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Soileana stood upon a boulder, the size of a small bird, and sang to the moon above. Twilight and midnight were her favorite times of day, so this was when she was the most active. Some thought the dark to be dangerous, harboring all sorts of evil, but to Sol, it was a relaxing time full of new colors and hidden secrets.

The song she sang was slow and lilting- one could almost call it haunting. She sang of a lonely willow tree, "It mourns the forest that it once dwelt/ It mourns the birds that had left their nests/ and flew away ..." The song slowly wound down to its final notes and echoed through the trees, blending into the silence until not a sound could be heard. With a gentle sigh, Sol fluttered her wings and began to wonder what song would find its way into her heart next.

Sol thought of little Karloff as she looked up at the moon and wondered how her adopted son was coming along. She found herself thinking of him more and more as of late. It was then that another song found its way into her heart and just as she was about to take a breath and continue her serenade to the moon, a small voice sounded from behind her.

Sol flicked her ear in the direction of the voice and turned her head ever so slightly, not in the least bit surprised or afraid of this unknown new Soq. She was not the type to question encounters, for she believed that every encounter happened for a reason.

"Good evening, little one. Ah, well... perhaps I am the little one... let me fix that..." Soileana lilted in reply, her voice both musical and warm. Closing her eyes, the flutter called upon the power of her ancestors to regain her usual size. In a flourish of glittering dust and a gentle glowing light, Sol grew back to the size of a petite mare, ever so slightly larger than the young adult before her. "There... I am no bird, though it flatters me to think I could pass off as one..." she continued, neither hindering nor advancing the conservation. It was this young mare who would do that. Sol did not pry, she simply let things go with the flow.

Soileana watched the young mare before her serenely, waiting for her to recover from the surprise of seeing what she thought was a bird turn into a flutter. It was not until the girl's apparent embarrassment set in that Sol realized she may have overwhelmed her. The fluttercorn was not the sort to think of how others might perceive her; she felt comfortable in her own skin and everything she did was never to show off, it was simply done to be done.

Looking away from the pretty little angeni, Sol turned her head skyward and gazed at the stars. "It is a lovely night... I do love the crescent moon... bright enough to shed some light, yet not quite as overbearing as when it is full..." she murmured lyrically, feeling that if she ignored the young one's embarrassment, it might disappear. There was, after all, little to no reason to be embarrassed around Soileana. She never judged. With a side-long glance, Sol prompted the young one indirectly to give her own opinion of the moon.

Soileana was pleased that her plan worked and her new companion seemed to relax. It was much easier to be around Soq that weren't forever dancing around formalities and social subtleties. The flutter became even more pleased as Sophia spoke, revealing both a lyrical and philosophical way of observing things. Feeling as though she were next to a kindred spirit, Sol nodded ever so slightly and replied, reciting a bit of a favorite poem of hers, "Mm... Where dreams grow/ faster than trees/ and time never comes back…/ where the moon awaits us,/ patiently,/ for our grand attack..." The poem itself had little to nothing to do about the moon or night time, but she liked it anyways and felt like saying it.

Then the little one seemed to grow flustered again and Sol simply sighed patiently. Ignoring the apology and the stuttering, the flutter replied dreamily, "Sophia..? What a lovely name. My name is Soileana. You may call me Sol if that is easier." With a turn of head, Sol gazed at Sophia with serene, gray eyes. They twinkled with a hidden sort of playfulness and held infinite amounts of warmth and patience. Many Soq found it hard to feel uncomfortable around Sol. The flutter was completely accepting of everyone and everything, the sort of universal-mother type. "Have you ever tried to fly to the moon?"

The more of this young lady that Sol observed, the more pleasurable she found the her presence. Sol could see Sophia calm herself, a difficult feat for someone who seemed to rather often exist in a state that was quite the opposite of calm. Even more interesting to her was the girl's play on emotions. She seemed frustrated at her failure, but lighthearted enough about her attempt to give Sol a smile.

Shaking her head slightly, Sol replied smoothly, "It is not in the destination that we learn of living, but in the journey. Perhaps we may never touch the moon, but in trying we learn that though out bodies may be limited, our souls never will be." There was a smile in her eyes, though it did not grace her lips, for Sol very rarely expressed much emotion in any sense. "Have you learned anything thus-far on your journey?"

Soileana listened solemnly and nodded as the young mare spoke of love... how often she had heard stories of love. Her adopted son would not be the wonderful stallion he is today without the love he found. Her own parents had been deeply loving Soquili. Though not devoid of love, Sol had never quite felt such stirrings before... then again, she did not feel many stirrings of any sort. Extreme sadness or happiness or anger or even fear... none of these emotions ever graced her heart. Perhaps sometimes she hoped that by listening to how others felt, she may develop the ability to feel as well.

"Ah... love. The epitome of mixed emotions... to feel joy or hurt, passion or contentment. You will learn much from love... much more than any will ever learn from hate." Sol spoke softly as she looked directly into Sohpia's eyes, or what she could see through the girl's hair, wondering what stories those deep orbs held. "As for myself, not to sound presumptuous, but I may fill tomes with the knowledge I have gathered through my expansive lifetime. I am by no means a young mare. I have learned how to learn and how to accept... a quality I have cultivated for years. To be completely accepting is no simple task, and yet it opens so many doors where others only seen locks and blocked paths."