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Post by silentmoon on Aug 21, 2008 16:44:52 GMT -5
"Here, get on my back, it'll be quicker." Fiera nudged Silent to her back. The girl grabbed the orange mane, wounded it around her hands tightly and pulled herself up quickly. She had hesitated a bit, wondering if it hurt Fiera in anyway. She couldn't stand that, not when there bond between them felt so close to heart. A silent laughter erupted from Fiera's throat, "Don't worry, I'm tougher than that." But deep within, something hurt. It was a little insulting in a way but she quickly brushed it off. Silent sat delicately on Fiera's back, it was like riding something out of this world. Then again, she thought delightfully, a unicorn was out of this world! When Xanthe bounded next to Fiera, she gave a low nicker towards the Kore. "You somehow get into trouble the most. To be everywhere the action is." She laughed, "But I'm glad. Ofcourse you can, I wouldn't mind some energy along the way." Silent looked down for a moment before looking over Xanthe with bright eyes. "You don't know how much I'd like that." She said with a small smile. "C'mon, time to go." Fiera's voice was a flat, she didn't want to get back to the desert yet, no matter how beautiful it may seemed at times. She nudged Xanthe's rump before following along after Spirit and Tyden. When her distaste finally slipped away, in it's place was joyous bonds. In through the Gate with ease, for Fiera that was. Silent was caught in a tingling sensation that felt strange. But she picked up the groups hesitation quickly after stepping a few away from the Gate. As fear swept over the others, so did was she. This was strange. Not a desert but grassy lands. "I thought... that... didn't we just... where are we?" Fiera demanded. Secretly, she liked this place but she'd rather be safe than lost here. As for Silent, she was quiet, in utter aw and confused with the emotions jabbing at her from Fiera. "Is this supposed to happen?" She said in a worried voice.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Aug 21, 2008 17:02:58 GMT -5
With the last of the party safely through, the portal closed in on itself with a sigh. Tyden put his hand out, half sick with worry that it would be completely gone, and with it there ease of escape. But to his surprise the portal was there just as before, dormant but alive, and waiting to be summoned again. That discovery helped dispel some of the initial dread, and slowly, he took a breath and bid himself to look at the situation logically. Panicking wasn't going to help anyone, and he had to be strong for the others - they were looking up to him. He wasn't going to let them down. He took another breath and let it out steadily. "Well. So we're not in the desert," he said. He could feel the mare's eyes on him, scrutinizing him blankly. Obviously they were expecting a lot more from him. "The gate is still here, we can still get back to the others." "Are you sure?" Xanthe expressed the worry none had dared to speak out loud. "Yes," said Tyden confidently. "Gates work in strange ways. They take you to where you want to go most of all. Apparently.... that place wasn't the desert," he allowed a thin smote of humour. "It seems, someone's desire was so powerful it over-road my handiwork. Where we are now, I cannot say, but I think one of us here has a better idea then I do..." his gaze followed to the wild bay mare, standing panting in the knee-high grass. " Spirit," he began gently, "what are you feeling right now?" he asked.
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Post by Delicious on Aug 21, 2008 18:45:13 GMT -5
Spirit let out a ragged laugh at Tyden's question. "Feel? Right ... how do I feel? We jump through that Gate to no one knows where and we're talking about feelings?" her eyes flashed, white and frenzied - and she unthinkingly kicked at the ground with a rear hoof in her nervousness - narrowly missing Xanthe. She fretted, and pranced nervously - moving farther away from the dreaded gate to better overlook the faded green expanse. After a few moments, and forcibly working to clench down on the fluttering and butterflies that squirmed within her gut, she turned back to Tyden. "Honestly? I'm ... feeling ... more than a bit lost and terrified. This place... that gate ... the whole thing is making me almost ... ill." Spirit stared at Tyden, her jaw clenched and eyes slightly narrowed. "So, what are you saying? That I WANTED to come here? I don't know this place... I don't know of any reaso..." her voice trailed off sharply, and eyes widened. She chanced another look out at the fields, the feeling in her stomach reasserting itself instantly. She shivered, and continued to stare, silently in search of whatever it was that unsettled her so.
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Post by silentmoon on Aug 21, 2008 21:15:48 GMT -5
Fiera shook her head, though could not surpress a sigh. Whether it was of frustration or because of the misfortunate turn of events, it couldn't be determined. Silent who was still atop Fiera's back dwindled into silence, all to intrigued to even talk. Then, she bent over to lean on the mare's orange and velvet neck, burrying her face. In truth, she was frightened. No doubt about it. Fiera blinked with wide eyes when Spirit's hoof norrowly missed the Kore. She was about to clamped her teeth down when she felt something touch her mind. But whatever it was, it flinched away quickly, drawing her into her thoughts. After a moment Fiera asked, "What, what is it?" Her voice was encouraging, but she knew all to well what Spirit might be feeling right there and now. Silent shivered down her spine. What a strange interaction between them. The girl's eyes tried to see what Spirit was looking at, then squinted after awhile but could not see anything.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Aug 21, 2008 21:41:40 GMT -5
Xanthe scrambled to her feet, out of the way of Spirit's restless hooves, and bounded back to Tyden and Fiera, seeking comfort in familiarity. "I'm thirsty," she said quietly, betraying her youth with the small quiver to her voice, uncertain and alarmed by her elders' distress. She rubbed her face against Tyden's chest, prodding him with her dull weanling horn. "And hungry," she added for good measure. Tyden took her face in his hands, his eyes lingering on Spirit for a long moment. Then he turned his full attention to the Kore. "Your mother will scold me for how late past your bedtime we've kept you up," he murmured, brushing the soft, still-curly foals' hair from her eyes. "I'm sure everyone is a bit hungry and thirsty... I gathered that the food at the ranch was not up to snuff. Since we know the gate is still here, I see no harm were we to rest a while. Let's find something to drink, and then you may graze before we return to the others. Would that do?" She nodded, the tension draining from her as he spoke. Underneath it all she found she *was* tired, and yawned reflexively. "I would like that," Xanthe smiled. "And you know what? I think if Rhaine can't be my companion, then I will ask you to be instead." He chuckled as she turned away, already nosing the lush greenery with temptation. He looked up to Silent, still astride Fiera, and hoped she wasn't too put off by her first foray into the unknown. "How about you? Are you hungry too?" Just to edge of those long pastures he thought he saw light dimly shining between the trees. A house, perhaps? Possibly another farm, and with it the promise of a well and even refreshments. He turned and made his way over to Spirit, still standing and quivering, gaze fixed and drawn to that distant sight. Softly, so as not to startle her further, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think we'll all feel better with something in our stomachs," he spoke carefully. "How about we try for that light ahead?"
