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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:03 pm
 Ember Heart pushed herself out of the water, feeling it fly around her in an aura of water. She felt her hair fall loose about her face and neck. She relished the warm air...except... it wasn't quite warm enough. She pulled a face, then pushed herself towards the shore. Her hooves hit the shore and she bent a knee to the sand and felt the warm moistness of it. With a happy squeal, she pushed herself into the sand, burrowing like a sand worm, Until only the tip of her tail was exposed to the surf. She wiggled until her face broke free of the sand so she could breathe, and a small dip formed in the bottom of the tunnel to fill it with sea water. Now she had the warm sand hugging her, and the water along her body. She closed her eyes and sighed. She loved this. Unfortunately, she kept forgetting how hard it was for others to see her when she was buried under the sand like this.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:31 pm
 Seible hesitated for just a moment when his hooves went from hard packed dirt to soft, shifting sand. He hated sand, hated the beach. The sound of the ocean crashing against the land wrecked havoc with his hearing. Still, determined to put as much distance as possible between him and that bizarre mare he had been unfortunate enough to meet. Even now, he wasn’t certain what to make of her. She hadn’t been cruel or vicious, despite her insensitivity. But then… she HAD apologized for not realizing he was blind. Maybe she hadn’t been too bad.
Ugh, no. Thoughts like that only led to disaster. He’d start to think that maybe not all people were self centered and mean. And then he’d meet one who was. No, he should stick to the solitary life that had done him well. And he would. Just as soon as he put this beach between him and that mare.
He moved with care, placing each hoof carefully. With the sand so soft and shifting under him, it was impossible to tell if something was coming. He paused suddenly when his foot touched something a bit firmer than sand. There was a bit of give to it that disturbed him. Oh boy… he really hoped he hadn’t stumbled on another dead body.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:03 pm
"Oh! Hello," she said, opening her eyes, pushing her face out a bit more from the sand. "Did you come to rest as well? The sand and surf are both wonderful today. The salt is just perfect." she smiled a very warm smile at him, and pushed her head out a bit more so she could look at him, her hair sticking damply, coated with sand, clumped against her neck. She didn't mind, though, she loved the feel of warm wet sand, almost as much as she loved the feel of deep surf.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:49 pm
He jumped, startled at the sudden voice. How had someone snuck up on him? Unless that body he thought he was stepping on… had he stepped on someone? “Who are you?” he demanded gruffly. Who could be so pleasant after being stepped on? No… that couldn’t be it…
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:36 pm
"Ember," she said warmly, "Ember Heart. I was taking a nap in the wonderfully warm sand. I am sorry I was in your way, when I doze off, I do not always wake in time to get clear. I apologize. I know I shouldn't rest where I am an inconvenience to others, but when I spy an empty warm beach on a day like today, I am afraid I cannot help myself. I truly am sorry, though. If there is some way that I could make it up to you...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:46 pm
Make… it… up… to…. What? He would have stared at her, if he could have seen. Then the rest of what she said had sunk in. She was sleeping on the beach? She had been there all along? Ugh. This was why he hated sand. It was nearly impossible to pick up on anything. How was he supposed to know where he was going or what was in his way when the very ground under his hooves kept shifting. He scowled at her.
“If you know it’s a pain for others, why do you do it?” he demanded, taking his discomfort and irritation out on the innocent bystander. Not that he thought she was innocent. No one was. Nod bout she had offended or hurt someone in her time. He wasn’t malicious, not really. He just didn’t like showing weakness, and his blindness was one large weakness in the opinions of many. He was one of those who thought it was a weakness, one that he had worked hard to overcome.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:52 pm
"I am... imperfect," I suppose. "But if I do my utmost to make it up to any I inconvenience, and no one is truly hurt, is it really such an evil to... to be comfortable?" she asked softly, squirming so that her tail was further in the water where it thrashed in agitation. Was she really such a selfish Soq? She had never thought of herself that way, and no one else had seemed to really mind over much, beyond the initial shock of it...
