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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:57 am
However, one thing did plague her mind and she furrowed her brow as she picked her way down the slopes towards the foothills. While she had taken the plunge and introduced herself, why hadn't Chetan decided to do it himself? She'd known that certain soquili in these lands didn't exactly like kalona but she had no intention of interrupting them. Her brow furrowed a little more and she pursed her lips - it did raise the question as to whether or not he was embarassed by her. For all she knew he could potentially have another mare on the side that he didn't wish to introduce; an arranged marriage, a childhood sweetheart.
Anything could happen, her brother was the example of this.
She snorted, not the most ladylike of actions but it seemed the most appropriate manner to express how she felt. Truly, she couldn't see what was wrong and why such a thing had been delayed unless it was along the lines of these two reasons. His father had been surprised but not appalled, he'd be absolutely pleasant to her so why?
What had she done?
Fortunately she would find her answers soon as she was fairly close to his little cubby hole already. Rather than wait to make a more demure entrance, she sucked in a breath and released a holler. She'd always liked the dramatic and her entrances would be of no exception - they weren't necessarily grand but they all had their quirks. Whether she was sweeping in covered in roses or crash landing into a bush due to ice, creatures knew she was there - of course that ice thing had only happened once or that was her claim at least.
"CHEEEEETAN - Where are you hiding this time?" she yelled. "Get your nose out of the bushes and be sociable!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 10:10 pm
Its movements were lethargic when he poked at it, as if it were almost asleep. The shelter of the log kept out most of the cold, or would when Chetan replaced it. Thankfully though, the foot hills were much more mild in temperature than further up in to the peaks. Chetan appreciated the more mild climate, as he had never been keen on snow. It was always cold, fascinating and brilliant, but cold. At least here the blizzards and heavy snows came and went swiftly with many dry days in between.
Focused on the behavior of the creature, Chetan was trying to figure out exactly what kept the slug alive. What did he eat? What did he drink? Did the temperature beneath the log truly get warm enough to keep them alive, or was it all a slow suicide in to hypothermia come the worst of weather? Honestly, the stallion was a bit baffled, which is why his studies were imperative! They might not be the most important thing to study or come to understand . . . but it was something he didn't know and wanted to figure it out.
The stallion loved a good puzzle. . .
Of course, while his brain and gaze were focused solely on the slug, bent over the log he did start at the sound of a familiar voice. And not just anybody's voice, but that of Azelle. And . . .somehow . . . she didn't sound very happy. Heaving a small sigh, he rolled the log carefully back in to its original position, hoping upon hope the slug wasn't crushed due to his disturbance.
Slugs could wait . . . .Honestly, there wasn't much that came before the red haired female. He never had admitted such a thing, and often gave the appearance that his studies and works were the center of his life . . .but he studied because it was one of the few things he could do. Knowledge was his champion, and if he lost that, he feared he might just lose the interest of Azelle.
" . . . My nose wasn't in the bush, it was actually underneath a log." He responded, picking his way out and over to where she stood. He smiled a small, shy smile though his brows did knit in concern. " . . . testing out your lung capacity today? Or just looking for an excuse to be loud?" As if she ever needed an excuse. . . .
There was nothing quiet about Azelle. Not so much in physical noise, but her poise and her over all personality always left him breathless and stunned. She was much more aggressive than he, much more confident, and he honestly could never compete. When she left an area, whether she said anything or not, people remembered. . . .
At least as far as Chetan could tell.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:57 am
Had it not been for the small smile and the shy demeanor she would have accused him of making a jibe. However, Chetan wasn't the sort and his reply was no more than an observation with a hint of jest. She could appreciate this, even if she wasn't terribly thrilled with him at this precise moment in time. After all, it had taken her quite some time to get him comfortable enough to joke with her, at one time he'd been so uncomfortable he didn't even smile! It was progress and she was proud of it, now she was going to completely shatter that if he gave the wrong answer.
It wasn't that she was vindictive, she just knew from experience that uncomfortable conversations often made others retreat into their shells. Given Chetan's already hermit-like tendencies, if he was set to hide in his shell again she wasn't just going to have to coax him out again, she was going to have to shatter the damn shell so that it didn't exist anymore! It was a little extreme, she could recognise this, but it might have to be done.