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Post by Delicious on Aug 30, 2008 15:00:05 GMT -5
Spirit let out a long shuddering breath at the touch of Tyden's hand on her shoulder. Forcibly slowing her breathing, she let her head droop, and her eyes close - trying again to quash the nervousness that continued to flutter uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Unfortunately, the more she focused on the feeling and what it must MEAN only compounded the twinges of anxiety. She drew a ragged breath and raised her head again, determined that if she couldn't control the apprehension, at least she could control her response to it. Spirit craned her neck around and took stock of the others - they did LOOK tired, and Tyden was right - a bit of a snack and a rest, and more time to prod at whatever was within her, would do them all good. "Yes. We should eat. Or drink." She nodded, and was grimly pleased to feel her anxiety fade slightly, as if it the decision had distracted it, or held it at bay. Well - if action would help undo this horrid fretting, then active she would be! Spirit flicked her tail and set out at a brisk pace, scarcely pausing to ensure that the rest of their small group would follow her. --- The small farmhouse was hushed - the family having gone to bed only shortly after sunset, exhausted as usual from another hard day toiling in the fields. It was a small house, old yet sturdy, it's weathered grey wood shining almost silver in the moonlight. An ancient rocking chair squeaked, rocking slightly in the night breeze, accompanied only by the faint melody of clay chimes moved by the same breeze. Around the house, the yard was worn and threadbare; few patches of hardy, grey-green grass clung together in clumps - small islands of vegetation that had only just survived the constant foot traffic that stamped out the rest of such greenery. Farther away, the grass grudgingly returned, and the dirt pathways narrowed into smaller rivulets of past activity that moved now with specific destinations - the well, or nearby barn, or farther fields. All was quiet and dark, except the lone lantern that burned, bright and flickering, forgotten on a wayward post next to the barn. Its light, almost invisible in the early dusk, now burned like a beacon - illuminating the barn and surrounding areas with its dusky golden glow. The smaller night creatures, frightened by this uncharacteristic light, had avoided the area - seeking instead the comforting darkness of the surrounding fields as they searched for food. ((Sorry for the loooooong delay folks. It's been one hellish week. Rawr. But now - long weekend, hurrah!))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Aug 30, 2008 19:14:49 GMT -5
((oooh, I hear you.... nothing like being at work for the last seven days straight.... O.o))The blanket of night was softly upon fields, grass clung with dew and insects chirped in rapid succession - except directly where they passed, Tyden noted absentmindedly. His eyes were forward, following Spirit, but he paused now and again to make sure the others were keeping pace. Poor Xanthe, for all her exuberance, was looking really worn out now, and walked quietly beside Fiera letting the red mare's long tail brush over her as they went, much like her own dam would have if she were here. Occasionally she stopped to glance at a strange noise or a lightning bug, but her desire to go chasing everything new and interesting seemed to have waned - at least for now. Tyden too felt the brush of fatigue and bid it gone, and this second wind had to hold him until they returned. Spirit's restlessness bothered him, but there was nothing he could do to help her, and he knew that; he could only be here for her, should she need him. It was a pretty hapless position to be in - not being able to do anything - and this frustrated him. As well, his thought flew with more and more frequency back to Rhaine and Lilaini... how were they doing? were they okay? had they discovered them gone yet? what were they thinking of all this? Part of him chided himself for having left them, realizing in retrospect how foolhardy that might have been. If anything happened to them while he was gone.... He shook his head. Thoughts like that would help nothing. And by this time they had nearly run out of field. Light spilled across an open yard, illuminating several building just enough to separate them from the dark. He wondered if Spirit would stop when she got to the yard, so focused she seemed on her trek once she had begun. He glanced around the barnyard from signs of activity, but everything was empty, still. Noises from the barn, but probably animals. The house itself was quiet, dark. And there, midway between the two - a well. A small bit of relief came with that discovery, and Tyden crossed there first, eying the dark, cast-iron pipe that jutted from the ground, topped with a gracefully curved handle that counter-balanced the protruding spout. "What's that?" Xanthe was on his heels. "It's a pump," he explained, "to bring the water up from the ground." "How does it work?" He was already looking around for a bucket, and found two just to the side, placing the larger just below the spout. He clasped the handle in both hands and brought it down, forcefully. The arm was well-oiled but still creaked slightly, and came to a stop with a clunk at each end. Oblivious to the noise momentarily, Tyden gave the arm several more wagers until, finally, a gush of water gurgled from the spout and into the bucket. "Water!" Xanthe exclaimed gleefully, as the first sputter caught her in the face. Inside the farmhouse, a dog began to bark. Heads turned with surprise, and Tyden felt a thin shard of apprehension pass through. In his brief experience with Earth and settlements, dogs had never been a good thing. Better to make his presence known now, then let them send the dogs out to investigate... "Stay here," he told the others, wondering if they would actually listen this time. A light flickered to life inside the house as he made his way up the stoop to the door to knock. * * * Meanwhile, back at the ranch... Rhaine let the scroll slip from her fingers to the floor as she cupped her head suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut against the oncoming wave. It passed as quickly as it had come, releasing her instantly and she straighten, her heart beating rapidly the only tell that something out of the ordinary had just taken place. She took a deep breath to try and slow the fluttering heart. She could feel Lilaini brush against her mind questioningly, her gaze upon her from across the room, already aware that something had transpired. "I... I don't know..." she began with effort. "Something happened... something is happening.... somewhere..." She shook her head, straightening her thoughts. "I don't know, but I think we're headed for trouble..." she sighed helplessly. The vagueness of it all was infuriating...
