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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 7:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 7:56 pm
 Teleri Lindai, third-born daughter of Vanmoriel the artist, was a rule-breaker. It wasn't something she set out to become, honest! It wasn't this huge elaborate plot... She didn't go to sleep at night giggling about ways to defy tradition or skirt the boundaries established for her. There was no intention of doing things that the Flock wouldn't approve of. It was more like a side-effect, a cause and effect situation. She wanted to practice gathering, and everyone was busy. And she couldn't get better -good enough to go on gathering missions- without practice. And she shouldn't practice without a spotter. But no one was available to go with her.
So she could stay home (alone, mostly) and be bored. Or she could go practice (alone) and be entertained, and learn a necessary skill for the betterment of the Flock. And Harpies were trained to do what was best for the Flock, right? It was, sort of part of the rules? So when part of the rules clashed with another part of the rules, what were the choices, really?
Well, Teleri's choice was to throw out the bits she didn't like (or ignore them) and go with what suited her purpose. So here she was, beyond Flock territory, with a gather pouch about her neck and no spotter or scout to watch her back. So she'd be extra careful, and study extra hard, and hopefully find mushrooms to bring back to the Flock and prove herself. In such a scenario, sneaking out was not exactly approved, but could be overlooked if the results were good, right?
"Right." The filly muttered stoutly to herself, squaring off against the looming shadow of the trees. "So, following that logic... For the good of the Flock, I should go in there and find mushrooms. And maybe herbs or some flowers Mama can crush into paint."
She shifted nervously on her hooves, eyes narrowed as she glared at the trees. The trunks were wood so dark and old it looked black, and their leaves almost sheened with blue. She couldn't see green (the color everyone told her most grass and leaves were) so she didn't try to determine much more than the obvious. The forest was dark, and old, and kinda sorta scary. Ya know, for trees.
"Oh don't be such a baby!" She grumbled, chin lifting proudly. "Go get mushrooms for the flock or go home."
Well, she wasn't going home. And so, before her courage could desert her the white filly nodded, and began marching toward the treeline. I am gonna be in so much trouble....
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 8:58 pm
Although Morrow was slowly beginning to improve his skill with 'seeing', as his father taught him and his kodama friend had helped with, he was still quite clumsy at times... enough that a branch to the face or a good stumble over an ill-placed rock still had the potential to startle him, and occasionally to put him in a foul mood. He was having a good sulk now, in fact, as a soft, almost inaudible mutter fell from an oddly-shaped mouth, and he kicked sullenly at the dirt beneath his hooves. He rarely found it within himself to brood, but his disability had him feeling especially despondent today... though perhaps that had more to do with his most recent encounter, rather than the minor annoyance of missing a visual cue.
The young colt was attempting to forget, or at least dismiss, the thoughtless and sometimes cruel words that were hurled his way without regard for his character, but it was a more difficult task than he could acknowledge to anyone else, despite his contentment among the forest, among his chosen tree spirit friends. He wondered, sometimes, what they must be seeing, to assert such things. 'Monster'. 'Freak'. 'Thing'. His father had assured him that he would develop a thick skin for such things, and Morrow had no doubt it was true- he rarely let it bother him as it was- but sometimes, the fear and judgement that followed wherever he went wore him down a bit. Weakness, perhaps, and one that would fade in short order, but for now it lingered.
Heaving a soft sigh, the blind foal paused at the reassuring rattle that sounded near his ears, and he allowed himself a small smile for the mute friend nestled comfortably in his mane. He shouldn't be dwelling- it was pointless to begin with, as he couldn't change anything about how he appeared to others, and he liked to think that there was more than enough joy waiting for him elsewhere. He loved his family, his little spirit friends, and the forest was a wondrous place. He didn't need sight, flight or beauty to appreciate any of those things.
Inwardly perking up a bit at his own musings, Morrow lifted his head and continued his way through the dense forest, being more careful this time to duck branches and lift his feet when his senses told him there were obstacles in his way. His spiny, fleshless wings twitched absently at his sides, and his tail swished in contentment at the smell and feeling of flowers and trees around him, and he allowed himself a tiny smile. A high voice, however, broke his concentration, and he stumbled to a halt as a root caught his foot, barely catching himself in time, but far more interested in the potential of a visitor.