"I never need an excuse," she pointed out loftily and lifted a brow. There were certainly times when the lithe mare could look rather haughty. Perhaps it was her heritage but the mare was no stranger to self confidence, she was completely secure in who and what she was - or at least she had been until that little niggle had invaded her psyche. Now, despite her outer appearance, she was feeling a touch less secure than she was accustomed too - it wasn't often that she encountered a moment when she may very well have been upstaged and by a mystery mare no less. She was the cream of the crop, who could possibly upstage her?
Someone. Apparently.
She shook her head dismissively and regathered her thoughts, she'd never been completely scattered brained but she did have her moments. "Actually I wanted to talk to you," she quickly switched subjects, determined to skip the familiar and otherwise light hearted exchanges that often occured when she greeted one she was so fond of. "I can't avoid it anymore, has to be dealt with or else I'm going to go completely mad and this wouldn't be good for anyone," she continued.
She then took a breath.
"Are you seeing someone else?" she enquired at last.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 2:50 pm
Chetan wasn't at all perterbed by Azelle. While it was true that he had once been so intimidated and overwhelmed by her flirtatious nature, her natural beauty, and her extroverted personality, the young male liked to think he had improved. He was more confident around her, though sometimes he still stammered and stuttered, and he was slowly growing more and more comfortable with the idea that they were in a relationship. For a long time he had been chalk full of insecurities, assuming she would just as quickly find herself drawn to someone . . .well. . . less like himself and more like someone else.
But she hadn't. . . and he was even beginning to believe she wouldn't! Oh, certainly, Azelle knew how to flirt and certainly had no qualms about showing off. . . but he was secure. She was independent to take care of herself, but would always come back even if she wanted a more social lifestyle than he could provide. They were an odd couple, he realized this, but he was finally coming to terms that . . . .they were still a couple.
So when Azelle summoned him away from his studies, he couldn't possibly have been prepared for what she said.
"Are you seeing someone else?"
His ears pricked and his eyes went wide. In fac, for a long moment he just stared at her, jaw dropping. "Excuse me. . .? Am I . . . seeing someone else? You're kidding me. . . " She was kidding, right? She had to be. But the gravity of her tone, the way she was standing, it all pointed to a realization that she was dead serious. Of all the conversations he thought they might have, of all the insecurities he was certain to know, he never thought that this conversation might come up.
"Azelle, you do realize who you're talking to, right? The hermit of the Summit? The stallion that still blushes the minute the conversation turns even remotely perverse? Who else would I possibly be seeing. . . ? Besides," he added, taking a few steps closer, his brows knit with concern at this sudden and very surprising insecurity. "I'm with you. Do you think there's any mare out there that could truly compete with you when it comes to my affections?"
If he wasn't so collected, and was more emotional an individual, he might have been insulted she had to ask such a thing. He was the least flirtatious, the least sociable, and perhaps the most odd stallion within the Hourglass Summit. But he was also innately good, and incredibly loyal. So to have her question his intentions confused him, and made him wonder what on earth caused her to think such a thing. For now though, he wasn't so blind as to not recognize insecurity, and apparently Azelle was suffering from it. It wasn't something he often saw at all . . .in fact, this was almost a first!
But what had spurned it? Where had it come from? Was she feeling well? Perahps she missed a meal. . .? Hmm. Already his brain was trying to logically place what had gone wrong that had caused her to doubt his faithfulness. Women. Oi. One of the trickiest puzzles in nature.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 4:22 am
"I am well aware of who I am talking to," Azelle replied stiffly, her jaw tightening as he asked many questions that she regarded as rhetorical. His disbelief seemed oddly inappropriate at this moment in time and unfortunately this was largely down to her own rather firey nature. Unlike her chosen beau, she was not so logical as to think things through - once the cogs started turning, she quickly lost control and had a tendency to exagerate. Now was one of those moments in which she chose to overthink, particularly when her feminine mind was certain that his rhetoric was because he was being defensive!