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Post by silentmoon on Sept 1, 2008 9:06:50 GMT -5
Fiera sighed, her eye halfway closed. Atop her, Silent leaned over the warm unicorn's neck. Her silken mane made it all the more comfortable. Like a fluffy thread pillow. "I'm pretty tired. Even if Fiera did most of the walking." She grimaced, somewhat ashamed that her new companion would do that for her. "No, I'm not to hungry. But I could use a drink." She looked ahead at the aproaching light with thoughtful eyes with a patient demener. Fiera stayed quiet, despite her thoughts, which were and could be as loud as her personality. Her head lay low, looking down at the ground and the path ahead. Occasionally, her eyes would dart to Spirit with amused eyes. Her friend's restlessness was much envied in a way. But the night drove on. Sudden, Fiera stopped abruptly, craning her red orange head up to look at this "pump" that Tyden was working at. When water filled the bucket and Xanthe bounded to it, the orange mare couldn't help but take a look. A little laugh escaped her, watching the Kore with amused eyes. Silent leaned over even more, taking in the sight for herself. Fiera slowly nodded, twitching an ear when Tyden left for the house's front door.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 3, 2008 20:44:58 GMT -5
On the other side of the heavy door the dog was beside himself, but there was little alternative now then to knocked; the sound hushed the noise for only a moment. Now the flickering light flowed into the front room and finally at an uttered command the dog was still. Tyden held his breath, and the whole night seemed to pause with him. Then the door opened. Light spilled from the sputtering lantern and eclipsed the figure behind it. “What’s your business?” the voice was gruff, firm, but not antagonistic. “My apologies for waking you,” Tyden squinted into the lamplight. “We were traveling most of the day and were caught by nightfall. The horses were tired and thirsty, and we saw your light.” The figure brought the lantern forward, and the light pooled out over the stoop. Tyden could see him now – he was an older man, worn but strong, much like most of his surrounding. Just behind him a boy, nearly grown, had his hand on the dog's head, the other gripping something - a shotgun, maybe? The room behind him was small, and another figure hovered just out of eyesight. The man was peering into the darkness, where he could just make out the figures near the well. "How many are you?" "Just myself, and my cousin, sir," he paused short of introducing the unicorns, out of habit. He figured in this light the man couldn't see them for what they were, if he could see that at all. "We were just looking for a place to rest," he finished. "We meant no harm." The man turned to him again, taking in the high-collared shirt and buckled vest with grim indifference. "You're not from around here," he concluded. "No sir," he asserted, and then gamely offered his hand. "I'm Tyden. We truly didn't mean to disturb you, only to trouble your well for some water for the horses. Then we'll be on our way." The man considered this a moment, his gaze drifting from the man to the group again. He could see the figure of the second person huddled on one of the horses, and foal peering curiously from behind the pair. It was awfully late in the season for a foal. He rubbed his brow with his free hand as if considering something, or simply a gesture brought on by sleep delayed. "Awfully late for you carry on; 'specially if you don't know these parts. After you've had your drink, you can rest in the barn. There's an empty box stall at end. If you don't make a mess of things, you can stay there until morning." "Well, thank you sir, but we don't mean to--" "Nonsense, your cousin looks ready to fall out of the saddle," he nodded his head. "Thom, get a cup so that these people might have a sip too." The boy in his shadow ducked out of sight, the dog following at his heels. His gaze returned to traveler on his stoop. At last he took the extended hand. "Geoffery Madsen. Well met, Tyden." * * * Inside the barn was heavy with the smell of animals and hay. It was comforting, actually. In the dim light Tyden made out the shape of a few woolly sheep and an old dairy cow; he could hear pigs grumbling in their sty below, and the occasional rooster let out a cautious cluck to his hens. There had been horses here once too; he could smell the rich sent of them, and the oiled leather of harness and straps. He wondered where they were now, perhaps another building beyond this one. At the barn's length there were two open stalls; fresh straw was stacked at the end of the row, and a small latticed window let in the breeze. "This doesn't look so bad," he spoke out loud. Xanthe stepped from between Fiera and Spirit cautiously, starting at the strange smells and sounds of the barn. She'd rarely been *inside* before, save her mother's airy temple, and this building was cramped and claustrophobic by comparison. She skittered to Tyden's side and stood there knock-kneed and unsure. "If you say so," she said grimly. Tyden sighed, but ruffled her forelock anyway. Then he set about to spread the straw and make it as comfortable as possible. Lastly he took off his cloak, laying it over a plush pile of straw. "Here, Silent, for you.... you can sleep there beside Fiera. I'll be keeping watch tonight anyway. Spirit and Xanthe can share the other stall. We'll be snug enough until morning."
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Post by Delicious on Sept 4, 2008 20:39:44 GMT -5
<slight flash-back> Lana awoke with a grunt, an elbow shoved sharply in her side. She grumbled, shoving back at the rogue arm before attempting to resettle back into her comfortable and heavy sleep of moments before. She had only just begun to drift off again when another elbow edged its way between her rubs, followed shortly by a kick, another elbow, and soon a mad scramble of activity. she kept her eyes squeezed shut, silently hoping that the commotion might just go away and allow her to fall back asleep. But, after a few moments of continual shifting and finally an insistent finger poking in her side, she sighed and opened her eyes. Both her younger sisters were wide awake, their eyes wide and frightened. The youngest, Marta, huddled against Lana, trembling and visibly upset. Lana frowned at her uncharacteristic unease and murmured soothingly, holding her close as she petted and smoothed her hair. Mia, not to be ignored, pulled insistently at her sleeve. Upon looking up, she found her sister chattering and gesturing wildly - so fast that she couldn't keep up. Lana spoke sharply, using the few words of her remembered verbal vocabulary. "Stop." she frowned at her sister, and made a cutting gesture with her left hand. "Slow." her words strangely accented, if understandable. Mia abruptly slowed her speech, and Lana concentrated on trying to read the words on her lips. She frowned as she caught the word strangers, outside and horses. If it was true, and the pair weren't just starting at coyote noises again, then her parents should definitely be notified. She nodded, and pressed a finger to her pursed lips, telling Mia to hush. Her sister quieted, and Lana shifted, tucking the worn flannel blankets around Marta and dropping a soft kiss on the top of her head before moving to the edge of the bed. She stood up, her bare feet landing quietly against the hard dirt of the floor. She made her way quickly out of the small room she shared with sisters, and out into the main room of the house. The room was dark, but she could make out the silhouette of Brute by the lone back-window, his legs and posture stiff with tension, and hackles half-raised. She wrinkled her nose and moved to the door to her parents room, knocking sharply upon it - if Brute were that interested, it was likely more than just coyotes. Lana knocked again, and soon felt movement from within; her father stumbling to the door, opening it wide, his eyes half-closed and still muzzy from sleep. He looked at down at Lana, and slowly (if sleepily) mouthed the words "What Lana?". She pursed her lips, trying to decide how to best communicate the concept. Finally, too sleepy to think of anything complicated, she reached for his hand and pulled him into the main room. Pointing at Brute, she wrinkled her nose, cupped her hand around her ear as if listening. "Mia. Marta." she pointed again, insistent. Her father rubbed a hand through his hair, and shook his head, and sighing heavily before replying. "Again? Are you sure it's not just more coyotes, Lana?" Lana harrumphed, frustrated at being only able to catch the references to her name, and coyotes off his lips due to his pace of speech and the darkness of the house. She turned, meaning to go back and retrieve Marta to better explain, when she caught movement near the window. Brute, his hackles now fully raised, had