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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 1:09 am
The sun felt so good beating down upon her pale coat that Searlait was temporarily immobilized. Her muscles were more than content as shown by the relaxed smile painting her expression. A gently breeze sweeping over her kept her from becoming uncomfortably hot seeing as she was just sprawled out in the middle of a field. The grass gently stroked her fur and made the world around her smell so wonderfully sweet. Her eyes were squeezed shut but she could still see the beauty of the world without actually using her sight. She had often seen her mother lying like this and had picked the habit up after watching her soak up the sun for what seemed like an eternity. She had always done it alone for her brothers were never interested, her father was always keeping guard over their home and fretting about her two eldest sisters who were out and about living their lives and her mother was always just enjoying life doing what she enjoyed. Though these thoughts of loneliness were less than happy the smile did not slip from her countenance. Just because she sun bathed alone didn’t mean she had to let that small little fact ruin her day. The sudden urge to roll caused these thoughts to slip away into a fog and she found herself rocking herself on to her other side.
Her hair was a mess, she could already tell that much just by the feel of the tangles upon her neck. This brought a small bubble of laughter to her throat. How many times a day did she worry over how she looked? And what for? So that she may attract a mate? Mentally rolling her brown eyes Searlait let her fit of laughter calm before exhaling deeply. How funny the world seemed to be today, every little concept that seemed to mean so much to her had now become an object to laugh at. The sun must have made her giddy or perhaps fried her brains. Oh how her dad would snort if he saw his daughter now, rolling around laughing at unspoken jokes. She loved her parents very much and her father always held her interest with his old fashioned mannerisms and lack of youthful understanding. What a family she had been born to, what a family.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 11:10 pm
 ‘We n’de ya ho, We n’de ya ho, We n’de ya, We n’de ya, ho ho ho ho, he ya ho, ya ya ya,’ were the ancient words used by the natives to welcome the morning sun and start a new day; in a rough translation the words meant ‘I am the Great Spirit’. Eyota only knew this tidbit of information because of his short encounter with a soquili whose job it was to know as much information as possible.
It was hot; the sun beat down on the earth colored soquili, causing his white mane to stick to his neck in a sweaty mess. Eyota desperately wished for a gust of wind to blow through the plains to cool his warm body or a piece of shade to duck under for the time being until the sun’s rays become less intense. But to the klutzy soquili’s dismay, his mouth became dry and his stomach started to crave water, so slowly he made his way to the nearest brook; his green eyes constantly glued to the ground, searching for obscurities that may cause his demise. With a few trips here and there, Eyota finally made it to the cold mountain run off brook; the cold water slid down his throat, instantly cooling him. Refreshed and feeling like a new stallion, Eyota continued his way carefully inland; letting the sun warm his dusty colored back.
Moments passed, seconds felt like hours as the soquili made his way deeper into the plains; soon a figure stood in the distance, basking in the rays of the golden sun. Curiosity took over the stallion, who would be in the middle of the plains sun bathing? With cautious steps, the white maned stallion made his way closer to the figure, and was soon to discover that the distant figure was a mare with a long auburn mane. Before Eyota could get any closer to the mare to exchange a greeting, he tripped over an invisible rock; land rushed up to meet the soquili and his closed his eyes before the impact… miraculously he caught himself before he ate dirt. Standing up straight, he cleared his throat, “Hello Miss. Lovely day we are having.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 12:04 pm
The sound of scuffling hooves broke her concentration and caused her to quickly move to her feet. She turned just in time to notice an approaching stallion tripping. Her ears pricked in his direction as he recovered and issued her a greeting. It took her a moment to answer for the events she had witnessed took the words from her mouth. Blinking a few times she stepped toward this new male who had approached her. “Are you alright?” She asked rather pluckily. Again a small giggle bubbled up in her chest and she flashed him a warm smile. “Nice recovery….What is your name?” Today she was being a little more forward than usual but there was something about this stallion that made him seemingly easy to converse with. Her eyes swept over him and she instantly felt relieved, he was in about as a bad a shape as she was. His hair was matted and stuck to his neck and his body seemed to be rather tired of the heat of the sun. “My name is Searlait; I hope you didn’t hurt yourself too much when you fell.” She was instantly reminded of herself and her mother. It seemed to be the curse of the females in her family to be clumsy. It was her curse to become lost more often than not and her mother’s to trip and fall even when nothing was present to cause such a phenomenon.
Her head swiveled around as she began looking for the oak tree and the creek that remained on her father’s territory. She had been out in the sun long enough and found herself parched and in need of some shade to cool off her warming back. “What do you say we get out of the sun? I know a place concealed by an oak tree with a cool running creek beneath of it.” Perhaps the sun had gotten to her a little too much, her speech seemed to be all over the place but then again, perhaps that was normal. Taking a moment while awaiting his answer she observed his unusual color. He was not like the peach of her family or the gray of Fearthainn’s newfound family either. She had grown used to seeing many unusual colors but his earthy tones were something she had never come across. Her eyes fixed a moment on the pouch around his neck. What could he be keeping in there? My she was rather nosey today. Shaking her head she looked back up at his face a smile planted firmly upon her maw as she awaited his responses. “You will have to forgive me if I am rather all over the place; I think the heat has gotten to me.” She laughed in embarrassment.
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