"All the more reason for me to be concerned; I don't have any chance if it's already prearranged," she pointed out. She gave her wings a flex, deeply unhappy that she had now fallen into the realms of the socially awkward. She wasn't quite as confident as she would have preferred at the moment and the kalona mare was decidedly out of sorts. It was one of the most unpleasant sensations she had had to date, not one she cared to repeat once she got her answers.
"Hermit or not, who's to say you hadn't been provided with a suitable mate from birth? I've seen it happen, I've heard of it and it's not that uncommon," she continued and shook her head. Her delicate features twisted into an expression of discomfort and she looked away briefly. A few moments to regather her composure was all that was required. A period in which she could reflect, muse and perhaps take a brief second to silence the more reckless thoughts in her head.
"I paid a visit to your family - I bumped into your father and he was very surprised," she finally said it, but her rather abrupt confession was incomplete. "He seemed surprised to see me, or more like surprised by what I was. So I began to wonder whether or not you were embarassed by me or if he was expecting someone else," she explained. She returned her gaze to the stallion and narrowed her eyes, her lips pursing into a thin line.
"Of course I couldn't possibly assume that it was because you were embarassed by me so I could only assume that he was expecting someone else," she tilted her head to the side, her brow lifting just a touch. "So I had to ask - better for me to know where I stand rather than be shocked the day you inform me you've been pledged to someone else."
"It would be poor form for me to fall completely for someone only to have my heart shattered in two - that's my job, it's not the other way round," she finished firmly, her tone selected more so to comfort herself than anything else.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 11:38 am
This entire affair was suddenly quite ridiculous. While Chetan made sure to keep his expression its usual seriousness, he couldn't help but be amused by Azelle's sudden behavior. It was completely unlike her to suddenly fall prey to such insecurities, and consequently, she was throwing a bit of a tantrum.
It was funny, amusing really, to see her strut around and grouse at him over the thought of someone else. He had never expected her to be the jealous sort, as more often or not it was she who was getting fawned over! Chetan honestly couldn't believe where she had suddenly wondered about another woman. The only other females who ever associated with him was his sister, his mother, and occasionally his cousins. He wasn't exactly a gregarious sort, so getting out and meeting others wasn't high on his priority list.
There was studying to be done, after all.
Still, he almost choked when she questioned his relationships status. "A prearranged mate?" He almost guffawed and couldn't help but give a snort. Clearly, he needed to set the record straight. "Azelle, listen to me. There is no prearranged anything. There is only y- - - "
And then it hit him.
She went and saw his parents? Already? Without him? On her own? She . . . she didn't even tell him!?
The stallion's nose flared a bit as a sudden surprise and annoyance gripped him. "You saw my parents without me. . .? You went to my home without even telling me!?" His muscles tensed and a strange emotion overcame the typically quiet and studious stallion. He grew angry. "Azelle, you couldn't have even told me you were going to see them!? That you had an inkling of interest to meet them!? Of course they would have been surprised, I'm not exactly the most open individual, even to them!" He snorted, eyes narrowing to glare back at her. This was true. He always had been quiet, and he certainly wasn't the sort to gossip or spread news, especially when it came to his love life.
"And here you have the audacity to think I have some other mare on the side, when you didn't even respect me enough to make your wish to meet my family known! I was going to introduce you to them! I had every intention of doing so, but I didn't want to introduce you to them prematurely if in fact you do . . or did. . exactly what you just stated was in your right - to shatter someones heart!" It was true. Between the two of them, Azelle often wore the confident side of things, and Chetan was often the more insecure. He couldn't help it. Azelle really was beautiful and charming and had such an outgoing and forward personality that sometimes he woke up and was amazed that she even bothered to stick around him. He knew he wasn't exactly the most handsome individual, and he certainly wasn't a charmer, far from it!
He'd relaxed around her after months of her torment, enough so he didn't fall in to a stutter of nerves and lust when she did approach. He had been such an anxious sort, she had unnerved him at first when she started giving him attention and flirt. But he'd always known she was a flit and hadn't though much of it, or put much weight behind her words. While they were a bit of a couple, and she always did return to him, there had been no real mention of long-term commitment, and he didn't want to scare her off by bringing the subject up prematurely.