his feet on the sill - his mouth opening and closing in what she assumed to be loud baying and sharp barks. Her father, dropping her hand abruptly, gestured for her to wait and went to retrieve her brothers. Soon, he had Thom roused, and a lantern lit - her sisters, younger brothers and mother all clustered and watching from their respective doorways. Suddenly, all seven turned towards the door, and Lana bit her lip as she followed suit - wondering what exactly it was that had caused them all to turn together. Brute had left off at the window, and now scrabbled and snarled at the door. Her father turning to pick up the old shotgun that leaned on a nearby wall, and handed it to Thom before gesturing for him to follow. The pair moved towards the door, Thom reaching for Brute and pulling him into a sit-stay by his side, his hand resting lightly on his head. Her father opened the door slowly, carefully - using his body to shield the rest of the family from whatever it was outside. However, in a few moments, his tense posture visibly eased, and Lana caught a small half-smile on the her brother Thom's face. Lana sighed, frustrated that she couldn't make head or tails of what was going on - her father and brother almost completely blocking her view out the front door. She crept silently forward, ducking her head to try and catch a glimpse of whomever or whatever it was. A few feet further, she could make out the clear night above her father's head - the stars bright and clear against the gorgeous blue-black velvet of the night sky. Ducking her head she caught sight of a young man on the porch, engaged in what looked like curt conversation with her father. His face and speech pattern was unfamiliar, and Lana found it difficult to read his speech from his lips - but she was certain she caught the word "horses", and she perked up at the thought. New horses would be a treat to see and admire - their own (well-beloved) pair were off for the time being, having only lately been borrowed by her aunt and uncle for trade journey up-state, and Lana had felt the lack. All too soon, her father shut the door, and turned to gesture for all his children to return to their rooms and to bed. Lana pouted, disappointed at the inability to fully satisfy her curiosity. Her father, noticing her expression, smiled and swept her into a bear hug - ruffling her hair fondly. "Good girl." he mouthed at her, tilting her face upward so she could read his lips. "Very good." He gave her another squeeze, and turned her towards her room. "Sleep!" he mouthed, and pointed. Lana stuck out her tongue at him, and he laughed, and she scrambled, grinning, to avoid a swat that he aimed at her backside. He pointed again, and mimed sleeping, before shaking a finger at her in mock exasperation. Her mother, in the doorway of their room, smiled as she rubbed her eyes, and reached for her husband's hand to draw him back to bed. Thom, setting Brute in a stay-watch stance by the door, gave Lana a sleepy smile and quick thumbs up before shoving her two younger brothers back into their room. Lana chuckled silently, and as she moved towards her own room, paused slightly at the back window to see if she could catch a glimpse of the errant visitors - but made out nothing more than the fields and the faintly lit side of the barn. Shrugging, she gathered up Marta and Mia, and after tucking them back in - settled in beside them, soon falling asleep to dreams of rivers of magnificent horses prancing through vivid green pastures in the bright sun. < up-to-date with current time > -------------- (( Oh god, I'm still not done! - to the barn now!)) Spirit shuffled into the barn with the others, her eyes glazed with exhaustion, but still fidgeting continually under whatever the unknown tension that was threatening to drive her to distraction. " I ... I don't know if I can sleep. There's something that I'm missing - something we .. I .. have to DO." she muttered, half to herself and to the group at large. "If ... if it truly WAS me that brought us here, that is, and not some horrible cosmic joke involving those awful gates." she huffed again. "Do you even know where we are, Tyden?" she stared at his back as worked to arrange the stall in a more comfortable fashion. (( Uhm. Done! Whee! At least - my fingers do not want to type anymore right now. Also, apologies if it was too awfully long. Or verbose. Or such. Mostly I wanted to introduce Lana correctly, and EGADS, I hadn't realized how much I depended on verbal communication. D: Trying to describe the surroundings in a more Lana-perceived way (that wasn't horribly boring or confusing) was really challenging. Actually, I'm not sure if I succeeded at the not boring or confusing bits, haha. Anyways ... yes! Done for now! Woot! ))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 4, 2008 23:14:33 GMT -5
((Masterfully done, Del - I enjoyed every minute of it! And thank goodness someone else likes to write-in-long like me, I feel much less conspicuous now, lol. Keep it up ))Tyden considered Spirit's question for a long time before answering. The fatigue was creeping into his limbs as much as he tried to fight it. He had found an old milking stool and placed it at the end of the stall, and finally sat down. "I guess.... we're where we need to be." He shrugged, because he knew it was pretty lame answer, but he didn't have any more in him now. Xanthe hankered down into the straw, stretching her legs out with her head beside the open door so that her nose came to rest against his boot. "I miss my momma," she said very quietly. Tyden studied the korè for a moment before getting off his stool and sitting down on the straw beside her. She nudged her head into his lap like a large puppy dog. "Better?" he smiled, running his fingers along the length of her mane, as if to make it lay down on its side like an adult's; the unruly foal's hair refused to stay, so fine and soft as sheep's wool. He felt her shudder, or sigh, but she didn't answer. She was already asleep. He turned his gaze back to Spirit. "Were it that easy for all of us," he sighed. "If you're not sleeping, you can always keep me company. Though I'm not sure how much more of my company you might want right now. I suppose I haven't been the ideal guide, now have I." He was quiet, closing his eyes for a minute to regroup himself for the long night ahead. Outside, the sounds of night surrounded the small barn, full of whippoorwills and nighthawks, the uncanny screeching of a bob cat and the stark and lonely ballad of a distant coyote's cry. The cry sent shivers down his back, but he wasn't fearful; more, it was a recognition in the lonesome call that bit deep into the marrow of his bones. His eyes opened to find Spirit where he left her, and gave his shoulders a small shrug. "If it makes any difference, I am sorry for getting you all into this mess. Or not stopping you.... one or the other... I'm sure that would have been the responsible way to have done things. I'm sure Lilaini is going to tell me so with great resolve when we get home. Repeatedly. And then some more. And I might actually deserve it this time... "I... shouldn't have left them, either. Not that they can't take care of themselves... but if something were to happen... and I wasn't there..." He shivered suddenly, a chill blown in from the small window vent and through stalls. He rubbed his arms with his hands, his head starting to nod slightly in spite of himself. " Spirit, we ARE getting, just so you know," he began again, more firmly. "I promise you that. And we will find out mystery behind that gate flux; Fate might have a bitter sense of humour but she's always right (and truthfully, the sooner you accept that fact, the easier she is on you, too) So there's a reason. We'll find it. Mark me on that one. Besides... we have to get home soon enough... the Harvest Festival's just around the corner, and it would be a shame to miss that... fireworks for the bonfire this year and everything... Xanthe hasn't even seen a Harvest Festival yet... she will adore it, and I wouldn't let her miss it for the world... And I was going to... to tell Rhaine.... " his words trailed away as his head slumped to the side, exhaustion won. Outside, the moon long risen, set; the darkest part of the night was the few cold hours before dawn... * * * In another night, another world away, Mare Imbrium stood with her nose wrinkled, blowing the electric sent of magic that clung to her whiskers with dismay. The Joshua Trees were silent, but she needn't their vigil to know what had transpired. She pawed the caked earth restlessly, her ears set back and down. "Brilliant," she muttered to no one in particular. "Just great." With that she turned heels and took off towards the ranch at a jog, dust stirred and sparkling just slightly when it lit upon the stray motes left dancing from the recent gate's activity.... ((Gah... I think, the more tierd I am, the more I ramble...))
