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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:16 pm
This is a private RP between Nisshou H and -MoomoolatteCha-. No posting please. Mako's soquili: Alina Nisshou's soquili: Kaitou Malta, Etoile and Fionn.    
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:37 pm
Normalcy. It was a state of being. A state that meant you were generally accepted by society. It was something that Etoile never had been and had never tried to be.
Normal people tended to lead normal every day lives with their normal friends and their normal routines and their normal diets and their normal everything. It was all too much for the girl that practically lived in another world altogether. She disliked normal and found it dull. Why on earth would anyone want to live like that. With the predictable day to day stuff and the traditional romance and roles. Very boring. Very very.
"This is much more interesting." She said to herself watching as her newly found winged friend worked at adjusting a wreath of flowers on her brothers head. "Can you make it less floppy, Mally?" She asked tilting her head to one side. "It's supposed to be his crown."
Malta took a step away from her work to get a better look at what Etoile was seeing. The crown was, in fact, flopping. "Hmmm..."She lipped at the band trying to get it to defy gravity just a little bit but the law of the universe was quite firm in its ways. "I'm afraid it likes the sides of his head too much." She reported with a small sigh and a smile. "It would rather hug him than fly! Why, I'd say it's quite in love with him!"
"It's in love with me?" Fionn asked doing his best to look up at the flowers. He couldn't see them at all, just his forelocks. He wasn't sure he liked that idea. After all, he couldn't love them back. He was a princess, it was his duty to find a prince to love, or so his sister told him often. He was pretty sure flowers were not princesses. "Maybe...branches and leaves wouldn't become so attached?"
Malta considered this for a moment. It seemed like a very good idea. Branches and leaves fell off of their tress quite often after all. Over all they seemed rather ungrateful but Fionn was probably right, they would be less inclined to grow so attached to him. "I think, Etoile, that maybe we should try to get a two-legger to weave us a twig and leaf crown instead! That would stay up." She nodded her head firmly at the younger mare.
Really, it was only natural that Malta had found and joined them. They were a fun bunch of living story tellers. Or, perhaps a bunch of tellers living in a story? Either way, she had fit right in from the moment she had set foot in their favorite clearing and she had no intentions of leaving.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:40 pm
Alina just happened to be near by then just to hear about a flower crown.She could make flower crowns perfectly."You guys asked for a flower crown?"She said softly and looked at the three of them.Maybe they would think she was a creep for just showing up and jumping into their conversation,but thats just how Alina was.She liked talking out to others even when she wasn't entered into their conversation.
Alina looked at their markings and colors,they were all three different.It was quite different.She looked like the one mare with the yellow-ish orange.They were gorgeous.
Hyacinth raced after her."Alina!"She said as she noticed the three others and Alina trying to speak to them.Hiding under Alina's belly she watched them closely.Since Garrick wasn't anywhere around to watch over her,she had to take up that task.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 12:46 pm
"Huh?" Malta's ears twitched hearing someone else's voice. She hadn't been paying enough attention to notice that they weren't alone. She turned to see a mare standing there with an odd looking lion beneath her. It wasn't just any mare though, it was one of those deer soquili. What were they called again? She really couldn't remember.
"Well actually...I think we've given up on flower crowns." She said looking to the one still clinging to Fionn's head. "We need something stronger...do you have something like that?"
As Malta spoke Etoile was slowly creeping towards the new face. What was she? She had some pretty fancy hair and decorations. Most notably she wore a sash of some sort around her shoulders. What was she? Finally, about three feet away from the mare she figured it out. "Fionn! Malta!" She called sharply turning about with purpose. "This lady is an emissary from another place!" She declared before marching back to her friends and turning around to face the stranger.
"This is the Princess Fionn and his lady in waiting Malta!" At this she leaned forward a little ways with her ears back and face completely serious. "She could have been a thief but it didn't suit her, you know?" She "whispered", loudly, before straightening up. "Where are your manners you two?!" She asked rounding on them once again. "Malta you're new but Fionn you know what to do!"
Fionn flinched at his sister's tone before bowing his head gracefully. The flower crown promptly slid over his ears and landed on the ground in front of him. He tried to ignore it. "Greetings and welcome to my lands, fair lady." He gave one last look at the fallen flowers before righting himself, the poor things must have understood they were to be replaced. "Please make yourself at home here. I offer my attendant's services should you require them."
For many people this sort of behavior would be considered down right bizarre. For Fionn it was just how he had lived his entire life. He had never truly regretted it with the exceptions of a few occasions in which it had gotten him into a great deal of trouble. That was just part of being a princess though, or so he had heard.
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