So he took what she gave, and enjoyed her company as long as she granted him such a boon. But he hadn't bothered bringing her to meet the parents because he didn't want to look the fool if she did indeed decide to find greener pastures elsewhere. He didn't bring her to them because that was a step in a direction toward something a little more permanent. At least in his minds eye it was, which is why he hadn't brought it up.
It would happen in its own time, or so he assumed. Apparently he had thought wrong, as she had gone off and met his family without him! Oh gods. What would they think of him!? Not introducing her was going to make it look like he didn't want them to meet her and . . . now it was going to cause a mess, not just with her, but with his family as well!
Great. Just. Great.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:07 am
Everyone had kinks in their armour and Azelle was of no exception. She walked a very precarious line between over confidence and a sudden realisation that she wasn't 'all that'. If a sliver of doubt crept into her psyche and was left to fester then it could spell disaster. She didn't have very many kinks, she was very secure for the most part, but when it came to Chetan things were a little different.
After all, she was used to being a flirt and had for the longest time enjoyed the dance between herself and a stallion. These dances had been fleeting and had rarely lasted more than a day, a mere fling here or there. She'd never invested much time in these dances and nor had she felt the need to - it had just been for fun. Then she had bumped into Chetan again and while things had started as a fun little game, they hadn't quite turned out that way.
It'd been fun to tease him; it had always been fun to tease him as a baby too. He'd become flustered, embarassed and seemed like he might faint on occasions at her antics but then something shifted. He hadn't given her what she wanted immediately, there had been no immediate one night stand and instead, she had done the chasing... She'd chased so hard to the point that she actually got to know him properly.
She'd been introduced to his quirks, his social awkwardness and his interests. Much to her surprise, his enthusiasm for some of these things was contagious. What pleasure he found in the pursuit of knowledge was enviable and as the months had progressed she had tentatively branched out for herself - never in all her life had she thought there would come a day when she looked at a snail and how it moved, then think 'how interesting'.
He had rubbed off on her and with that came elements of fondness that had developed and grown into something much more significant. It had never officially been discussed, but she had been presumptious (as always) and comfortably slotted herself into the role of girlfriend. It was completely unannounced of course, she'd never actually asked him, but when did she ever?
It was this more significant feeling that left her with a critical and very vulnerable flaw in her armour. She'd never left herself open to assault before and the opportunity to be hurt in relationships was high. She'd witnessed it herself, she'd seen relationships implode at the slightest thing and she'd seen the aftermath too. She'd never wanted to be in that position, ever, tear staining and blood shot eyes looked awful.
Consequently, this little kink and the possibility that something could (and inevitably would) go wrong festered in her brain and caused paranoia. Utterly ridiculous to some, completely logical to the mare in question.
Unfortunately it appeared that moment had come and she sobered immediately as the expression on Chetan's face switched from incredulous, to furious. She had never seen him angry before and if it hadn't been directed at her it would probably have been fascinating to watch. At the moment all it did was cause butterflies in her stomach and a sudden sense of nausea.
What did he mean she she had shattered someone's heart - had she?
She seemed to deflate, decreasing her size considerably as she recoiled a little from the stallion, an odd sight for an observer. It wasn't every day a kalona (sort of) recoiled from the sight of one who was significantly less well armed.
"I've never hurt anyone that way!" she snapped defensively and shook her head. A frown creased her features and she pursed her lips in a very mild pout. It was only when he continued to tell her off that her nostrils flared and her ears flattened against her head, lightly brushing against her horns. Had he just accused her of a lack of respect? The nausea grew a little worse and her voice was uncharacteristically high the next time she spoke - indicated both her surprise and upset.
"I wasn't aware that that sort of thing required prompting!" she croaked. "Forgive me for thinking that you might want to introduce me on the hoof as opposed to after much prodding. When mares prod males in that way they usually run for the hills - it's generally a topic that males bring up impromptu," she continued then trailed off and bit down on her lower lip.
"I apologise for misstepping," she regathered enough of her composure to speak again, albeit stiffly. "I won't be so inconsiderate as to introduce myself to anyone again."
Yes.
