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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:06 pm
 The sun shone brightly upon the bright, green summer grass as Ryden trampled through the meadow. As a warm breeze rippled through the meadow, the stallion stopped to savor its warmth and smells. After the gust had passed, he began again, moving with heavy, ungraceful steps towards the forest's edge.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:12 pm
 A soft humming noise could be heard coming from the forests edge, and soon a humming bird of many colors appeared, flitting in and out of the trees. He stopped at the sight of the stallion close by and flew closer, circling him and humming in curiosity before flying away.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:25 pm
Ryden's ear twitched as a soft humming noise floated along the breeze. He jerked his head around awkwardly, expecting to see a bee or a horse fly buzzing about his head. Instead what met his eyes was something (a bug maybe?) flying away from him at an alarming speed. It was bright and beautiful, and after watching it fly away for a few moments, he concluded it was definitely not a bug. Curiosity sparked the stallion's mind and he quickly cantered after the humming bird
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:33 pm
The hummingbird continue to fly away from the other stallion until he came upon another stallion that looked just like the bird with the white and multi-colors all over the body. Both pairs of wings were folded down and the stallion was looking at different colored flowers, trying to decide which ones to use for his pallette, which was laying off to the side.
Hearing hoofbeats heading his way and a tiny weight settling on his head, he lifted his head up and turned to see who was approaching, the bells wrapped around his neck jingling a little.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:41 pm
Ryden stopped abruptly; he kicked up dirt as he skidded to a halt. He was just a few feet away from the other stallion, who he hoped was friendly. His blue eyes scanned the male and finally stopped on the little bird perched atop Arcangelo's head. Ryden had never seen a bird like that before--if that's what is was. "Oh, uh hello," he blurted out quickly. "S-sorry if I am bothering you. I was following your..." he paused, tilting his head to one side. "bird?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:45 pm
He smiled as he fully turned to face the other stallion, his bells jingling, "Quite alright, you aren't bothering me! And you must mean Bach." he said, looking up a bit, and the bird flapping his wings fast for a second before settling down. "He is my familair and he is a hummingbird. My name is Arcangelo, what's yours?" he asked in introduction.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:52 pm
"I see..." he nodded, eyeing Bach. He couldn't help but look at the hummingbird's glistening feathers. "I am Ryden," the stallion replied, bowing his head slightly and quickly. His gaze fell upon the palette lying on the ground. It was full of color, just like his companion and his familiar. "What are you doing out here?" He met Arcangelo's gaze as he questioned him.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:10 pm
"Oh, I'm looking for new colors to add to my palette!" he said, the tone in his voice sounding quite excited and in trotted in place a bit. "I'm what some call an artist, though I find art in everything! Like....You!" he said, his eyes widening a little and he started moving around the stallion, "Such patchwork...and the mitch-matching colors, they work and flow together so well, as in real harmony!!" he said, his tone sounding even more excited.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:18 pm
Ryden looked down to the patches on his legs. Art? He had never considered himself 'art'. He had always thought that his patches were a little different and weird. He shifted uneasily, unsure what to think. "So.. what do you do with art?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:20 pm
"I make it!! I believe anyone can make art!!" he said, going over to his palette and gesturing to it. "But I believe art is more then just about putting color here and there! You can hear it music and stories others tell, see it in a sunset or when the stars and moon are together in the night sky. I think art is everywhere!" he said, flapping his wings a bit.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:39 pm
Ryden gazed up towards the sky and then around to their surroundings. He had never thought about art being everywhere; in fact, before just a few moments ago, he rarely thought about art before. But Arcangelo seemed so positive and so excited about art, that it was hard not share his feelings. A crooked smile played about his muzzle. "So what sort of colors are you collecting for your palette?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:50 pm
He looked down to his palette before lifting his head back up to look at the other male, "I'm looking for red flowers because I am running low on red. But I don't want it too dark or too light or it will make anything I paint seem off." he explained, flicking his tail a bit.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:00 pm
Ryden nodded and began scanning the area for bits of red. He quickly spotted a red flower a few paces off and galloped towards it. As he came upon it, his feet moved awkwardly. He swayed, stumbling, and his hoof fell right on top of the flower. After finally finding his balance, the stallion lifted his hoof to reveal the flower broken at the base and lying crushed in the soft grass. Flattening his ears in annoyance, Ryden stooped low to gently pick up the remaining parts of the flower. And as he trotted back to Arcangelo, a few petals drifted behind him. "I, er..don't know if this was right," he stammered and muttered, "But I stepped on it--s-sorry."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:03 pm
Tilting his head to the side a bit, he was a bit confused when the stallion went off and then seemed to trip. A concerned look was on his face when he came back and dropped the flower, "Are you ok? And don't worry, I have to crush the flowers anyway." he explained.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:10 pm
Ryden shook his head in embarrassment. "I'm fine," he murmured. "I just can't... control my feet at times." He smiled, feeling a bit relieved. "I'm clumsy sometimes.. er, a lot!" He added a little snort of laughter at the latter. Ryden gently placed the flower at Arcangelo's feet. "Well, I guess I did part of the work for you then."
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