories and tales, and have a few friends from different lands that share their own stories and songs with us."
It was exciting to meet strangers from different lands and different walks of Soquili... Maybe the flutter could teach her a new song or story to share with her home herd when she returned. That was an exciting thought!
"I confess the idea of sharing songs or stories is always exciting."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 9:14 pm
It had been long enough since he had left his old herd... long enough that the memory was probably much kinder than the reality ever was. It made him feel somewhat... nostalgic. The thought of others like his family, at least the fun parts- singing, and stories, and acrobatics - made him rather miss his old life. The wandering, his mother's angelic voice as she tutored he and his sisters, his father's over the top theatrics and silver tongue... He missed it all.
'I started the day with no expectations myself, aside from a pleasant, mildly dull day, the same as most others. I did not expect to meet such a delightful companion as yourself. So my day as well has been made much brighter.'
He considered her words, about swapping stories, or perhaps songs. And while his voice was pleasant enough, singing wasn't exactly his forte. But stories... that was something he was more than comfortable with.
' I know a few songs, though singing isn't really my forte. I do know a wide range of stories.. but I leave it up to you. Would you prefer a song or story?'
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 3:34 pm
Masque was glad that fate had been so kind to lead her to this place and this new companion. Though it truly was a shame her sisters were not here as well. She was fairly sure that Kaishara would be outrageously jealous, once Masque had a chance to tell her.
Then again, maybe Laures would like to attend a meeting when two or three of the sisters were singing... Or along with their father? It would be interesting to see what he thought of them. And afterward they could all spend the day socializing. But that was a thought for another time, something promising to recommend.
She had not before had a chance to explore this area in depth, and to find something so wonderful who was happy to pass some time with her was doubly thrilling. There was something in his expression that told her he was somewhat familiar with the dynamic she described.
"Well then we are both of us fortunate to have found each other." His words made her laugh shyly, golden eyes bright. "I confess that songs are very common with my family, so I would be thrilled indeed to hear one of your stories."
She tilted her head, ears pitched forward eagerly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 5:04 pm
The mare's laugh was a pleasant sound, a sound it had been a long time since he had been able to elicit from another. A pleasant feeling...something that had been very rare since coming to these lands, oh many many months ago.
A story. Of course she would choose that option. Most of the flutter's stories were aimed towards a younger audience. Fairy stories and stories of mythical places and adventures.Not necessarily something he might tell to an adult, unless they enjoyed such tales.
'Do you enjoy adventure stories? Or stories about different times and places?' He wasn't exactly sure if he knew any stories that might appeal, but he was no stranger to spinning his own, as long as he knew what those listening liked. He was, after all, an entertainer, and he liked to make sure his audience had fun. Or were positively affected, even moved to tears. So long as they felt something.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 4:12 pm
Masque wasn't exactly sure what had prompted her to beg a tale from a stranger, but it rather seemed like he would not mind sharing one with her. Which was good, for truth be told she did love all matter of stories and songs. And she couldn't help but imagine how jealous her sisters would be when she returned home and explained that she had heard a fairy tale straight from a flutter?
She'd probably wait until Chaci had a mouthful of her favorite clover flowers, and then slip it into conversation. With any luck, petals would go flying everywhere and Masque would have something to giggle about for a week. At least.
But it was rude to moon about in one's thoughts while in the middle of a conversation. "Oh, forgive me. I do love all types of stories. Fairy tales and adventures and anything about far off lands or different times. Even tales you tell to foals to teach them lessons. I like all kinds, really."
And while it was a little silly to think that anything would be interesting coming from someone you rather believed was a fairytale too, Masque didn't say that out loud. Though she did wonder if the Flutter kind knew how ethereal and strange they seemed to other Soquili. After all, Masque knew several that had never met a Flutter and therefore had no cause to believe in them. So, did the same work the other way around? Were there flutters out there that didn't believe in the horses of the sea? She couldn't think of a good way to ask, so she just stood silent and wondered.
"If you have a story about the first of your kind or anything like that, that would be very interesting too?" She offered hopefully.
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