Lesson well learnt.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 3:26 pm
Chetan really wasn't accustomed to being angry, especially at the dark furred mare before him. So often he walked around secretly starry-eyed and amazed at the much more outgoing female. Not only was she beautiful physically, but she had sass, intelligence, and was generally fun. She was something he never could be, it was part of what caused him his foal hood crush upon her. Given, he'd been a bit intimidated by her, and when younger had almost been terrified of her teasing. He'd never expected any mare to give him much of a thought, and his life had been fine, until Mariashi had introduced him to her.
The geek couldn't resisit the exotic female, even at such a young age. But for a long time he had assumed what many had thought - she was merely a tease. Her flirtations meant nothing, and ultimately, she would someday give up and move on. The sort of stallion that Chetan imagined Azelle fawning over was nothing like him, so when she stayed, while their relationship changed and developed, he still couldn't help but worry and wonder.
Nothing had been stated, nothing had been spoken. Of course, he had never really asked, but he didn't want to trap Azelle. She was her own mare, she did what she pleased, and it was what made her lovely. But it also meant the foundation of their relationship, at least for Chetan, was currently built upon shaky ground. Time had built it stronger, of course, and he had absolutely no intention of leaving her BUT every now and then he did have to wonder if there wasn't someone she wanted or desired more. He wouldn't try to keep her, but that also meant he couldn't entirely claim her as his own.
Watching Azelle seemingly back down and away surprised the stallion, but he felt justified in his anger. He just couldn't believe she had pranced off and introduced herself without him. Still glowering, he added, "If you've never broke someones heart, than why on earth would you claim, and I quote, 'It's poor form for me to fall completely for someone only to have my heart shattered - that's my job, not the other way around.' If that doesn't speak of possible heart breaking, than I'm poorly mistaken." Besides, he knew how much of a flirt she was. If she broke a stallions heart with her flirtations, she likely hadn't stuck long enough around to notice!
Heaving a sigh, the stallion snorted and pawed at the earth in a moments irritation. He was tense, and wasn't quite ready to calm, but he was also trying to be logical. "When do I ever do things, on the hoof Azelle? Besides, I've never had a girl to introduce to my family, so I'm not entirely certain of the etiquette of such things. If I introduce someone to my family, I always thought it would be a future mate, sort of a 'next step' in a relationship. And someday's, Azelle, I don't even know where our relationship is going or what you have in mind for it."
Heaving a sigh, trying to keep his temper in check, he grimaced as she suddenly apologized. But there was sting in her words, and she was being a bit melodramatic. "First off, you never gave a hint on introducing me to your family, so I didn't think you'd have any interest in meeting mine. Furthermore, you can introduce yourself to whomever you like, but the fact you planned this entire trip and sought them out on your own. . . why wouldn't you have thought I might not want to have come with? I would have been more than happy to introduce you to them, I would have been proud of that fact. I'm not a mind reader though, you gave me absolutely no sign of your interest."
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 3:29 am
"Because I don't get my heart broken!" she shrieked, losing what little composure she did have. He made valid points of course, but she was clearly outplayed in terms of logic and intelligence in this argument and he would be the most likely to win in the long term. What might have been a harmless or simply an honest observation to him, translated to an attack to her and she had little other option than to snap back. It certainly wasn't her most gracious moment and in living memory, probably wouldn't ever be either. That being said, she could probably act a lost worse if given the opportunity.
...She was a spoilt child after all!
"Nobody breaks my heart, if things are going to end then they end on my terms, not the other way round," she continued in the same unusually high pitch. Her ears flattened against her curled mane, soon vanishing underneath. She even crinkled her nose, a feat that would have looked frightening on a genuine kalona but simply made her look more like a petulant child. Well, she could always leave the fiercesome stuff to to her siblings, as far as she was aware Lessia definitely had that covered even though she was relatively harmless when not pushed.
"And you've seen my family, you've met my brother!" She continued, a touch astonished by his accusation that she had never shown interest in introducing him to her family. "If you really wanted to meet them then I would take you but they have a way of just popping up without the need for that, they do the introducing themselves!" she sucked in a breath and shook her head. Her cheeks puffed out, thus turning the petulant child into a chipmunk and then she continued. "As I said before most girls won't give any damned hints because they don't want to scare the hell out of the guy - by default stallions are commitment phobes unless it's on their terms so why would I insist on meeting anyone?"
