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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:13 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:27 pm
 Vanmoriel stood on her tippy toes, drawing on the walls of the cave she shared with her family with a burnt twig. Her sisters were out and about, Vanwyn most likely dancing and Vaniania probably at the Artisan's Guild. She was alone and that was fine with her; the silence helped her art move faster and with more ease.
Eying the sketch, she frowned a little. It needed colour, but she had used up all her paints and couldn't go and get more flowers without her mother or another mare to watch her. For now, this would do. She eyed the walls of the cave, all covered in paintings of flowers and butterflies; of her family. They had a child-like edge to them but were still very beautiful. There were blank spaces and she didn't know what to fill them with. She was sure inspiration would come soon; it always did.
Done with the butterfly, she started to scratch smaller ones around it, a bunch of flowers here and there. Rolling hills and a river winding between them. Once painted, this would make for a lovely addition to the wall. She placed the twig down for a moment and wiped her leg against her facing, leaving a dark smudge. "I wish I could paint something different.." She frowned a little. She painted the same thing, her mind too young to understand most of the things in the world. She was also too young to venture out on her own right now, which hindered her a little. But she would deal with it until the time came. Then her paintings would change and be magnificent..
Picking up the twig in her mouth once more, she scratched some more pictures onto the wall, grunting as she tried to reach up higher. Without something to stand on and someone to keep her steady, she was having a rather hard time.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:01 am
 Eryi had spent most of the day wandering the safe zone. Vanya had been pre-occupied with tending to her new daughters, teaching them and helping them grow, and hadn't had many tasks for him. The day was warm and cloudless; A small breeze blew gently through the trees and though he enjoyed the time outside, he was used to the solitude of his home, and didn't often like to stay with the other males for too long.
As he wandered from the safe zone, his feet subconsciously took him back towards the cave where Vanya and her family were nesting, while the girls were being raised. It was strange to him to think that it had been so long since he had arrived. Vanya had become a mother, and now her foals had arrived and were already growing in to their independent natures. Vanwyn, a spitting image of her mother, with the spirit of a dancer to match. Vaniania, an aspiring musician with music in her soul. And Vanmoriel... It was nearly impossible to not know what the little foal loved the most. Her paintings scoured the walls of the caves, as high as she could reach. She was always coming home from trips with her mother with bushels of flowers and berries. She'd craft them in to beautiful paints but always seemed to be running out. The thought of the girls made him miss his family. They must think he'd been killed by now. It tore his heart a little to think of it.
Shaking his head, Eryi quickly tried to think of something else to fill his mind with; To preoccupy himself. As he headed quietly back to the cave, he wondered what the young filly would be drawing next. She was always there when he arrived back home. Always drawing and painting. Vanmoriel truely loved her art. His mind wondered and tried to imagine such things as he walked. It wasn't until he felt something under his hoof that he snapped from it. Stopping and lifting his leg, he noticed a smear of bright yellow across his white hoof. He'd trampled a dandelion in his stupor.
Plucking the disheveled flower from the ground, Eryi placed it carefully in to the folds of the fabric the draped across his chest. He was going to pass the filly on his way in, so why not bring her a gift? Eryi smiled to himself and continued walking, stopping to pluck the occasional flower from around trees and rocks.
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The walk hadn't been very long, but the weather was beautiful this time of year and he had found himself a decent little bundle of flowers. Enough to satisfy the filly for at least a little while today. He carefully checked that he hadn't lost any as he entered the cave, his footsteps quiet and graceful even over the floor of the cave. He could hear the familiar scratching of stick against rock and he knew immediately what it was. He chuckled softly to himself as Vanmoriel finally came in to his sights.
"Be careful, Miss Vanmoriel." He advised the small foal as she reached to an untouched area of the wall above her. "I've brought you a gift back, from my walk today. Would you like to see what it is?" He smiled sweetly, keeping the flowers hidden from view.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 1:21 am
 Vanmoriel jumped a little when Eryi spoke; he was always so silent and he often caught her off guard, thought it was more her fault than his own. She was always off in her own little world when she painted or drew; a bear running through the lands could sneak up on her. She smiled when she came upon his familiar face and put the twig down carefully, jumping forward. Her tailed swished a little, picking up remnants of paint that had not yet dried thanks to the cool air.
Her head tilted to the side. A gift? She wondered what is was. Standing on her tippy toes, she tried to peek around to see what it was; but he was much taller than she and she slumped back. "Show me! Please!
Their relationship had grown since she had emerged from her basket. At first she was weary at him; she didn't understand why a male who wasn't her father lived with them. As she got older and began learning the ways of the flock, as well as her mother, she began to understand. He was a treasure of her mother's; someone to warm her nest when Taarab was with the Oracle. Eryi was always kind to her and after the initial shyness wore off, she warmed up to him and began to enjoy his company. He was normally the only one home alone with her and so they bonded.
As she looked him over, she blushed a little and wondered if he would let her paint him on one of the empty spaces on the wall. She'd thought about it not long ago and thought it would be wonderful. The delicate mask, long strong horns and hair the colour of wheat. "I'm going to run out of space soon, I think," she shifted, suddenly nervous for some reason.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 2:15 am
Eryi chuckled lightly as Vanmoriel's tail flicked behind her, bits of paint sticking clumps of hair together. He'd learned by this time is was pointless to make her aware. More paint would only replace it by the time she was done. Vanmoriel, like her sisters, was too full of life to be hindered by such small things. Their excitement was new to him. Something he had learned to get used to as of late. He hadn't been around children since he and his brother were small. The snowy mountains of the north were quiet and their family didn't see many others in their lands.