It was a girl, he mused... probably a filly his age, or at least someone very short. She seemed to be speaking to herself, and there was only one set of footsteps, so he could certainly conclude that she was alone. Unthinkingly, he took a step forward, preparing to make his presence known... but then he hesitated, mouth twisting in indecision as he thought upon his previous experiences. He could very well frighten her into the same reaction that he feared from most other Soquili, and he wasn't entirely sure it was worth the trouble. She didn't seem to be lost... or she wasn't acting like it, with those confident and determined steps, and his introduction might do more harm than good.
Mind made up, he made no attempt to move towards her, although he couldn't quite bring himself to hide, either. If she stumbled upon him, or ended up needing help, well... that was up to fate. Besides, he thought with an intrigued flick of his ears, he was a bit curious what a filly would be doing out here by herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 10:07 pm
 'Here goes nothing.' Teleri thought to herself as she set her hooves on the winding path through the closely growing trees. 'How does the song go, again? "Let me bring you songs from the woods.." and something... Oh well.'
With a shiver from nose to tail, Teleri boldly paced forward. Her three sets of wings were carefully flared and shaken -ensuring her white feathers were well in order- before they were folded carefully to her side. The gathering pouch around her neck resettled as she shook, sliding to rest against her shoulder in a way that was more comfortable than it's previous resting place. With no other reason to hesitate, she moved into the woods, red eyes narrowed as she searched the shadows for mushrooms.
Stepping past the treeline and entering the forest wasn't all that scary, once the white filly made up her mind. Of course, it wasn't exactly the trees that scared her, or the darkness that the thick forest presented. It was more the unending possibilities of scary things that lived in the woods. Big things, hungry things. With teeth and claws and killing paws... With wings and spiny tails and horns... They were the kinds of things she didn't really want to meet.
(Her Mama would be really mad if she got herself hurt or eaten while breaking the rules.)
With the trees growing close together and the branches interwoven, the sky was invisible, gone behind a strange ceiling of branches and leaves. Teleri frowned faintly to herself as she glanced upward, following the gnarled trunks to tangled branches and whispering leaves. Curling gray moss clung to some of the trees, and if for no other reason than because it intrigued her she grabbed a mouthful and stuffed it into the pouch. It felt fuzzy on her tongue, leaving her licking her lips as she walked along.
"Aha!" She crowed softly, spotting a cluster of mushrooms growing in the leaf-litter that filled a nook formed by the raised roots of a tree. Skittering over to them the filly craned her head down, snuffling at the mushrooms as she attempted to determine the type.
The cap was brown, oval shaped and with a wavey, honeycomb look. With the tan-ish stalk and the varying heights, she recognized them as morel mushrooms. Edible, and some of the best ones besides. "Found you!"
With a gleeful flick of her tail she began carefully plucking some of the larger mushrooms, tucking them away in her pouch. Suddenly, a shift of wind made her lift her head, ears flicking as she took a deep breath. She could smell someone out there, in the woods with her...and she was pretty sure they were watching her.
"W-who is there?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 5:22 pm
The soft sound of feathers rustling caught the young colt's attention as he observed from a distance, and he considered that it was probably a wind or perhaps an angeni in his presence... though perhaps a 'gryph wasn't outside the realm of possibility either, but from what he'd heard, they were quite rare around these areas. The crunching of leaves beneath her feet didn't sound quite right for claws, though, too heavy and unyielding for anything but hooves. He wondered, idly, if there were any breed that would be more or less accepting of his presence, but dismissed that thought as erroneous. Not all herds were as accepting as the Vitterfolk, to be sure, but he couldn't quite believe that any herd would have such an influence over its members that all could be more or less judgmental.
The kodama nestled in his mane was shrinking back, hiding itself deeper within the amethyst strands, and he crooned softly in what he hoped would be taken as reassurance, though he was careful not to let the sound carry. There was no response, of course, and he sighed quietly at the wariness he could feel radiating off of his little friend at the unfamiliar presence of a newcomer. Tree spirits were not intrinsically trusting, especially if one had little care for the way in which they trod through many a creatures' home, and Morrow had to conclude that this filly had not ventured into the forest often, with the way her hoofsteps crunched heavily through leaves, branches and undergrowth.