She handily dodged how she had planned everything and failed to invite him along, regarding the commitment phobe explanation as a suitable retort. However, when he claimed she had no interest her eyes narrowed to mere slits and it was a wonder she didn't hop from hoof to hoof while squealing in fury. Alas, she satisfied this fury by bunching up into a little strained and very tight bundle, even her wings clutched tight to her sides - if she was going to explode she would do so spectacularly.
"No Interest?" she hissed. "If I had no interest then why the hell would I still be here?!" she practically roared at him, a hint of the kalona shining through in her voice. Well, if there was one thing she had inherited it was a big voice, even if she lacked the suitable 'weaponry' to do anything more than bark really loudly with it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:46 am
Chetan said nothing as the mare suddenly flew in to a frenzy, complete with shrieking and glowering. The young stallion kept his cool, and the scientist in him was absolutely fascinated by the petulant temper-tantrum she was throwing. He couldn't help but study the way she curled her lips, how she practically quivered in rage before him. . . . It truly was fascinating.
But now was not the time to look upon this fight in a passive manner. The more she continued to snarl at him, the little patience he had regained slowly became undone. If there was something Chetan couldn't stand, it was being screamed at, and the female before him was being as vocal as he had ever heard her. This wasn't discussion. In fact, there was very little that was going to happen or get resolved if all they were doing was shrieking at one another.
If Azelle wanted to speak rationally, that was fine, but he would not put up with such childish behavior. No. And if she thought she would get her way by snarling at him she was sadly mistaken. Nostrils flaring, Chetan's chest puffed up as he took a long inhale and begged for renewed patience.
"You've met my cousin, Mariasha, so I think we're on the same level." He spoke quietly, lowly, his voice dark with irritation. Stepping forward, pointedly, he kept his silver gaze pinned on her, his own anger coloring him with a sort of energy he often reserved. For all of his coy nature and foalish stuttering, right now he was solid, and far from intimidated by his distressed and livid girlfriend.
"Well, apologies then, Miss, for not falling under the cliche of every stereotypical male out there. Would it better suit you, so you needn't look at me as an individual and be able to box me in to the categories of every-other-stallion?!" He was losing his own cool and his own patience, and knew she wouldn't take his words kindly. But he was just as irritated as the female before him. Of course, he had made his own assumptions without communicating to her, unable to confront her and put his hoof down about where their relationship was going and what her intentions were down the road.
That was his own fault, he knew that. . . But what had started out as a simple miscommunication had blown in to a storm of every-seemingly-problem-between-them! But that was always the way, wasn't it? Chetan knew he had communication issues, at least when it came to matters of the heart. But now . . . now wasn't a time to bring them up.
"I have never been terrified of commitment, Azelle. Haven't I indulged you? Haven't I attempted to show my affection? Between the two of us, it is you who made sure to remind me that you were a flirt, that you weren't one to be swept away and off your hooves by anyone. Not for as long a commitment as I would wish to have of you! So why would I introduce you to my family, or bring up such a thing, when you have made it clear (intentionally, or not) that you are a free-spirit. If I brought up long-term commitment, don't you think I'd worry that would send you fleeing for the hills!?" Their roles were, oddly, a bit reversed. He had never known Azelle to desire long-term commitment, but then again, he had never really asked. It had been solely on observation, solely with a knowledge of how she acted and things he'd heard that had caused him to deduce such a thing.
Hmm. He was an intelligent stallion, but he apparently lacked proper wisdom, especially when it came to love and matters of the heart. Flicking his tail, still glowering, he gave a snort. "But I refuse to discuss these matters while shrieking at one another. If you want to talk then let's talk, otherwise there is nothing more to be said at this time. I refuse to tolerate being screamed at, we're both civil beings, so let's act it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:31 am
Indulge her?
