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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 12:57 pm
Fallen leaves crunched beneath Emiko's unusual hooves. It was mid-winter, though the day was unseasonably warm. Emiko had decided that this made for an excellent opportunity to go on a walk. She wasn't worried about any sort of danger in the lands of the White Leaf herd, so brought no one with her but her cat, Fuuka. Fuuka ran happily in front of her, pouncing on leaves and chasing insects off the path. Emiko noticed the debris getting caught in Fuuka's fur as a result of her play. She'd have to ask one of her assistants to brush Fuuka's fur when they returned, but it would not be a difficult task.
While she walked, she let her mind wander. She hadn't expected to find anyone remotely resembling a kindred spirit in this new land, but here she had discovered an entire herd dedicated to healing and the brewing of tea. It was easy to decide to make this place her home. Soon, she would even have something close to a tea house set up. She would have a place to entertain patrons and practice her arts. She smiled to herself at that thought. She would be able to make a new home here, even in these foreign lands.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 4:56 pm
 Jurou lay on his side soaking in what sunlight he could during the absolutely beautiful weather. He could hear Shouta scaling up a tree somewhere in the general vicinity of "above his head." He couldn't be bothered to open his eyes to see what his partner in crime was up to. Jurou was far to relaxed for such things, in fact, he thought he may nap for a bit. His relaxed state didn't stop him from being mildly paranoid about what Shouta may be up to.
"If you drop anything on me, I'll have you killed and stuffed." He muttered groggily. He could hear Shouta's wordless mocking from where he lay and took that as a good sign that he wasn't about to have a nest of bees dropped on his head. It wasn't that Jurou thought Shouta would drop a nest of bees on his head, it was that Shouta had been slowly making his way up from acorns and pebbles and Jurou wasn't sure he wanted to know what the next step was. Shouta fell silent and Jurou hummed happily that he was getting some peace. He shifted his large, furry tail off to one side so that it wouldn't make him to warm to sleep and then let his mind wander.
It wasn't more than two minutes before a large pine cone hit him in the head. Jurou's eyes snapped open and he lifted his head to glare at Shouta. (Where had he even gotten a pinecone from? He was in an oak tree.)"Look sharp." Shouta said from the tree before nodding his head down the path that ran nearby. This would be good. He could feel it in his horns.Jurou narrowed his eyes before looking in the direction Shouta indicated. He grinned. There was a lady of class heading their way, he could practically smell the wealth and breeding dripping off of her even from where he lay. "Good call." He said to his friend in the tree as he heaved himself back onto his feet. He shook himself off, but it did little to clean his coat of dried grass and leaves.
"Hello there!" He called to the stranger as charmingly as he could with a pleasant grin plastered on his face. "Lovely day isn't it?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:25 pm
Emiko's eyes widened when she saw the stallion. She could tell immediately that he originated from a similar part of the world. The swirls in his mane and fetlocks looked so much like the ones in hers, and even his floral accessories had that hint of familiarity. Seeing him immediately brought her a stab of homesickness, and her face had a brief moment of discomposure before she regained control.
"The day is made all the better for good company," she said, though she said it in her native language rather than the tongue of the Kawani lands. To converse with another soquili in her native tongue would be such a blessing after so long.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 9:17 am
Jurou traded looks with Shouta as the dragon dropped out of the tree and onto Jurou’s back. Both hoped that the other knew what the mare had just said. Neither did.
“Do something.” Jurou muttered out of the corner of his mouth while keeping a forced smile on his face. He wasn’t willing to call anything quits just yet, not when the mare clearly had so much to offer. She had an unusual necklace, some hair flowers not unlike Jurou’s own, and some sort of ornate cloth tied around her middle. Even one of those things could secure a couple days of high living for both him and Shouta.
“Like what?” Shouta hissed back wearing a similar expression. He lifted a paw and waved to the mare wondering how long they could keep this up before she got annoyed. “I could babble at her some? Think that would work.” As he lowered his waving paw he shoved it against Jurou’s head hoping that it would hurt.
“Let’s try it.” Shouta dropped off of Jurou’s back and smiled again the mare before opening his mouth and letting out a long string of noises that might have sounded like words to someone but certainly wouldn’t to anyone present. The incoherent sounds stopped abruptly with a screech of pain as Jurou stomped on the end of Shouta’s tail.
Jurou tried not to let the fact that he was contemplating Shouta’s murder show on his face. “Don’t you mind him none, he was dropped on his head.” Jurou said aiming for apologetic with his voice. “He doesn’t mean it.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:30 pm
When the creature dropped from the tree, Emiko couldn't help but be a little startled. She was almost more surprised when she got a look at it. A dragon! She could hardly believe her eyes, but there was a small dragon muttering to the stallion before her. She smiled with delight, but then looked a little closer. Was he a dragon, or was he something else? His face had a familiar look to it, like an animal that lived by the riverside. She was so captivated by his appearance that she found herself startled and confused all over again when the little dragon burst forth in what sounded like only gibberish to her ears.
"Oh... ah... it is fine." She switched back to the language of the locals, since that is what the stallion spoke with. "I have never seen a dragon before." She found herself recovering her composure as she talked. "Does he speak in tongues, or do all dragons know this language?" She smiled a little, showing that she was only teasing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:40 pm
At the very least the mare didn’t seem too troubled by Shouta’s antics. That was good, maybe they still had a shot at this, just so long as Shouta didn’t do anything else painfully stupid. For some reason she even seemed fond of the dragon just because he was a dragon. Jurou knew Shouta too well to find him at all impressive but if she had taken a shine to him then Jurou could work with that.
“Yes, he is a dragon.” Jurou confirmed giving Shouta pointed look to tell him to shut his massive gob. “And yes, sometimes he speaks in tongues. Try not to let that bother you. Like I said, he was dropped on his head.” He added dryly ignoring how Shouta was now hissing unhappily. “You can get closer if you like. He doesn’t bite, promise.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 1:54 pm
Emiko looked down at her cat Fuuka, who blinked curiously from the shelter of Emiko's shadow. "What do you think, Fuuka? Should we meet a new friend?" Fuuka began to curiously creep forward towards the other pair. Emiko smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. We would love to see your dragon."
She approached gracefully, beaded necklace clacking gently against her chest scales. "What is his name?" she asked, indicating the dragon. "Come to think of it, what is your name? I am called Emiko." She was in the habit of speaking formally, but unlike some, she did not sound overly stuffy when doing so.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 2:07 pm
So far so good. She was enamored by Shouta, so long as Shouta behaved Jurou got the feeling that they’d walk away from this a little richer. “Don’t hurt the cat.” Jurou muttered out of the corner of his mouth. As the mare approached, both Jurou and Shouta’s eyes landed on the necklace that clacked against her scales. That was the one. That was the thing they’d go after and it didn’t take and verbal communication to decide upon it. They just met eyes and grinned.
“Shouta’s the name!” Shouta declared proudly. He was already making plans to get close enough to investigate how to remove the necklace with the least amount of suspicion.
“Sorry for the lack of introductions.” Jurou said with false airs. Such formal speak was practically foreign to him these days but she seemed to have a thing for it so he’d run with it. Put her at ease. “I’m known as Jurou. Tenth son to my father.” He made a point of not including his father’s name. “It is a great pleasure to meet you Miss Emiko. Isn’t it Shouta?”
Shouta grinned toothily. “Oh yes, such a pleasure indeed!”
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