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The creme stallion had just begun to wonder what had happened with his family.. What had the other two baskets grown into? What had they become? He was sure they were fine, but then how was Nostalgia?

Sighing, he looked to the little bundle that did look just so much like Nos. He realized the only part of his child that looked like him, was her underbelly, and her mane.. Anusha had even taken the time to put the dress on her when he wasnt looking. Otherwise, the dress would never had existed.

The little filly was jumping around happily, kicking her feet up, but oh so cleverly keeping her feet away from teh dress she'd come so attached to.

"Naina, stay close to me."


Niana had just gotten out of her basket, and was so new to this whole world, that she just couldnt help but trot and keep her mind at bay.
She remembered what the little girl, Memory, had said to her..
She had been oh so tempted to ask daddy what a mommy was.. But she decided against it. Who knew what it could be.. Maybe it was bad.

Stepping over the hem of the purple/blue cloth, she smiled up at her daddy, her little eyes gleaming with anticipation.
And mischief.. There was no way she'd stay close, but it didnt hurt to lie.

"Yes daddy."

Trevalyn gave his sister a toothy grin, and slowed himself, turning and giving her a superior look. "You're a slowpoke, Memmy." he teased. He was really tired, and breathing really hard. His stamina wasn't that good, but he could run fast! "We're over here, momma!" he called in response to Nostalgia's call, ears perking as he saw his mother come closer. He was a momma's boy, through and through.

And she was so pretty, his momma, with a long black mane, and a pale coat, and her shiny horn, and pretty wings. Her dress was funny, he didn't like it, but it was okay. She was elegant, and had the nicest voice, and told such wonderful stories. Memmy was gonna look like her, with her hair, and horn, and eyes. Trev flopped down next to her with a grunt. He'd have to keep his Memmy safe. And his momma too. He'd be big, someday, and then he'd be a good protector, with his own horn, and his sharpened teeth.

... if he could ever stop biting his tongue long enough to bite someone else. Almost daily, the colt was stabbing his teeth into his tongue as he babbled away about who knew what. It had eventually turned bad enough he would speak with his tongue between his teeth, causing a lisp.

Jean-Claude had walked far. He seemed to be traveling away from the home he once knew. Naina needed a new home.. Little did Naina know, she'd been named after the mares who had hurt him most in life.. Her name, meant Lovely Juliana, Beautiful Death. Such a morbid name for such a filly.. But looking in her eyes, he saw his past, and it scared him more than anything.

Looking about, flicking his curly tail, he saw the clearing where some other Soquili were messing around. He was too distracted to tell who it really was.. He wasnt really paying attention. He was keeping a keen eye on the little wanderer. She was just like him.. She didnt like one place long.

But he smelled something now.. Something familiar..


Naina jumped around, keeping her head high, but her rear always seemed to make it higher. Her little hooves were trying their darndest not to move onto the dress, and that seemed to be all she was worrying about.
But she caught her own scent, sniffing around. Her nostrils flared a bit.
It was the one filly who had talked of Mommies.. Maybe she could help her and explain.

Giving one look to her daddy, she took off into the clearing, joining all the group. She saw Trevelyn, and Memory.. But she also saw another mare.. And she was wearing the same dress that little Naina herself was wearing.. Beside her, was a black stallion whom she stared at.. But Naina couldnt say much.. She was overwhelmed by familiarity.
"Hello.."

Trev snorted laughter at his sister, and nipped at her ear affectionately. He liked teasing her, and she always reacted so funny! As she started giggling, he made a face. He hated being left out!

Suddenly Memmy jumped up, and Trev blinked, on his clumsy hooves in moments. Stole Momma's.... OH! That WEIRD girl, with no tail! "Momma! Momma!" he turned, chasing after Memory. Until the filly shot past him, leaving him there, staring at the pale girl who looked like a strange version of his mother, and a tanned stallion who looked like.... him.

He didn't take his eyes off the strangers as he danced in place, nervous by the strangers and the distance from his Momma and her friend. His ears flicked, and he tried to keep his face neutral. What was this? It was -weird-.