"There aren't many of them, but it should be enough for now." He drew out the suspense, watching the young foal attempt to figure it out. Smiling at her excitement, he leaned forward, tugging on the silky fabric that hid his little treasure. The flowers, of a few various colours, tumbled on to the floor, landing softly in a pile in front of Vanmoriel. "I wasn't able to find you any berries, but I'm sure these will do. You seem like you're in need." He chuckled, nodding towards the stick that lay on the ground below her unfinished picture.
Of all the girls, Vanmoriel was the one he'd grown most familiar with. The other two always out, expanding their artistic abilities where best suited for them. She was always here, nearby. Painting, creating, imagining. In the place where she, too, could grow her skills. Her company had become a norm for Eryi, and he felt a sense of peace in it. He would enjoy watching her, and her sisters, grow. Vanya trusted him with her, when others were out attending to business. He was appreciative of this, and of the peace of the nearly empty cave.
"Perhaps we can find you some more space today, then. Somewhere for you to use your new paint on." He smiled sweetly to the foal, motioning to the flowers and wondering if there were any places yet untouched left in the cave.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:56 am
Vanmoriel chirped with delight as the flowers tumbled from Eryi's sash. She nosed around in them, smelling the perfumes. There was only a few, but it was enough that she could paint her latest drawing. She grabbed a rock that had been smoothed around the bottom and a wooden bowl. She started with the yellows, pulling the petals off and crushing them in a bowl until it was a fine paste. Then she added a tiny drop of water from a leather sack. Mixing them together, she picked up one of her mother's discarded feathers and dipped it in. She began to paint the walls, reaching up as high as she could.
"Maybe.." She made small strokes, the yellow bright against the wall's dark colours. "Though I don't think many would be happy if I went around and painted their walls," she pouted, remembering when she had drawn around the nursery and was chastised. "I thought of.. paper.. I heard about it once. When I'm older I want to make it and paint on it. That way I'll never run out of room." She rinsed her bowl out, having finished painting the yellow part of the wings and a few yellow flowers. Next she moved onto the blue. As she mixed it, the colour reminded her of the stallion who had gifted her the flowers; at least the beads he wore in his hair.
Shaking her mane, she began to paint the sky and water, adding shadows here and there. "You'll help me of course, won't you Eryi? Those big hooves will come in handy I bet." She giggled lightly. His lack of claws had never been an issue. She didn't trouble herself with such things, much the same way her mother didn't. But while her mother simply sought after looks, Vanmoriel looked for kindness in her companions and friends. "Could you help me? I can't reach the rest of the sky. If you hold it in your mouth you can reach." She held the feather out to him, blue paint dripping off the end and trickling down her arm.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:13 pm
"When you are older, Miss Vanmoriel, everything your eyes can see, and everything your legs can reach can be your canvas. And the world will be your inspiration." He smiled to the filly, watching as she painted vivid yellows on to the walls of the den. "But for now, I'm sure we can figure something out."
He watched her closely as she carefully crafted the flowers in to paint. He'd never known others with claws before he was brought to these territories. It was still a mechanic of their daily life that he found intriguing. He'd never know how it felt to use ones feet in such a manner. Thinking back to the day he stumbled upon Vanya, he realized he never thought so far in detail about her claws at the time. He inwardly chuckled to think how naive he was when it happened. A thought he tried hard not to dwell on. That was the past, now.
As Vanmoriel spoke to him once more, he snapped back to reality. She'd finished crafting her blue paint and was already beginning to paint it on to the wall. "I will do my best for you." He took the feather that the foal offered to him, mindful of the paint that slowly oozed it's way on to her white fur. He couldn't say he had ever painted before, and was leery of ruining her picture.
The picture was simple enough for the tall stallion to reach, and he carefully swiped the paint on to the area Vanmoriel referred to. The paint was smooth and went on with ease and the stallion was steady, but using such delicate tools with his mouth was a task easier said than done. When he finished, he placed the feather down, resting against the bowl as to not dirty the wet paint on the tip. "I am not nearly as skilled as you are, Miss Vanmoriel." He chuckled, motioning to a smudge he had made in the process.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 10:58 pm
Vanmoriel pouted. "Can't I be older now?" Everything, to her, seemed better when you were an adult. Sure, she had the freedom of being a a girl;but was restricted by age. She wasn't allowed to do as much as adults were. She couldn't run off whenever she pleased. Permissions had to be made; a guard had to be willing to watch her. Really, it was a bother to leave the cave which is why she rarely did.
As he painted, she mixed up the last of her colours; a soft green for the hills. Taking the feather from Eryi, she looked up at his work and giggled. "The smudges are nice. Like the wind or a cloud." She reached up again and began painting the hills, tongue poking out in concentration.
"Are you free for the rest of the afternoon?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the wall. She wondered if perhaps he would escort her to gather flowers. They wouldn't be able to travel far, but it would be enough and she needed some fresh air after being inside all day. "I wanna get some flowers."
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