A frightened field mouse skittered through the grass, brushing against his hooves and halting behind his front leg, and he bent to nose at it ever so gently in comfort, letting a soft murmur drift downwards towards the shaking animal. His own weight shifted slightly to accommodate the tiny presence beneath him, as if to protect it from unseen dangers, though he very much doubted that the filly meant any harm. It could be a kalona, he supposed, but one with feathers was unusual... and listening more closely, he could hear the swish of a tail- a full tail of hair, not a spaded one- so he disregarded that idea as well. Even if she was a kalona, it didn't sound like she was hunting, so he willed the small creature to relax.
At the sound of her voice, he lifted his head again, ears twitching forward in rapt attention. She'd found something, he thought... mushrooms? The scent drifted his way from the broken stems of the plants she'd picked, and a small grin grew upon his maw despite himself. So, a filly that knew her plants, apparently- Morrow itched to tell her that there was a much more appetizing bunch growing near the small creek running through the forest's center, but he stayed himself, knowing that revealing his presence now would not be doing either of them any favors.
A gentle breeze caught his forelocks as the wind shifted, and he fought against the desire to shift backwards as he realized that he was now upwind of the winged foal, and it didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't alone. He winced as she spoke again, a nervous inflection in her words. This time, she seemed to be addressing him, though it sounded like she couldn't quite see him, yet. His ears lay backwards in displeasure as he fought not to sigh at the realization that he would have to reveal himself, now... it seemed she was frightened already, and hiding himself further would only give the impression that she was being stalked.
Taking a slow, cautious step forward and sensing the field mouse skitter away from the movement, the blind foal stepped around the tree he could sense in front of him, head lowered in what he hoped was submission. "Hello," he said softly, as if afraid that the volume of his voice alone would bring forth the fear and condemnation that he sought to avoid.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 2:03 pm
The filly remained frozen for a moment, a stray patch of moonlight in the too-dark forest. Her red eyes were narrowed as she searched the dark, dreading a reply and half-convinced that she'd imagined the noise. With no response, Teleri flared and stretched her wings, the rustling feathers soothing her nerves somewhat. 'Maybe you imagined it after all? But... I thought there was someone there... It sounded like someone...'
"Hello?" She tried again as she shifted gingerly on her hooves, glancing around for a moment . With no response she ducked her head and plucked another mushroom, tucking it away into her pouch for safe keeping. If there was someone out there, about to run her off, she at least wanted a good foraging out of the adventure.
The sound of gentle skittering claws attracted her attention, a prey animal like a mouse or squirrel seeking sanctuary. Teleri froze, head up and ears perked in that direction, trying (and failing) to discern movement in the shadows. She didn't mean to scare whatever it was, the small creature that lived in the safety of the woods. Still, she had no interest in hunting the creature, maybe it would feel better wherever it was hiding.
Taking a deep breath as the wind shifted, the filly laid her ears flat to her skull at the scent of another in the woods. Suddenly she could hear something that sounded like hooves, the steps quiet and practiced in the forest environment. She could see movement now, the approach of the colt, though his head was low and his pelt dark among the shadows.
"Oh... I didn't think that... I... Hello." She shifted nervously, edging away from the tree though not quite closer to the stranger. "Sorry, if I am intruding. It was not my intent."
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:45 pm
Although the nervousness that tinged the air like a thick, cloying scent didn't dissipate, the young colt did not sense the overwhelming weight of fear like he had dreaded... instead, as the winged filly called out again, he detected a hint of determination and resolve, presumably deciding that she wasn't about to be scared off by the shadow of a stranger. Unbidden, a small smile crept onto his maw at her bravery, although it was banished almost immediately at the thought of frightening her still- he didn't need to look any more intimidating, and a smile could easily be misinterpreted. So his experience said, anyway... he didn't understand it completely, since the fundamental point of a smile was to express joy, but his own expression of happiness has always seemed to cause no small amount of trepidation, doubtless because of his alien features. They made little difference to him, but it would be nice to not be presumed a menace every time he showed his face to another.
