[PRP] Mischievous Intents (Ealaionta and Butterfly)

[Cajmera]

 

[Cajmera]

"Hrm..."

It was a lovely spring day in the Kawani village. The sun was shining, there was a mild breeze blowing; it was a perfect day for the people of the little encampment to be outside. A glance at the camp seemed to indicate everyone was on the same wavelength; there were people out planting in the field beyond the teepees, people working with baskets and frames, people sitting and speaking their strange language to one another as they passed various tools and items back and forth.

All of this was very interesting to the little red foal who lay 'shrouded' by a heap of branches and bracken at the edge of camp. It wasn't the most ideal hiding place, but there was only so much he could do to try to camouflage his vibrant coat. He'd decided through trial and error that this shrub was his best chance for success; he needed to be able to hide if he wanted a chance to truly observe.

And there was so much to observe, he thought with a happy little sigh. Since stumbling over the little village during one of his exploring rounds, he'd been fascinated by the peculiar two legged creatures. They had hairless bodies that they covered with the most amazing coverings, covering that they created themselves out of nothing through manipulations of their not-hooves. Those same not-hooves were used for gardening, for making containers out of reeds, and a multitude of other things he hadn't quite yet sorted out.

Really, it was fascinating. As often as he could, he'd snuck away to watch the village, watch the workers, and admire the things they made. They were so pretty...

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

For the past few weeks Butterfly had been making a trek to this particular two legger village. Her family passed by it unnoticed many times. And many times she had slipped away from the sight of her mother and siblings to explore it. Those that lived there didn't seem to question her presence and had grown quite accustomed to the filly making an appearance every now and again.

Even if she did tend to stir up quite a bit of trouble.

Today she had taken to following one particular two legger around. He was carrying some big thingies made of what she could only assume was wet dirt made dry again. She had watched them make these things several times and often other things were placed inside. Butter wanted to know what was in these ones. She pranced about his legs, trying to sniff at the containers. A light grumble and a few more strange noises came from the two legger who seemed to be getting just a little tired of the prancing foal and nudged her in the rump with his foot as if to shoo her away.

Butter whinnied a couple of times before she finally decided perhaps it was time to move on to some other wet dry dirt thingies that weren't being watched. She might have much more luck with those.

With a sneaky step, she moved towards a group of those thingies that were settled just behind one of the two legger's homes. She looked left. Then right. Then left again until she was satisfied none of them had noticed before she flipped the lid off of one. They were just the right height for her to peer inside.

Little did she know that someone was nearby hiding in the bushes.

Cajmera

 

[Cajmera]

Ealy had been so caught up in watching his favorite activity, weaving, that he hadn't noticed the filly at first. It was the disgruntled tone of the two-legger's mumble that drew his attention that way, and when he saw the filly, he was equal parts shocked and fascinated. While he'd never been explicitly banned from being in the human camp, the whole place had a strong air of 'mystery' to Ealy; it seemed a place to observe from a distance, rather than a place to actually enter. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was scared of the humans, but they were unknown elements and he didn't want to worry about anything happening.

So he'd always been careful to stay out of sight, out of the way. But here was another foal, boldly walking through the village as though she didn't have a worry in the world! And she was meddling around with the things!

He continued to watch the filly as she made her way around the teepees; for a moment, he thought his cover was blown, as she was walking in his direction. But the moment she turned her attention to the dirt things, he realized his mistake. She hadn't seen him, she had seen the dirt things! But she was being so cavalier with them; he couldn't help but wince when she tossed the cover off of one and nosed inside. He couldn't take it. Wiggling a little closer to the filly, he hissed loudly in her direction, "Be careful, 'else you might break it!"

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

By the time Ealy had creeped forward, Butter's head was already inside the clay pot. Her short little tail wiggling back and forth wildly as she sniffed the contents. "Ohhhhh sweet stuff!" She gave it a lick. It was sticky, a little too sticky. But it was tasty none the less!

But her little sticky snack was interrupted by a voice she hadn't expected. Or even recognized. As she tried to quickly pull her head out the edges got stuck behind her ears. Giving her head a few more tugs panic began to slowly set in as she couldn't get her head out. "My heads stuck!" The filly gave a high pitched cry as she fell back onto all four hooves and the pot tipped over onto it's side dragging her head down with it.

Sticky stuff began to seep out around her head and throat onto the ground as her little body bucked a few times. To no avail her head would still not dislodge.

Cajmera

 

[Cajmera]

Forget shock; Ealy was now officially horrified. He hadn't expected the filly to be so...well, so intrusive, and now she seemed to be stuck! The big dirt thing was muffling her head, but he could see enough to know that whatever muted exclamation she'd made, the was definitely in trouble.

In spite of himself, he let out a low groan. He'd been having such a good time watching the weavers, then this filly had to come along and make things all complicated! But he couldn't leave her stuck in that way, or even really leave her to whatever mercy or mischief the two-leggeds felt like delivering. With a huff, he wiggled rapidly out of the bramble pile, scampering over to the trapped filly. He could see the sticky stuff coming out of the pot; it smelled good, but it couldn't feel nice to have one's head in!

He came up next to the filly, squawking a bit as she nearly hit him during one of her bucks. "Hey, careful! I wanna help you, but you need to hold still," He said in his most commanding way (admittedly not VERY commanding, but he was a foal still!) as he came around the pot. Frowning, he studied the pot and the filly, then reared up and drooped his upper body over the pot. Maybe if he held it still, she could pull out? "Try comin' out now!" He said, bracing his back hooves against the dirt.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

She gave a little defeated huff when he told her to hold still. Her head was stuck in this darn thing! Holding still was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Plus sticky stuff had started to go up her nose and that was quite unpleasant.

Butter felt an added weight to the pot, it seemed whoever it was had flopped on top of it. She placed her front hooves against the lip of the pot near her head and pulled as hard as she could. The back of her ears were starting to hurt but then suddenly a loud pop could be heard as she finally managed to get her head out. It sent her tumbling backwards a bit until she finally came to a rest on her rump. Eyes blinking rapidly as sticky honey was smeared across her face and down her neck.

"I'm out!" She grinned happily. If Allie or Dobby had seen her like this Allie probably would have scolded her while Dobby made fun of her. She gave a little lick to her muzzle, trying to reach spots where there was smeared honey though she could only get a few bits. Her short little mane stuck out in odd places as she gave her small head a shake. As she stood to her feet, Butterfly gave her body an equally vigorous shake before her attention turned to her rescuer. "Thanks see you later!" The dark foal turned to head back into the village for a bit more exploring.

Cajmera

 

[Cajmera]

It was a challenge, keeping the jar still enough for the filly to actually extricate herself. Ealy had to brace himself even more as she floundered her way out, but when her sticky head emerged he felt an odd sensation of pride. Because of him, because HE had helped, she was now safe! And the dirt thing was even still intact, he noted with some relief as he tipped it back upright. It wasn't as pretty or nifty as the woven things, but it was pretty cool all the same and had taken a long time to make! He knew; he'd watched some of the two leggeds make pots the last time he'd been observing.

Though if he was feeling some pride and relief, it was clear that the filly was feeling nothing of the sort. It took a moment for her reaction to process, but then Ealy was yelping after her with no small amount odf indignation as she turned away. "Hey, wait a minute! You shouldn't go messing with stuck there, the creatures are all working," he said, stamping on hoof for emphasis. "You shouldn't get in the way!"

It might be a little premature to think that she WAS going to be getting in anyone's way, but after witnessing her accident with the pot, Ealy didn't feel like trusting this filly any more than he could throw her. What if she ended up tangled in one of those awesome weavings?

Yayoi