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 6:09 pm
“How do you know no one has been hurt?” he demanded. “Do they tell you it’s all fine? Does it ever occur to you that maybe they’d just say they weren’t hurt to spare your feelings, or because they think it’s the socially acceptable thing to do? I’m not fine, by the way. I don’t like being surprised. I don’t like being blindsided… so to speak. I don’t like… people,” he grumbled the last. Was it really too much for him to be able to go a whole day without having to deal with someone else?
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 8:13 pm
"They do seem to be fine," she said softly, suddenly unsure. I really am sorry I surprised you, I hadn't intended to. I did look for a beach that had looked empty." And it had been empty. She had been there first. She wasn't the type to get too annoyed at others, but she was on a precipice, and the pits on either side were self disgust, and annoyance, and nether was a choice she wished to make.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 12:26 pm
"Oh, they SEEM fine," he grumbled. "They SEEM fine. And do you ever bother looking past the surface? After all, nothing is ever only what it appears. There's always more to everything." Anyone who buried herself like this mare seemed to fond of doing should know that one often had to do some digging to find the truth of matters. And Seible's experience told him people always lied. Well... almost always... no, always! Just because he hadn't caught them in a lie didn't mean that they weren't lying. It just meant that they were very good at it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 7:50 am
"Most people stay and talk a while with me after. I may not be the wettest wave in the sea, but I would like to think that after talking to someone that long, I would be able to tell if they were truly alright, or just trying to spare my feelings. I do honestly try to make it up to people, and I am sorry that I startled you. Are you hurt?" she asked, somewhere between the mode of wanting to make a point, and actual concern. He didn't seem hurt... but what if he really was? What if she really had been hurting people all along? An unpleasant shiver tan through her at that thought. Maybe it was better if she just swam deep in the ocean and stayed out of everyone's way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 7:56 am
Was he hurt? No… not physically, he had to admit that much. He wasn’t a liar. But it rankled, it really did, that she had the gall to seem concerned for him. Strangers weren’t concerned for strangers. A green mare flashed through his mind and he realized that maybe… But no, she had been an anomaly, an exception to the rule, not an example of the rule. “I’m not hurt,” he grumbled. “Just irritated.” And getting more so by the minute. She did have a point, he supposed. If people stuck around and talked to her, then they probably weren’t too bothered. Except, he was bothered, and he was talking to her. So did that prove her point or disprove it?
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:01 am
"Well, I do apologize for irritating you," she said softly, "but I am glad that you are unharmed. She was no longer sure what to do. If he wasn't hurt, does that mean that the others weren't hurt either, that she had been right? Or was he right? Just because he was okay, was that truly proof that what she did was acceptable? Was she being too selfish, perhaps? She swallowed hard, trying to figure out what she should do, trying to fight the fear that she might have to accept a life in which she never came to the beach again. If she really was such a nuisance, how could she be so selfish as to return? But how was she to live if she couldn't... no. Her comfort wasn't worth hurting others.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:10 am
He heard the waver in her voice and an unfamiliar feeling stirred within his chest. It was unpleasant, and like a worm wiggling, wiggling, wiggling, digging its way deeper. He twitched once, twice, three times before he identified what it was. He had never felt the sensation before, but there was no doubt. Well… little doubt. He could be wrong, but he didn’t think he was. He felt… guilty… for upsetting her. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t really believe that she cared if she hurt him, but at the same time she sounded sincere. The sighted rarely realized how much their voices revealed. They relied so much on facial expressions to tell them things about one another. As a result, they didn’t modulate their tones. So… he had upset her… Ugh. He didn’t like this guilty feeling. “Sorry.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:52 pm
"Sorry?" she asked confused and still oh so conflicted. "Why are you sorry, I'm the one who could have hurt you with my selfishness." She closed her eyes. Maybe she really should just go find some isolated reef somewhere. It wouldn't be comfortable, but at least she couldn't hurt any one.
Or maybe a deserted island...
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