Morrow suppressed his own wariness as the small filly finally took notice of him, shifting restlessly on her hooves in what appeared to be anxiety, but not yet outright panic. He could tell from her demeanor, even from what little he had to glean from her silence, that she hadn't quite gotten a good look at him yet- the awed horror and instinctive apprehension that typically came at the first glimpse of his threatening countenance was conspicuously absent. He wondered, briefly, if this encounter would be more positive if he kept to the shadows of the trees, where he was most at home, but it was too late to consider such things now. His kodama companion was now completely plastered to his neck beneath the thick strands of his mane, refusing to let itself be seen, and he heaved a reluctant sigh at the realization that he couldn't well avoid this conversation and its outcome like his little friend.
The voice that broke the stillness of the air was hesitant, tentative, but not afraid, and again the colt took a moment to appreciate that moment of complacency, able to wonder just for a moment how he might be observed as a normal Soquili, but dismissed that thought just as quickly. What exactly was 'normal', after all? Would he really give up his forest, the kodama, for a chance at simply being taken on merit rather than appearance? The thought was not one that even bore considering, and his attention returned wholly to the visitor after that brief deliberation.
Her unprovoked apology startled him visibly; though he had no eyes to stare blankly back at her, he settled for a questioning tilt of his head, ears twitching. He did consider this forest his, but only in the most practical sense- it certainly wasn't a claim of ownership, or an implication that others weren't welcome. Well... they weren't welcome if their intent was to wreak havoc, but he sensed no such ill-will from her, and he was reasonably certain that all the kodama in the area would have long evacuated the area around her before she'd been able to come within a hundred yards of them. As it was, while they weren't outright revealing themselves- least of all the one currently flattened against his neck- they weren't scrambling to get away, either. They were surprisingly good judges of character, and he silently agreed with the unspoken assessment, offering what he hoped was a reassuring nod at her words.
"No need to apologize, you were not intruding..." he gestured helplessly at the trees around him, although he realized it was probably a fruitless action. "The forest isn't mine to govern... I just... borrow its haven." He offered a small grin before he realized what he was doing, forcing it away immediately, but winced as he realized that it was probably plainly visible to the filly at this point... along with all of his distinguishing features. He reached, almost helplessly, for a distraction, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't be left bereft with a startled shriek and another self-proclaimed enemy.
"There are better ones, you know," he motioned towards the mushrooms with his nose, fighting not to keep fidgeting in his agitation. "Across the river. Very tasty."
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 12:48 pm
Teleri rather imagined that at night was the only time her eyes seemed to work just like everyone else's. Instead of the strange washes of yellow and red she saw during the day when the sun illuminated the world around her, she mostly saw shadow and looming shapes. As such, it certainly seemed like wandering around in a strange forest was a somewhat silly thing to do, but here she was anyway. It was, a bit scarrier than she had thought to be, if she were being honest.
The trees cast strange shapes and shadows, twisted and hunched like they were looming down at her. Branches were low and grasping, catching at her mane or wings if she wasn't careful. The paths were unknown to her, slyly twisting between open air and the thick trees, and though she followed the path she had no way to know when the ground would remain steady or just give way. She had skittered on a rock now and again, slipping into unseen holes as she circled the tree in search of prime mushrooms for her pouch.
Now she stood still in the shadow of the trees, wondering who lurked out in the woods. Someone who was at home here, there was no doubt, since she couldn't quite see them and hadn't heard them approach. Maybe they were drawn here by the sound of the wildlife she'd startled, maybe they'd come to see her because she'd made too much noise?
"I know you're out there, you might as well just say something." She muttered as she waited for someone to speak up.
A sudden flurry of movement in the distant trees drew her attention, made her crane her head around to narrow her eyes at the spot. The the colt spoke, and her ears pitched forward to catch the sound of his words. "If it's your home, it's still somewhat yours, even if you're only borrowing it. In a way we're all borrowing our homes, the trees and sky will likely be here long after we are. So then I am intruding, and I'm sorry."
