[PRP] Nothing Like Apple Picking ((Rush & Cosette))

[`raze]

Red eyes focused on the equally red fruit on the tree branch, trying to find the best possible way to get the apple. The mare could not reach the delicious fruit on her own just by craning her neck, and evenif she tried to hold her own against the tree, she'd still be too far. This apple sat on a branch that when she craned her neck up was only a few inches, and was situated nearly at the end of the wood. There were others, sure, but that one looked like it was much juicier compared to the others.

The redder the better, right?

Turning around, she began to walk slowly around the tree, trying to find some other way to either get that specific apple, or find one closer. here were quite a few, but still... Her stomach growled, and the white and blue mare, Cosette, sighed.

 

[Wolfie Duke]

There were times in a young stallions life where everything seemed to be bland, like taking a bite out of a tree trunk. Bitter, gritty and pointless. His wanderings of the lands had let him cross some interesting young Soquili, but he had yet to find one that he had crossed paths with more than once. And something to do, oh how he wished to find something useful to do with himself.

The summertime breeze whisked around his ankles, reminding him of how bored he was. There wasn't much left of the area he hadn't explored. Only the orchard on the hill was unfamiliar to him. His blue eyes reached for the hills, straining against the bright mid-day sun.  

[`raze]

Cosette knew she was being selfish, but she really wanted that one particular apple! She could reach others... But they didn't exactly look at good. Her stomach, beging for food, told her to kick away her selfish desires. Her mind however, was set on getting that one fruit. She was infront of it once again, and she had developed a plan this time to get the object of her hungry desires

Turning around, she mentally aimed her back hoof at the tree, makingsure to get it right in the center. She pulled her back leg down, and with a quick, fluid motion the acrtic mare thrust her back legs against the tree strikingly in hopes of shaking that apple loose. Unfortunately, all the tree did was give a bit of a shake, and a sharp pain went up her right hind leg as she pulled herself back together.

"Owwww! Ow! Bad idea! Geeeeeeez~!" She whined a loud, lifting the injured hoof a few centimeters above the ground in an attempt to ease the pain. She immediatly felt incredibly stupid for thinking that she could've knocked it down just by kicking the tree. Urg! Frowning at the tree, she set her eys on the apple and cursed it mentally.  

[Wolfie Duke]

The sun beamed brightly upon the hillside, sparkling off the river, humming off large boulders and outlined the hills perfectly. Well... almost perfectly. He could almost make out the apples themselves on the trees, but he was so far away that they remained nothing more than shady splotches in his vision.

With nothing better to do, his idle curiousity wondered if they were granny smith. The bitter green outter skin peeling away to reveal fleshy tart innards. He smacked his jowels in anticipation of their rewards. Somewhere amid his daydream he had begun walking towards the trees, motivated by their rewards. Tastey goodness here I come!

Somewhere up on top of the hillside he could hear another soquili with the same idea. It was the perfect day to pick apples. He slowed his pace as he neared the top. It wasnt good to barge in on someones private pickings. Perhaps this soquili would not want him near? What if it was a kalona and it had huge horns with thorns all over? Rush shivered at the thought. But then again. what if it was a beautiful wind soquili with brightly colored flowing feathers? Perhaps its was a sweet mare taking her children out for a walk. He was not welcome in most of these cases, as he was concidered an outsider, different from the others.  

[`raze]

Despite her grumbles from the pain in her back hoof, her ears perked at thesound of somone walking nearby. Her grumbles stopped, and she turned her head sharply in the other direction. Was someone there? Cosette was rather curious if that was the case, and she wodnered if it was one of those "dangerous" Soquili Vodka had warned her about. Her curiosity began to grow, and she began to walk away from the tree and towards the source of the faint sounds.

She began to head towards the slope of the hill, and paused when she saw something blue, white, and black. Tilting her head, her curious, dead-set expresson changed to a large, sheepish grin. She was somewhat disappointed, hoping to run into one of thse "dangerous" Soquili, but safe was good. Safe was fun.

