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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 7:13 am
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Pachu'a glanced up, almost as though he sensed Calamity's gaze. His eyes followed hers, traveling over his shoulder to his shadow. What did she read in that dark form? What clues did she get? He knew not.
He stepped carefully around the hot light she had created the night before. He had reluctantly accepted that they had needed it. He loved the cold, but the drenching rain would have left them both ill had they slept outside. But now he was dry, he was rested, and he wanted cold air in his nose, not the heat of a musty cave. He moved to get past her, nudging her gently with companionable affection.
They had been together a while, longer than he could recall ever having been with anyone. She had not flown away. She sometimes spoke, but not as much as he might fear. And even when they went their own ways for a time, they always found each other again. It was odd, for him, but not all together unpleasant.
He stepped past her and looked out at the winter world before him, wishing they had snow the night before, rather than rain. Rain clung differently from snow, and while the air smelled fresh immediately after, there was an almost cloying scent this far from the event. The sun had not yet burned away the scent. Still, he could feel the cold air, and he could hope for snow. He had companionable silence. There was little to concern him.
Only one thing truly bothered him about his friendship with Calamity. He didn't understand her sometimes, and that confused and frustrated him. It made no sense. Any other Soq and they need not speak, he knew their minds from the set of their ears, the motion of hooves and flank, the set of eyes and teeth. He could tell at a glance if someone was annoyed at a fly for bugging them, or if they were upset over something real, no matter how good their control. Communication without words was something he always felt he excelled at. And more, he always knew it to be easy, one only needed to be observant.... And for every other Soq he had ever met, this had been the case. So why... why was she so much harder to read? He could read the set of a rabbit's ears to know how the carrots were growing in, so why did her gentle signs of affection confuse him?
No matter, they were friends without need of words. If he did not always perfectly understand here, there was no harm in it. She did not seem to mind, near as he could tell. No, they hadn't had any miscommunications large enough to truly matter, and she was quiet and pleasant to be around. It was odd, having company so oft, but it was an odd he could become accustomed to. A small part of him still worried that this comfort now would make it hurt all the more when she left. Just like...
... No. He'd not think of her. He wouldn't. He wouldn't let himself hurt so, because it shouldn't hurt. He had made his peace long ago with not needing anyone. And he didn't.
His eyes caught sight of her as he glanced back. He didn't, he tried to convince himself. Didn't need anyone, but the argument was weaker than it had been, and so, thankfully, was the fear of her leaving, the certainty she would. He could almost believe that maybe, just maybe, she'd be the one who stayed.
He turned forward again and took a good breath of cold air. The barest hint of snow on the wind? Or was he imagining it because he wanted it to be true? He wasn't sure, but he could follow it and find out. He flicked an ear at her, an invitation to come along as he began walking. He glanced back, almost against his will, to see if she would follow.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:54 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 11:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:18 am
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As close as they were, physically of course, he could feel her unease when she saw the clouds, and he slowed, glancing at her when she glanced at him. He flicked an ear questioningly at her. He could smell the snow, and longed for it. He too had seen the clouds, but had no idea that they were, in fact, the cause of her distress. He knew that they were getting closer to where the clouds would soon yield their bounty, if they were not already in the process of doing so, and he wanted to be there, to rush ahead and let the cold wash over him, freezing away everything else. There was solace in snow, always had been, for him. In snow he could almost forget all those who had left him, all those who were gone. Almost, but never completely.
But she had not left him, at least, not yet. Further, she wasn't chatty, she wasn't annoying. He appreciated her company, and even could almost... no. He didn't care for her. didn't, couldn't wouldn't...
....Lian.... his daughter... missing her was a scar on his soul, and of all those whom he missed, that ache was the fiercest. No, he lied to himself vehemently, told himself he didn't care, not about her, not about Calamity.
However, he had stopped, and there was concern in his eyes as he looked to the mare, trying to figure out what worried her so. He absolutely wasn't tensing in preparation to face down whatever danger she had sensed. No sir. And even if he was, he had to defend himself at the least, so of course he would defend her, it was self preservation. He didn't care about her, he certainly didn't love her...
Pachu'a had gotten really good at lying to himself, recently.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:50 am
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Watching those clouds made her wing ache in remembrance. But she couldn’t help it, clouds, harsh winds, lighting. Those are what those clouds represented. But little did she know that it simply meant snow was coming. It wasn’t going to be a huge hard blizzard but a gentle heavy snow. When she looked at Pachu’a she could see his concern she and she flexed her wing lightly, it had was almost healed. She’d be able to fly again soon. But she tucked them close unconsciously, as if a wind would come and pull them away from her. Her ears lowered lightly and she rubbed her cheek against his neck, a surprising move even to herself. But the warmth caused her to shiver.
“Hurt my wing a storm.” She whispered. Because of that storm, her injured wing has kept her here for almost 4 full seasons. She closed her glowing eyes for a moment and just listened to the world around them. There was something that Pachu’a spent a lot of time thinking about and she didn’t think it was her. Was it possible there was another mare? But in that moment she thought she understand why he liked the cold, the snow.
When was stranded in the forest with her hurt wing and the snow was falling. She remembered the world was silent. She could barely hear the scurrying of smaller critters, there was a calming sense about that. Pachu’a really liked the silence… Could that be why he liked the snow so much? Maybe she should have stayed at the caved, the storm would come to a head at any moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:55 pm
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