Her voice was low and soft, the tone smooth as she spoke of matters as she saw them. It was perfectly reasonable to her at least, though there was no telling what this stranger would think. His smile made her grin, though she wondered at the strangeness of it. Not that she could speak of strangeness, with her many and somewhat mis-matched wings. But still, she grinned in reply and took a half step closer.
"Better ones?" She echoed, half-grinning. "Those sound nice... Will I have to swim across the river to get to them?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 8:57 pm
He could hear the telltale sounds of her weight shifting, wings fluttering as if in distress, but once again the young colt was surprised when his visitor showed no hints of being frightened into leaving, and instead answered his statement with another apology for intruding upon what she considered his territory. That gave him pause- civil conversation with a stranger in and of itself was a rarity to him, but he couldn't even remember the last time another had given him this sort of consideration, even if this assumption was unwarranted. That strange colt with the scarf had been friendly enough to speak with him, briefly, but Morrow himself had been the one to offer his sincere regrets for their unfortunate collision- fair enough, really, since it had been his fault- but this degree of politeness was unfamiliar from anyone but his family.
"No apologies are necessary. The..." he made a noise in his throat, unfamiliar with speaking at length with anyone but his forest friends, who didn't often speak back. "It... is a welcoming place, for many," he finished, gesturing with one spiny, filmless wing before folding it back to his side in haste. "I don't expect it would be what it is without being a home for many others. So... you are welcome, here." He hesitated again, resisting the urge to slink backwards as her footfalls brought her closer, but his ears abruptly twitched back to rapt attention as she spoke again, this time in answer to his suggestion of where she might find a better haul than the undergrown mushrooms she had been picking.
Once more, Morrow was taken aback at what he could sense of this other foal... this determined filly who had bumbled her way through his forest with nary a thought as to where she might end up. There was a smile in her voice- a minute change to the tone that was plain as day to his practiced ears, and the realization stumped him. Surely she would have gotten a good look at him by now, and the grin he had mistakenly offered had never garnered him anything but anxiety in the past... and yet, here she remained, curiously inquiring into the whereabouts of his favorite patch of mushrooms, without even a hint of dubiousness or doubt. It made him straighten, made him feel lighter, less pressured by the looming possibility of unintentionally scaring off a passerby. So, in return, he smiled back, unreservedly this time despite his nervousness.
"Swimming isn't necessary. I know a shallow brooke you can walk across." He gestured once more with a wave of one deformed wing, wondering for a moment whether it was more polite to offer to guide her or give her directions and leave her to her own devices. On one hand, he didn't want to push his apparent luck by her lack of fear in his presence, but she didn't seem particularly knowledgeable about the forest's layout and the intricacies of which plant grew where, and he suspected that she might end up lost without some sort of help. She did seem capable, though. Biting the inside of his cheek in indecision, Morrow shifted uncomfortably, hoping that she would make the decision for him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 9:06 pm
Though she couldn't see much in the dappled moonlight, Teleri could tell the colt was tracking her in a somewhat unorthodox fashion. He didn't seem to tilt his head to take advantage of the light as he did to allow his ears better range of motion or better focus on her direction. To test the theory she shifted her weight again, allowing her wings to rustle and whisper over each other. The sigh of feathers was quiet, hardly worth noticing, but somehow it seemed like he heard everything.
'Huh, that's interesting.' She mused silently to herself, before the observation was swept away by her noting the strange hesitations to her comments. Had she said something untoward? The words had seemed harmless enough, perhaps he just wasn’t used to conversing. Still she’d take more care with her manners even though he was a colt, there was no reason to let herself grow lax, around the Flock or not.
“It is a lovely forest.” She said in agreement, when he commented about the woods being welcoming. The stretch of his wings made her ears flick forward, interest jolting through her at the strange appendage. Her own wings were feathered or covered in a thin membrane of skin, but she’d not seen any that appeared spindly like bare bones or the skeletons of tree branches craning toward the sky. However, he folded it away quickly before she could get a good look. ‘How interesting…’
Abruptly drawn back to the conversation, she shook her head, attempting to gain her bearings. Her next words were shy, perhaps uncharacteristically so. “Ah, that is very kind of you… Thank you, for welcoming me.”