Did he just say that he had indulged her? Where she came from indulging anyone implied that you were only humouring them. Whether it be through pity, sympathy or simply because that individual didn't know any better, it wasn't a good thing. Or at least this was the definition that elected to run through the mind of the mare as the words escaped from his lips. Anything else he might have said was now lost on her, her mind firmly set on its course. How dare he imply that she was so desperate that he needed to indulge her in anything, to give her some of his valuable time just because she seemed to require it.
Argh, how dare he! HOW DARE HE!
Her jaw tightened, her eyes narrowed and she squared her shoulders in a manner that only one looking for a fight would do. Well if he wanted to be that way then he could be that way, she didn't need him to indulge her whims, if she wanted anyone to be in her company then it was going to be an individual who wanted her around. That was fine, she'd misjudged him and she'd gotten it wrong - she could ignore the lump in her throat and suck it up, she'd seen other do it. Lesson well learnt - today was full of valuable lessons for her!
"I see," she replied hollowly, her lips pursing as she folded her wings against her sides and took a deep breath. "Well, you should have made yourself perfectly clear before, had I known you were merely indulging me then I never would have wasted your time," she continued stiffly and shook her head. "But at least I know now, that in mind I wouldn't dream of wasting any more of your time," she trailed off, cleared her throat and backed away. All right, so she had made a mistake, she'd read into things wrong and was now paying for it - evidently the single life was what she was made for. She was an attractive mare, give her a few days to recover her composure and she'd be back out there in the plains strutting her stuff.
"I'm sorry for over stepping the mark, I won't do it again," she reassured him and with a soft sniff, turned on her heels and sauntered away. She wasn't going to make him sit in her presence any longer, if anyone was going to indulge her than it would be herself, he could get back to his life of study and isolation.
Hmph.
She'd get over him.
Eventually.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:40 pm
Something suddenly changed. Chetan didn't understand what he might have said that seemed to cause Azelle to steel herself in such a manner, but . . . .well . . . obviously he did something! His silver gaze stared at her as she spoke her peace, and then turned and walked away.
. . wait a minute. . . This wasn't finished! They hadn't resolved anything. In fact, it sounded like she was just washing her hooves of this entire situation here and now.
Chetan wasn't one who often fought or argued. He was often mild mannered, even borderline shy, and was a bit of a hermit. But what was this about? What he done now? Oh bother, he'd really put his hoof in it now! Argh. Women. Maybe he was better off just being a hermit. Part of him wanted to run after her, to apologize, to grovel, to do whatever he had to do to bring her back, to clear up this fight. But another part of Chetan refused. While he didn't inherit his families gregarious nature, nor their charm, he did inherit their stubbornness and right now he refused.
No.
He needed time to cool off. The sinking sensation in his gut would go away, he would logically work out what he had to do and say, she would come back and . . . .things would get resolved. Right? RIGHT!? "Azelle. . . " He half-called, half-let his words fall in to a heavy sigh as his brows knit. Now that she wasn't yelling at him, now that she was . . well . . .gone . . .he wasn't sure what to do.
She was coming back, wasn't she? Her leaving hadn't been a permanent thing, had it? Losing just a bit of dignity, he called out even louder, with perhaps a bit desperation in his voice, "You know damn well that wasn't what I meant!" Part of the stallion stomped after her, only to swiftly turn around and stomp back. If he followed was he just giving in to her tantrum? If he stayed back would he lose her forever?
DAMNIT ALL!
Chetan honestly didn't know. He was stuck. He wasn't too proud to apologize but he just couldn't do it this very instant. Hadn't he been worried about her leaving him all along? Hadn't that been why he hadn't pushed himself on her and demanded a more solid-relationship? And yet now . . . now she had walked away, had taken his words and turned them in to an attack.
Snorting, the silver eyed stallion decided she was in no mood to logically converse. He'd give her time to cool down, and he'd regain his composure. And . .of course. . . find someone, anyone, who might be able to figure out what happened and where he went wrong. His father, perhaps. Ironic, considering it was her visiting his father that started this mess!
Confused, annoyed, and deep down rather petrified he may have pushed her too far, Chetan decided it was time they both too a break. A short one. Long enough for him to figure out what he was supposed to do, and Azelle to figure out what she truly desired.
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