"Hello?" She offered, tossing her mane with a jerk of her head so it wasn't in her face. Almost instantly, a plan clicked in her head. Stallions were taller than mares, right? So perhaps this stallion, if friendly enough, would get her the apple? Mentally Cosette sighed, knowing well not o bother strangers with her hunger issues.  

[Wolfie Duke]

He heard the feminine voice call down to him. It was rather sweet and dainty, almost like the sunshine... warm and inviting. With a small smirk he woundered if this may be his lucky day after all. Perhaps there were more good Soquili in the world if he only give them the chance. Or give himself the chance was more like it.

It always baffled him of how he could get along with a mare much easier than a stallion. Perhaps it was his upbringing on the outskirts of the Soquili lands. His father had been a stern one, never letting him far from sight. Rush's main goal in life was to protect his sisters, to which he hadnt seen since the last big storm. It wasnt a job he had ever wanted, and not one that he was good at. His sisters never listened to him and they snuck out of his sight far more often than they were in. Most of his time was spent with their friends, who came to visit from fields abroad. The visitors he didnt mind, they too were sweet and carefree.

However, not all visitors were so sweet. On the even of the big storm, his younger sister, River had run off with a young stallion half her age. When his father had found out, the others were told to leave the field and make way for their own lives. He blamed Rush for all that had happened and the seperation of the family. They all took their seperate ways then, Rush vowing to never trust so openly again. Afterall, it wasnt his duty to play protector. He needed to learn to live life yet again.

Would this mare help teach him to live again? He shook his head in disbelief. Afterall, why would a stranger want anything to do with himself. She probably thought he was another rash Stallion out for a little tail. He snorted to himself in emphasis.

Hesitantly, he answered her back after a moment or two of thought. "Hello there." He silently kicked himself. He knew he was making a bad choice. She would surely turn tail and run now that she had heard him.

((Sorry, Ive never written a background for him and it kinda came out finally))  

[`raze]

At the voice, Cosette turned her head and eyes towards the sound. At the sight of the stallion, Cosette was hesitant to smile. It took her a moment to register that he didn't look "malicious" like the so called Kalonas, but like an average Soquili. One with colors much like her. A bell went off in her head, and th hesitant smile on her lips grew. Was tehre a chance that thi stallion came from the mountains...? Maybe he knew her? It'd be worth to give it a shot! Beginning to walk towards the blue, white, and black colored brute, she began, "Hey!" The arctic mare called in a chipper tone, her tail flicking.

If this stallion did know her from the mountains, than she wouldn't need to introduce herself. But she had quite an inkling that he probably didn't. He didn't ring a bell in her own memory, but her memory of anything before coming here was blurry.  

[Wolfie Duke]

The stallion blinked in suprise. She was colored much like himself, except slightly chilly in colors... "Do you need help?" He asked slowly and cautiously. He was still unsure of her. Afterall, not many mares wished to speak to a big brute like himself.  

[`raze]

Cosette gave him a funny look, and immediatly disapointment began to settle in. She masked this with a friendly smile. If somebody knew her, they would've recognized her, right? He looked so much like a mountain-Soquili, but she had guessed wrong. Shaking off the feeling, her ears had perked at the word "help". Her eyes widened and she craned her head forward, smiling sheepishly. Maybe he could help her with something...

"Well, there's this apple that's really plump and red on that tree," She turned to gesture the tree, the apple on the other side, "I can't get it though. I'm a tad um, short. But you're taller than me so I'm kind of hoping you would a, snag it for me?" She chuckled nervously, the more "adult" part of her mind telling her off for bothering strangers with her hunger issues.  

[Wolfie Duke]

His eyes fell upon the tree. Slowly he searched the branches with them for the particular apple she was speaking of. They all looked red and plump. In fact, his own mouth began to water. "I do suppose a snack might be in store..." he muttered under his breath.

With a slow and thoughtful nod he genstured at the tree. The sun dappled through the branches and landed at their feet. Taking a few steps closer he continued to tilt his head upwards. "Which one was it?" He imagined this ginormous apple that had a 'pick me!' sign posted above it. With a slight frown, he looked the mare.