Jean-Claude stopped dead in his tracks, as he was close enough to clearly see the Soquili that was in front of him.. And in front of his little girl. He didnt like this, he wasnt ready to see her again..
He had meant every word. He would not let her see her mother.. He had meant it, but now it seemed to mean nothing, and his fur bristled with the thought.

He couldnt seem to move his hooves.. Couldnt seem to open his mouth to call the filly who had so gracefully eluded him into following her. He shook his head, shaking his black mane around his head.

Nostalgia was there. Along with two little foals.. His foals. Another stallion was with her. Guarding the foals.. His foals. It made him angry that this stallion was protecting his foals, when he should be.
He strained his eyes, looking at the little ones, who could not hide completely from his sight.

One was a little creme thing, he wasnt sure of colt or filly.. But then again, he wasnt sure about that with either of the foals.
The little creme one, looked identical to him, right down to his cross.

The other little one looked like both of its parents. A little creme tipped body with a blue belly. Purple wings hung on her back, and a horn graced her head.

The irony. He had ended with one like her, and she with one like him.

"Naina, please come back here."
He said, finally finding his voice.
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The dress covered filly took one look at the black stallion, and stopped. Unsure of what he would do to her, or her daddy. But she knew, that her father could take him, after all! He was her daddy, and was the strongest daddy ever!

She narrowed her little purple orbs, and kept on. Traveling at her own speed, but still, obviously beating her father. She still wasnt quite sure why.. Normally, he was faster than her, and he challenged her.. She never won.. Hmm..

Her little black braid fell in her eyes, and she quickly shook her head, putting it back in place.

"No daddy.." She said, clearly ignoring the stallion she called father.

The mare, had on her dress! What was going on? Who were these Soquili?

Trevalyn's head tilted as Draven's voice called him back. Like the filly, he almost refused to obey- but the tension in the air was almost too much to bear. And Mr. Draven seemed to be a very smart stallion- he must be if momma was his friend. He walked backwards, not turning his back on the approaching stallion, until he felt himself bump up against Draven. He slipped behind the stallion, nosing at his sister affectionately, and peeked out from under the taller soquili. The filly was approaching, and was obviously not listening to whatever the stallion might be saying. His ears strained, trying to listen carefully to the unfolding events. For now, really, that was all he could do.

He didn't understand what was going on, but it had his mother upset, and it was getting Memmy upset- and to Trevalyn, Memmy being upset was an unforgivable crime. Even worse than Momma being upset, if truth be told.

Unless he'd caused it.

Jean-Claude refused to move closer. He was itching to see what his other two loves had turned out to be.. He was dying inside knowing what he'd told Nostalgia. He had meant it, but it wasnt to be just rude and spiteful.. He never truly expected to see her again.

And now here she was, with his babies, and he had no right to see them.
And here he was, with his baby, and she had no right to see her..
But they'd already been spotted, and if he turned and grabbed Naina now, he'd have been more of a b*****d than he deserved to be.

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Naina stopped right at the black stallions feet, looking up into his black eyes, and white scary face. She kept staring, her mouth ajar and open.

Purple eyes finally looked away from him, to the mare that had stolen her dress. She wanted to yell at the mare, how dare she steal the dress Anusha had lovingly made!
She gave a little mini-snarl that truly amounted to just maybe a purr.

"Who are you, and why do you have my dress?" She asked, angry and getting her fathers blood in her viens. She'd been the snappy one, never really scared of what would happen, but keeping a watchful eye.

Trevalyn leaned over and nudged his sister, trying to act brave. The little girl was making him mad, yelling at his momma like that, and he was about to go get her.... But Memmy was shaking, and Momma was wanting them to come meet the strange stallion and the little brat who'd stolen his momma's dress. "Come on Memmy." he murmured, voice as hard as he could make it. "Let's listen to momma. She wouldn't tell us to do anything bad, and Mister Draven'll keep us safe if nothing else." For the first time the colt admitted maybe he wasn't enough to defend against a grown up. "He's strong." Purple eyes glanced over at the black stallion.

Stepping out from behind his mother, he took up a position in front of her, just as bold as the dress-thief. "Who are they?" he demanded, voice unshaking, bolstered by his anger at the snappy little girl, and the familiarities, and the fact Momma and Memmy, and.... he was just upset. And it made him very, very angry.