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Post by Delicious on Sept 7, 2008 18:05:18 GMT -5
Spirit smiled at Tyden's sudden onset of sleep. "Well, at least you got your wish." she murmured softly, "Let us hope that I can follow suit." As quietly as she could she shuffled into the stall and lowered herself, rather heavily, into the straw. Despite her shifting and accompanying small groans, neither Tyden nor the kore seemed to notice, the latter even beginning to snore slightly. Spirit smiled at the noise and closed her eyes, trying to quell the whirlings of thoughts that ran at dizzying speeds through her mind. Thoughts on Companions, worries about the gates, homes, and exactly how mad Pasiphae was going to be, swirled unendingly. Scarce would she shove one away from her conscious thoughts, than another would sneak its way in. As she let her head loll against the straw, despairing of ever actually getting to sleep, the exhaustion of the day and their strange travels finally caught up to her - and she slipped into a deep unconsciousness, and oh so slightly - began to snore as well. ----------------------- Lana awoke to a sky delicately flushed with the promise of sunrise. She smiled and stretched, looking out through the window at the fields and enjoying the the quiet visual stillness of the soon-to-be morning. So peaceful, she mused contentedly. Refocusing her gaze on the bed, she regarded her sisters, sprawled across the bed like ungainly puppies, still sleeping soundly. She grinned and, happy to repay the rude awakening during the night, reached across to tweak the nose of each - waking both instantly, mouths agape and arms flailing. Lana laughed at their indignant glares, and attacked them both with unrelenting tickles. Not long after they had all collapsed in a giggling heap upon the bed, Lana felt a cool hand on her shoulder. Turning her head, she looked up to see her mother standing above them, rolling her eyes amusedly at their silly antics. Seeing that she had Lana's full attention, she mouthed the words "Up. Breakfast." and smiled, before issuing further verbal instructions to Mia and Marta. Needing no further encouragement, the trio tumbled from the bed and began to pull on their clothes in chaotic unison. Finishing first, Lana snickered at Mia and Marta's small tug-of-war over a rogue sock as she ambled into the main room of the house. Her father and Thom were already awake, amiably chattering over the small kitchen table while her mother bustled about in the kitchen cracking eggs and pulling bacon from the icebox. Lana gave her father's weathered cheek a loving peck as she passed, earning herself a quick head-ruffle in return, and busied herself in helping with the breakfast preparations. Soon, the house filled with the savory scents of cooking bacon and eggs, the rest of the family barreled forth from their rooms, and sat in happily, if hungrily, at attention around the now cramped table. The food served, everyone set too with a healthy appetite, soon finishing the repast with lightning speed. The tin plates were piled in the center of the table as each person finished, and while the boys stood and finished readying themselves for the beginning of the day - Lana's mother drew her aside and handed her a pair of plates laden with some extra eggs and bacon. Lana, confused, stared at the plates and then at her mother with a questioning glance. Her mother frowned at her and pointed at the plates and gestured towards the door outside. Lana, still utterly lost (having not caught, nor been explained, the conversation of the night before) stared at her blankly, but took a few half-hearted steps towards the front door. Suddenly, her mother's attention shifted to a point past her shoulder, her disapproving expression clearing to take on a slightly rueful and embarrassed cast. Lana turned and saw her father staring at her mother, with a serious expression on his face. He soon shifted his focus to her, smiled tightly and gestured for her to return her attention back to her mother. Her mother, having grabbed Marta and given her a milk bottle and a pair of cups, seemed to be explaining something in a curt fashion. Marta, brightening visibly during the explanation, looked up at Lana and grinned happily before bouncing towards the front door. Lana blinked, and looked at her mother who, mouthing the words "Sorry Lana. Follow Marta." at her, smiled at her contritely. Lana smiled back tentatively, and turned to follow her excited little sister, all the while cursing her handicap. Yet again, it had managed to ruin what had been a perfectly beautiful family morning. She sighed, and walked, footsteps falling heavily as they made their way out to the barn. ((I can push my way into the barn if you like, but figured it might be more fun if Tyden or Xanthe wandered their way out before Lana was blindsided by the whole bonding experience. ))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 7, 2008 19:43:59 GMT -5
((woot, dinner in the oven, laundry done, dad called and chatted to at great length - now I can post!)) It was the act of waking was that tipped Tyden off to the fact that he'd been asleep; he woke to a dull weanling's horn prodding his rib cage several times before he got his eyes open all the way. Dawn was chilly, but the air was moist; later it would be warm. He stretched, discovered the kink in his neck with a reflexive groan, and brushed his dark, untidy hair from his face begrudgingly. Beside him, Xanthe yawned, jabbed him in the ribs one last time before groggily pushing herself into a half-seated position, nostrils quivering to take in the unfamiliar smells. "I dreamt I was in the great meadow, eating clover and thyme," she sighed ruefully. He pulled himself to his feet, stretching his arms way above his head and feeling every ache in his body with dull acceptance, monuments to the adventures of days past. "Perhaps we can arrange that for dinner," he replied, his own stomach rumbling protest. When was the last time he'd eaten anyway? It seemed like days ago. "Do you really think so?" she sighed. "And tell me the truth - I'm not some milk-toothed kore anymore, you know." She flicked her tail decisively, snorting the air with emphasis. He had to smile in spite of himself, and gave her neck a firm pat. "I wouldn't lie to you, Xanthe. And I truly hope we will be home by this evening. It just might be a really long day ahead. Fair enough?" She nodded, prancing happily at his honesty. After all, if he was going to treat her like a grown up, she'd have to do her best to act like one, and that meant making the best of the situation. So no more talk about missing Kalidore and breakfasts full of clover. However... "I am thirsty," she said, almost apologetically. Tyden glanced at the others, but heard no peep from them and presumed they must still be asleep; all the better for them, he decided. "Let's go get you a drink," he agreed. Outside morning was in full bloom - sunrise sprawling across the eastern horizon and sky full of the symphony of birds. The rooster has been crowing since first light, and the animals had begun to make noise in anticipation of breakfast. In this new light, Tyden pause to take in the small barnyard - worn but tidy, the buildings well-kept against the of elements. Nothing fancy, but familiar, snug; a home. By this time Xanthe had bounded all the way to the well and stood waiting impatiently; he strode the rest of the way over and began working the pump arm again. Once Xanthe had her fill he drank himself, then dunked his head under the spout. It was deliciously cold and refreshing, and he worked the last of the sand away with his fingers. Finally he straighten, drying his face on the front of shirt when he noticed they had company. Across the yard two figures had emerged from the house, making their way towards him. He hastily tucked his shirt back in and smoothed the slick hair back from his eyes. Beside him Xanthe's ears were pricked forward and he put an arm around her neck to steady her. "Best I do the talking," he hushed. "I am going to wager they aren't familiar with talking horses around here..." "Hors--" Xanthe started to protest, but he checked her, and they made their way froward together. "Morning," Tyden greeted the pair. ((Oh - what colour did you want for Lana? I popped in a cyan, but feel free to use something different!))
