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 Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 12:03 pm
The little foal that had so oddly asked him to be her mother upon their first meeting was a pretty little thing, to be sure. She looked like the nighttime sky, and her eyes...well...she'd make a stallion very happy someday.
But it was something about that boundlessly joyous spirit of hers that intrigued Cal. He certainly wasn't that way as a colt. But whatever it was, it was immediately loveable and almost infectious, were Cal's temperament and very nature not set absolutely against it.
He found her in a bright clearing, and approached her with a pleasant nicker as he swished his tail to and fro. "Hello, Selene."
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 12:10 pm
Selene's eyes lit up, and she immediately extended her nose in greeting to the Kalona, tail swishing. "Mo- umm, Calamity! Hi!" her eyes shifted, but there was a shake of her mane that meant she was trying not to giggle. She hauled herself to her feet and bounced over to his side, leaning against the larger body. "What are you doing out here today?" she asked curiously. "Did you come to help me hunt butterflies? I almost got one. I was thiiiiiis close." she awkwardly displayed by trying to put her hooves side by side.
A snort of annoyance as she failed was the only result.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 12:47 pm
"Hunting Butter-flies?" Cal's green eyes suddenly flashed with a painfully supressed instant of shock and laughter. She really was just too much. But then again, she was hunting...maybe the little filly had some potential after all.
Cal lowered his head to snort softly on Selene's face and muss her mane. "You've got to remember to sneak up slowly and freeze when you're close enough...like this...and having wings like we do helps too."
He eyed the delicate-looking gauzy blue wings on the foal. "Do you know how to use them properly yet? I didn't at your age. No one was there to teach me."
He spoke the last sentence with only a ghost of sadness. He didn't know how to feel bad about such things. It was simply the way of the kalona. But Selene was no kalona, and Cal would do well to remember that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 12:54 pm
Selene puffed up with indignation. "Yes, hunting butterflies." she said haughtily. "I wanted to see what they taste like."
She giggled when Calamity bent to nuzzle her, squeaking and pulling away. "No, no, not my mane! Nofair!!" She giggled straight through Cal's advice. "I do sneak up slowly... but then I get itchy and twitch and the butterfly escapes." she made a moue of disappointment.
"You mean I can fly?" Selene's eyes widened more. "Will you teach me?" she nosed at Cal, making her eyes as wide and pitiful as possible. She wanted to learn to fly! Then the butterflies wouldn't get away! Mwahahaha!
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 1:07 pm
"Well, you're are a bit different than mine, but it should be the same general idea..."
Cal pondered silently for a moment, glancing down at Selene's pitiful expression and rolling his eyes. "Yes, of course I will. But let's just start with Big Jumps first. Those are what we call wing-assisted leaps. It's a lot of strain to try and fly your first go round."
Cal backed up and took a two step approach before leaping up and flapping his great bat-like wings to keep him in the air a second longer than normal before landing forcefully back on the ground. "See, it's not that hard. When you're at the highest point you can jump, flap your wings hard. Okay? You try it."
Cal backed away encouragingly to give the girl some room. He certainly admired her spunk. And her willingness to manipulate others. Maybe Calamity really was her mother. He laughed out loud at the thought. "Ready?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 1:13 pm
Selene listened carefully to the older Soquili's explanation. Hmmm, made sense. Big Jumps. She could manage those! The filly stepped backwards, a determined expression on her face. She could do this.
Running forward, she flung herself into the air, wings flapping madly. She was flying! "Look, I'm flying!" she cried... as gravity tugged her back down and she landed hard on her little rear. "Aaaaaahhhh!" she whined, pulling her legs back under her and standing. There was a determination in her eyes now.
"Show me again." she ordered, then scrunched her face. You caught more butterflies with sugar than salt. "Please?"
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