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 Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:49 pm
This is a private roleplay between Killian and Zachary 
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:56 pm
The water of the stream tickled into the pound, the water barely rippled, allowing for the reflection of the tiny dark colored foal to stare back up at himself. He flicked his tail and the spikes hit the water, distorting his image. His features were so different than his mother and father, but yet at the same time there were many similarities. Who was Killian? The foal who felt empathy for those he met and had a strange ability to understand what made that person tick. Why was he so different from the rest of his family or just normal soquili in general? Was it because he was also smart? There were so many variables that influence the question of how he is different. He is different than his siblings because he was able to talk before them, he had heard words while in the basket and had stored them away in his mind. Sentences came to him when he wished to impress his mother. He was who he was, but the question still remained, why was he so different?
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:02 pm
Where was Killian? He was not playing hide go seek with his siblings and the foals of the other family. A frown appeared on the father’s face as he tried to imagine where his son had wandered off to, and then a thought occurred to him. The reflecting pool. With measured steps he made his way to the hidden sanctuary. He was right, his son was standing near the water’s edge, staring into the clear waters below, “What do you see my son?” Zachary walked up to Killian. His question was much deeper than the obvious one he spoke out loud. He knew that his son was smart enough to catch the hidden meaning. The father looked at his brilliant son, he was quiet at times, always listening and taking in the conversations that occurred around him. When he did speak his words were articulate, he asked questions and seemed to have an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:08 pm
He did not even look up at his father’s approach, “I see a foal that is unsure with who he is, a creature who is confused due to the capacity of his brain and his strange appearance.” The fact that he was different did not depress him, in all actuality, it made him curious, he wanted to know why he was the way he was. His questions where not degrading toward himself, he did not wish to be anyone else but himself. He finally looked up at his father, “What do you see?”
Killian loved his father. Zachary was a kind soul who seemed to walk about the world with a zen like calm. The only things that seemed to shake that calm were Neela and his three children. The young foal wanted to emulate his father, for Zachary was the best stallion Killian had ever met, he had not yet met a stallion who was more selfless and understanding than his father. “Father, do you think you could teach me to mediate?” Perhaps if Killian was able to become one with himself, he would discover the truth of who he was and what his purpose was upon this earth.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:16 pm
Zachary did not respond to his son’s words, he knew that his son was going through a stage when one tried to figure out one’s purpose. The stallion was slightly surprised that it was happening to his son at such a young age, but he shrugged it off, there was nothing normal about Killian. His brilliant mind caused him to ponder questions most adults have yet to consider, “I see a stallion who loves his life and could not be happier with what he has been given.” He continued to look into the pool, his coloration in stark contrast with that of his young son.
He paused for a moment and then he turned his attention to the dark colored foal, “I would love to teach you how to mediate. I think it would be a great skill to have in your repertoire. Would you like to begin now?” The current setting was perfect for their first lesson; it was a calm, peaceful spot that only contained positive energy. The soft sound of the trickling stream would aid in providing a point in which to focus the mind.
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