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Post by Delicious on Sept 8, 2008 4:26:05 GMT -5
(( How about DarkGray ? The Cyan is pretty, but against the white it makes my eyes bleed. D: Also, the Grey is a nice Companion, haha pun!, to Spirit's thistle )) Upon following Marta out the front door, Lana quickly spied the reason for the extra plates of breakfast. 'Of course, you ninny' she thought, wrinkling her nose. 'Father must've invited him (or them? she mused idly, staring at the second plate) to stay - if they came in that late at night, they'dve had a far ride to town. And of course we couldn't let the poor things starve.' She quickened her pace towards the foal and her companion. Halfway across the yard, Marta began to slow, eventually coming to complete stop - allowing Lana to quickly overtake her. Puzzled, Lana glanced at her as she drew alongside, and caught her biting her lip, and staring rather wistfully at the young man they approached. Lana snorted, and arched an eyebrow at her obvious fascination, and likely burgeoning crush. "Marta. Come!" she said without preamble, and continued towards the duo. While it obvious her sister only had eyes for the young man, handsome as he was, Lana was much more taken with the foal. She smiled as she walked, admiring the creamy dun coat with obvious pleasure. So poised and perfect - from her hooves, to her flanks, silky cream colored mane, to her pert ears and ... Lana blinked as she came to a fairly abrupt stop a few feet away from the pair. Apparently the perfection of the foal extended to the center of her forehead - where she could clearly make out a curiously strange hornlike nub. She blinked again, and shook her head, staring openly. So mesmerized was she by the foal, that she almost completely missed the fact that the man was addressing them. Lana, only just able to wrench her attention away from the (now even more incredible) foal, and thought she picked up a word of greeting from the man's lips. But, unsure of exactly how to respond, simply held out one of the plates abruptly in his direction. Marta, trailing behind, finally came along side, and started to chatter. Lana, assuming that Marta would handle whatever explanations were necessary, simply continued to hold out the plate and shifted her attention back to the kore - uncharteristically ignoring their more human guest almost entirely. Yes, there was definitely a horn in the middle of the foal's head ... a small, twisted spire of ivory. All logical thoughts ceased at the revelation, and she stood staring, slightly agape (and likely looking much like a strange fish) in wonder. Marta, completely oblivious to the distraction of her sister, was attempting to ingratiate herself to the young man, using all her (very limited) powers of flirtation. Which, being only twelve, mostly manifested as incessant babbling. "Hullo! I'm Marta! That's Lana, my sister. We live here! Who are you? Your clothes are very odd, are you with a circus? Are you going to town, or are you going to stay long? How many horses do you have? Who was the lady you were with? Is she awake yet? Would you like some milk?" she paused briefly to hold out the cups, with an implied offer to pour from the bottle, "Lana has the eggs, if you're hungry. If that's not enough, I can get more. I helped with the eggs this morning, I hope you like them. Did you sleep well?" she fairly panted, only ceasing the barrage of questions due to a lack of breath, but continued to stare up at Tyden with open adoration.
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Post by silentmoon on Sept 8, 2008 16:52:41 GMT -5
Fiera fidgeted to the side. 'Wasn't so bad' could have been a bluffing statement! She wasn't human, so this enclosed space could potentially spell out danger. The only up side to this was an interesting experience. Her glorious eyes wandered around the place. From straw, to ceiling, to wood, to the ground and animals. Her nose wrinkled at the clustered smell but wordlessly continued all the while shifting her weight around on her slender legs. Silent was beginning to feel the weariness seep upon herself. She slid off Fiera's smooth back with ease. Those riding lessons a few years back did come in handy! She accepted her drink happily, taking a few sips first before taking some more. When she had her fair share, she returned to her new companion's side. "Thank you." She slightly bowed before Tyden left, an old habit she picked up from greeting the elderly in her family. She pulled her hair back and out of her face before running her hand through it. Soon after, Silent lay down on the cloaked straw bed. It was comfortable and inviting. Her mind tugged her into the deep darkness of sleep, but fought to stay awake. A burning desire to talk to Fiera masked everything else. "Can I ask you something?" Fiera came walking back to the girl's side and slowly got down on all fours. Not before long, the brilliant orange mare was laying on her belly right next to Silent, head hovering close to her companion and offering the warmth of her bodice. "What is it that you wish to ask me?" She smiled, her eyes sparkling. Silent started off on simple questions, such as what was Kalidore like? Did she have any siblings? What about foals (She was a little hesitant to answer that question however)? Until they got more personal, like did she like anyone (Fiera didn't understand this at first. So it took awhile and many strange answers before she understood it. And by her tone, she could have blushed, but Silent doubted that unicorns were able to do so)? Finally, after sometime, Fiera would answer no more. "Sleep. I think we make our leave in the mourning. And it would be best." She said softly. Silent shook her head. "But you're life is so very interesting! I want to know more." She pressed on but still, her companion would not budge. "A later time. You're to tired. Now go to sleep." Fiera nuzzled her human's hair. With a grunt, Silent let sleep take her away into the welcoming darkness. The last thing she heard before drifting off was the soft humming of Fiera... Silent woke up from a strange dream. Her eyes were wide, but she bit her tongue from yelping. Fiera was up and awake, examining her with worried eyes. Their mental link was something she had to get used to. "What's wrong?" The mare said with soft words. Silent chewed on her lips, avoiding eye contact, wondering if she should share. Finally she Wanted to keep the dream to herself, shaking her head slowly in a 'no'. "Lets go see what the others are doing. Plus... I wonder if they have something small to eat. " Silent grimaced at her lack of appetite at tomes and trying to soothe her companions worry too. After awhile, "Oh alright. C'mon, let's go." Fiera led the way, nosing past a few things before spotting a little girl, even younger than her Silent, trying to talk to Tyden. She chuckled and nudged past him, to take a better look at Marta. "Maybe you have a new fan, aye? And as for the lady..." She trailed off. "You mean me right?" Silent yawned, coming to stay beside Fiera casually. "Would you perhaps have any apples or fruit? I'm kind of hungry. Oh and here you go Tyden, thanks." She handed him his cloak, hoping it wasn't to wrinkled or dirtied from the hay. ((Hmm, must have been a little late. Been feeling down since my friend left :/.... but anywho, now I feel like I'm writing to short of posts. So I hope this makes up, ish. lol XD Marta's such a cutie!))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 8, 2008 17:16:35 GMT -5
Tyden had to wait until the bubbly Marta ran out of breath before he could answer. His hand had come to rest cupping his chin and covering his mouth to hide his involuntary smile from her delicate young ego. "Glad to make your acquaintance, Marta," his replied formally, with a polite bow of his head in return. "The breakfast does look wonderful, and I would love a cup of milk. And [color=darkgreyLana[/color]..." he turned to the elder sister, for the first time noting her fixation on Xanthe[/color]. His breath caught in his throat, because the look on her face was unmistakable. She was seeing her first unicorn.
Xanthe shuffled uncertainly under her gaze. *Hush* he willed his thoughts to the koré, wishing he was not so clumsy at it to guess weather it had reached her or not. *Mayhap she is why we are here* Xanthe's ears twitched and she glanced at him, her posture relaxing in acknowledgment.
He quickly seized the plates from Lana's outstretched hands (which had begun to tip just slightly, the eggs sliding precariously towards the edge) and was about to speak to her again when a commotion came from behind. Fiera and Silent emerged from the barn, and Fiera... was...
"Hush!" Xanthe turned to the mare with great importance. "We're supposed to be---"
*QUIET* the thought-casting was perfectly clear this time. *And good grief, manners, Fiera!* He gave the red mare a withering look. He felt his stomach slide like the eggs and turned to greet Silent a little too enthusiastically. "Good morning, cousin! did you sleep well? Our hosts have been kind enough to share a breakfast," he jabbed a plate at her pointedly. "Surely you have a more fitting way to greet such kind folks for their hospitality..."