Her few steps closer had granted her a better view of the colt, and Teleri couldn’t quite help but be intrigued. His markings were a strange, wavering pattern that made her think of sunlight filtering through the trees, or perhaps long grass caught in the current of a river. There was a ripple-effect to the pattern that made her rather wish she could see in color, for she knew he was not the shades she was viewing him as. Stranger still than the boney, bare wings that jutted from his back was his face, and the complete lack of eyes.
So that explained why he seemed to rely so strongly on his ears, but the fact that he moved and tracked so well without sight intrigued her. True enough she’d begun proving to the Flock that she could forage and gather in spite of her lack of clarity on colors, but here was someone with a noticeable trait that they likely would view as a failure, a defect of some sort. But where it would stop some of the hunters she could think of dead in their tracks, a noticeable fault and perhaps one they could not overcome, it seemed to have little impact on him. He was better in the dark woods than she was, and could probably hear everything around them for miles.
‘Amazing.’
While he had every right to hide in the woods and never come out, or ignore her as she wandered around and got lost or hurt, he’d come out to help her instead. Heart lifted by the gesture, the filly shifted lightly on her hooves, excitement zinging through her. “So I wouldn’t have to swim to get them? That would be great! I’m not really very good at it, you understand. My wings get bogged down and the rest of me sort of just follows, it’s a mess.”
She grinned when he smiled, and danced slightly in place in her glee at the idea. “Fording a brook, I can definitely do! Will you lead the way to this brook, and these wonderful mushrooms? I promise to only take a few, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you or any of those that live in the area. Besides, if you show me the way, we can talk awhile and I can be sure to find the right way out again, rather than getting stuck and wandering around in circles for days.”
Which would bring the Flock, which she most certainly didn’t want to happen. But she did want to keep this forest, and its guardian, to herself if she could manage it. And the best way to do that would be to make friends, first.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 5:45 pm
Although he wasn't normally comfortable in the presence of other Soquili, Morrow found himself relaxing and even enjoying the company of this strange multi-winged foal, and the compliment to his forest- and even an expression of gratitude- brought another round of surprise and fondness with it. It was almost amazing what simple, normal pleasantries could do to improve one's outlook, even with his outlandish and off-putting oddities. He lowered his head in a nod at the 'thank you', tilting his head as he perceived the scrutiny of himself in her stance, this time without self-consciousness.
The aura of excitement that the filly exuded at his offer to guide her to the coveted mushrooms was enough to bring another genuine smile to his mouth, this time without reservation as it was clear that his features wouldn't frighten her off. He nodded with some enthusiasm of his own, excited at the prospect of being helpful and perhaps making a friend of his own. The light-footed steps of her small hooves made him tilt his head in curiosity, though he didn't comment on it.
"No swimming," he confirmed, the small smile turning into an outright grin at her apparent happiness. "It's no inconvenience, I would be glad to help." Lifting one spine wing, he gestured to the trail behind her, using the tip to point in the direction of the brook he had mentioned. "It is only a little ways from here, I'll make sure you don't lose your way." Moving forward, he gave her a wide enough berth to decide how closely she wanted to follow.
Pausing a moment to concentrate, the tendrils decorating his fetlocks, back and chin slowly began to light up in a blue glow, illuminating the trail before them in dim light. He had never used it to guide anyone before, but the cicadas and the buzzing of fireflies told him that it was dark enough to cause some problems for those unable to sense obstacles, and for once his oddities might hold some usefulness. He hoped that it wasn't off-putting, but since he couldn't exactly see, he couldn't be an accurate judge.
"Is this all right?" his voice was quiet, low and gentle in the still air. There was still some concern and self-consciousness over his features, though now it was more concern over her discomfort than outright fleeing at the sight of him. He paused to consider her for a moment as well, wondering if having as many wings as she did was unusual. He certainly hadn't encountered the odd mix of appendages that he perceived from her, but it certainly didn't come off as off-putting. He hadn't encountered many at all, to be honest, but he found the curiousness of her features to have a certain appeal, even if he couldn't see them.
The thought of calling someone like her a friend made him feel strangely light.
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