He turned back to the girls, smile fixed, hoping beyond hopes that they had heard nothing more then a few scattered whinnies...
((*sigh* Not sure how good that was.... I am having a bad day... I lost my USB key somewhere between work and home today, which means I lost a week's worth of Kalidore writing, which I somehow forgot to backup... gone, all gone..... *sobs*
*UPDATE - managed to pull an old copy off my computer at work... not sure how many revisions I have done since then, but it's a start! Hopefully I was not too cranky last night... seems to me Tyden might have come off a little terse...))
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Post by silentmoon on Sept 9, 2008 21:13:08 GMT -5
Fiera shied away as quickly as Xanthe's warning than Tyden's anger came. Or was it frustration? A few steps to the side in surprise, before it turned to a glint of anger boiling off her. Well, sorry if no one told me! I just woke up! She thought back, her voice clear as Tyden's but with a cutting edge. She snorted and walked outside stiffly. "Wait! Fiera, we didn't know. And I'm sure..." Nothing, her friend was ignoring her.
Silent was not sure what to do, everything was going so fast. She staggered to the side at Tyden's over the top entusiasm. Truthfully, it was scary when people did that. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I say things that my mare would say. I guess it's the kind of bond we have." And it wasn't all a lie, so she let a little smile slip. "But uh, I must attend her to her the moment. It appears that she seems to be angered by something. Thank you for your kindess, it's greatly appreciated. I hope this... that this hasn't caused to much of a disturbance." Ignoring the plate of food, the older girl gave a deep bow, her head down far enough till her hair conceiled her face. Then she ran outside in a frantic skitter.
"Fiera! Fiera, don't be angry. We could have blown our cover! You know all to well that this could be worse if they got hints of us." Silent's thoughts were pleading and crooning, hoping she could get through. She saw her mare laying down on the grass, staring off into the distant, shivering. Well, ofcourse I realized that. Maybe I shouldn't have stormed out so." She thought back after a few minutes. "Don't feel bad. We all get angered by something, sometimes." "I guess so." "You had better go apologize once this is over." She said firmly. Fiera only reply was a deep grumble. The right thing to due stabbed at her pride. Painful.
Their mind-to-mind conversation seemed to be safest since what happened in the barn. Both knew that it was also smartest to keep quiet. And as the silence grew on around them (despite the noisy thoughts back and forth), Silent entangled her hands in Fiera's mane. Wondering if she could try braiding flowers into it like the stories of maidens had. How amusing.
((No worries, but maybe this reply was to... i dunno know, un rational ^^))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 9, 2008 22:16:31 GMT -5
(Nay, reply was excellent!)
As soon as the words left him he was sorry, and as Silent went scampering after Fiera he felt guilt stab him like a kore's horn to the ribcage. And now his head ached, dull pain spreading from the temples to his eyes and he nearly moved to rub them before he remembered he was still holding breakfast, which at this point was getting cold. Tyden sighed regretfully. He had to admire Silent's quick thinking, and made a mental note to tell her so... if she and Fiera would let him talk to them again. She would make a fine Companion and Protector of Kalidore in the days ahead. Xanthe bumped him gently with her head. Fearing to what ends her youthful indignation might manifest itself he turned duly, but found instead that her cerulean eyes were very bright and serious. She blew the air through her nostrils in her best imitation snorting sound, then gave his shirt a curious tug with her teeth. She opened her mouth and let out a most contemplated and contrived whicker: "Meh-heh-heh," she winked. He almost laughed - he couldn't help it - and watched as the poised kore stepped firmly up to Lana, snuffling her with her nose in what she hoped was a very horse-like manner. How lucky you are to be surrounded by such brilliant women, he chided himself ruefully. Now hurry up get through breakfast before you screw it up entirely.Tyden turned and his found himself back to Marta and her milk jug, wondering just what sort of explanation was going to get him out of this one...
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Post by Delicious on Sept 11, 2008 4:42:21 GMT -5
Marta flushed bright pink with embarassment at Fiera's stray comment, reacting to the words before she had even attributed them to a source. Her eyes dropped immediately to the ground, and she shuffled her feet self-consciously. However, at Silent's remark, puzzled at the sudden change in voice, she snuck a glance at the pair, but did not seem to make a connection between the fiery mare and the comment of before. "There's ... there's eggs." she stammered, keeping her eyes downcast. " An' if you want fruit there's an apple tree 'round behind the barn. Peaches too." At Xanthe's sudden outburst, however, Marta started and looked up confusedly. She peered about, sure that someone else had joined their little group - but at finding no one, bit her lip and looked bewildered. She moved a bit closer to Lana, and unconsciously felt for her hand, unsure of exactly how to react. Lana, broke out of her Xanthe-centric daze at the feel of Marta's hand in her own. As she took in her surroundings, she became aware of Silent and Fiera's recent addition to their small party. She turned towards them, slightly, meaning to smile and incline her head and greeting - and was immediately struck by precense of the horn that graced Fiera's head as well. Her mouth opened and shut, and she glanced wildly back and forth between the kore and the red mare, before finally settling on Tyden - her expression dazed. Then, as Fiera stalked off with Silent close behind, Marta stared after her, absolutely lost as to what had just happened. She blinked a few times, and then simply returned her focus back to Tyden. " Your cousin ... she seems .... nice." she managed, lamely. "There really are apple trees out back, if she doesn't want the eggs." she seemed perplexed at this possibility, but shook it off before continuing. "Also, Mama said we could get your horses some feed and oats if you like. We have some sweet-clover hay too." she stared up at him intently for a moment before smiling shyly - all strangeness of earlier obviously forgotten in lieu of her obvious preoccupation with their male guest. (( Mmm. Work eats my brain, sorry about the shortness. Deadlines are ... deadly. Heh. Must sleep now. ))
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 11, 2008 14:03:31 GMT -5
Tyden let out an unconscious sigh of relief at Marta's whole disregard of the moment's strangeness. It didn't surprise him though, because that was how most people dealt with things they didn't understand - they simply decided they didn't exist. He turned his attention back onto the the two plates he was holding and replied, "Well, I think the eggs look wonderful. Would you mind if I sit here with you while I eat them?" There was a neat stack of logs beside the well, either for the winter's fuel or the beginnings of a new out building, some big enough around that they reached his chest. The size of the tree felled must have been enormous, and it saddened him somewhat to think of the old roots and deep magic that had been lost with its cutting. He sat down on the nearest log, placing Silent's meal beside him as he turned to his own. Truth be told, his head was really hurting him now, and he needed to rest and gather himself again. And the eggs did smell delicious; they tasted even better. He beckoned to Marta to bring the milk, determined to properly show his gratitude to these kind folk for their hospitality. He did find it curious that Lana hadn't spoken yet, but he knew she was seeing unicorns; perhaps the shock had gotten to her? He swallowed his mouthful and turned to her, while Xanthe continued to do her horsiest impressions for her and was now drolly scratching her head with her back hoof. "Do you like horses, Lana?" he asked. " Xanthe seems to have taken quite a shine to you" (Xanthe interjected with another self-cued wuffling of Lana's sleeve here) "And I'm sure the mares would appreciate a bite oats. Your family has been so kind us, I'm really not sure how we can repay you." ((Totally hear you about work... my day off yesterday just vanished, and I have to be in the next city over for 8 am tomorrow morning. Blargh. I was so looking froward to having a laundry day!))
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Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2008 6:52:56 GMT -5
**is not entirely dead, honestly**Gypsy looked up in the direction that Meadowsong had indicated and saw a few members of the herd just diseapering from view. She stood still, her mind reaching out to see if she could gather where they were heading. She wasn't able to get any concrete thoughts so she nodded to her current companions and turned to follow them, with the intention of bringing them back to the herd. Gypsy hadn't travelled far when a change suddenly occured, she stopped and stood perfectly still, a bronze statue standing in the middle of the dunes. Shaking her head in annoyance, she realized there was no longer any point in following after them as they were now very far away. Turning, she headed back towards the house and out of the corner of her eye saw Mare Imbrium heading in the same direction. Focusing her thoughts, she reached out to Lilaini.Lilaini. seemed as confused as Rhaevin. by the sudden feeling of change, she began to speak to her friend again and then stopped as she felt Gypsy's.thought touch her own. "They are gone" was all she said, with a somewhat perplexed look on her face.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 13, 2008 0:25:07 GMT -5
((*glomps lady e*))Rhaine was standing now, her eyes haunted and her hands scrambling to scoop the scrolls back into her satchel. "Gone?" she paused in mid-sweep. "Who's gone..." but it wasn't so much a question, at least not to Lilaini. She closed her eyes and her mind reached out, touching upon the unicorns in the fields beyond, then moving beyond the fields to the scattered dunes where one dark mare galloped towards them through pooling sand. Beyond even that, faintly now, she felt for them, pressed further, peering, seeking, finding... she caught her breath in her throat. " Xanthe," she said. "And Fiera, Spirit. Tyden is with them. Not alone... My head," she grasped her temple suddenly as if sharp pain ebbed behind her eyes. ' If she can see unicorns, is she the reason why we have come? Our cover nearly blown, how many choices do we have left?' the smell of bacon permeated her nostrils and she recognized the pang of hunger. 'And what is to become of us if the gate does not agree....?' Rhaine let her breath out all at once, and just like that feelings left her. Her head cleared, and as she opened her eyes, the cozy cabin greeted her, it presence grounded. " Lalaini," she began slowly. "I think it is time we were away...."
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Post by Delicious on Sept 14, 2008 6:09:18 GMT -5
Lana, still in a slight daze, only smiled and shook her head at Tyden's words; his pattern of speech too strange and too fast for her to read. She tapped her ears and then shook a finger, hoping that he'd understand her handicap. Returning to gazing admiringly at Xanthe, she held out her hand - palm up and flat, hoping she might consent to being preened and petted at a slightly closer distance. "So beautiful." she thought wistfully. "Wonder how long they'll stay?" - - - Spirit groaned as she slowly fought her way back to consciousness. Apparently the debt of exhaustion had been greater than she anticipated, and waking was difficult and slightly painful. She pulled herself to her feet, and took her surroundings with a bleary and still slightly sleep-ridden glance. "Mrrhm. All gone, are they?" she murmured, after shuffling out to take a look in the adjoining stall. "Don't suppose you know where they are, hrm?" she eyed a inquisitive chicken nearby. "Or breakfast, perhaps?" The chicken cocked her head at Spirit and clucked. "Aha. You don't say." Spirit replied bemusedly, "Well, I hope you won't mind, but I think I'll go look for them myself. Maybe try to learn to speak bird while I'm at it, then maybe we can have a real conversation." And with that she started towards the barn entrance. Once out in the open, she winced slightly at the brightening sunlight, her eyes slow at readjusting from the barns darker insides. A few blinks and a headshake later, her vision had adjusted well enough - and it was only a few short seconds before she located Tyden and his small knot of companions. Spirit recognized Xanthe easily enough, but could not place neither of the two girls with him. She frowned slightly, wondering why the entire group wasn't together - Fiera and Silent seemed to be nowhere nearby. Deciding that asking might be the best way to discover any problems, she moved purposefully towards them. She thought she had caught Tyden's eye, a dozen or so yards away, when she almost tripped over her own hooves in sudden surprise. "... beautiful. Wonder how long they'll stay?" a clear voice echoed in her mind. Spirit came to an abrupt stop, her eyes going wide at the mental sound. She flattened her ears, and glanced about the yard warily, confused at the new voice that addressed her with such clarity. "Hello?" she sent back hesitantly, "Who's there?" One of the girls gasped, and abruptly turned around to stare at her - a hand held to her open mouth. The other girl, startled by the sudden movement, dropped the bottle she was holding. It fell to the ground with a solid thud, splashing milk on the entire group - but mostly on the poor thing that dropped it. She whimpered slightly, and glanced unhappily at the elder girl before flusteredly trying to mop up the mess off herself and Tyden - all the while babbling apology upon apology for her blunder. The elder girl didn't seem to notice, her eyes wide enough to mimic Spirit's own expression, and just continued to stare. "Hello?" Spirit tried again, taking a few steps hesitantly towards her. "My name is Spirited Away. May I ask who you are?" "Lana." the thought was barely a whisper, fading almost before it reached Spirit. "Lana." Spirit mulled mentally. "Lana." The name felt right, and abruptly Spirit found herself moving forward without conscious thought, stopping only when she stood before the girl. "Lana." she whispered back in thought. "I've found you." and she arched her head down to place a warm cheek against the girl's - closing her eyes with a tired and contented sigh.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Sept 15, 2008 16:32:05 GMT -5
"It's allright, Marta," Tyden smiled at her, placing his hand lightly on hers to the stop the flustered movement. "I'll just have water. Would you pour me some instead?" he passed her the tin mug, making as little of the situation as he could. He didn't really wait to see her reaction, for his eyes were on Spirit and Lana, each lost for the moment within the others' thoughts. He swallowed the urge to say "I knew it!" but couldn't help grinning slightly all the same. "I see we have found someone," he said. " Lana, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, as is Spirit here, I'm sure. I hope it doesn't sound terribly odd if I said we have been looking for you. I'm sure you have a lot of questions too, so please, don't hesitate to ask." He waited expectantly for her to answer. ((er, somewhat short... but I realized Tyden doesn't technically know of Lana's handicap yet And maybe it would be a fitting time to bring the rest of the family in somehow, if for no other reason to meet the visitors properly from the night before?))
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Post by Delicious on Sept 15, 2008 17:24:09 GMT -5
(( Uhm, question. D: Can we assume that (with great effort, perhaps?) that Spirit can thought-send to Tyden? Otherwise, a speaking horse might cause a bit of a problem. Haha. ))
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