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Post by geob on Jan 2, 2009 16:51:27 GMT -5
Foehn Miri was lost in the music. Eyes closed she continued her harmony with Falling Star, her hooves moving in rhythm mostly in place but not entirely. Suddenly she feels contact. Opening her eyes she is embarrassed to discover she has bumped one of the humans. To make it worse she has pushed the female into the male who in turn sloshed wine from the goblet in his extended hand. "Oh, please! Pardon me," Foehn Miri rushes to apologize. Then she recognizes who she had bumped. "Oh, Tyden, Lilaini, I am so sorry. How foal-footed of me! What can I...How can I...umm. I am most sorry." With each phrase her head droops a little lower.
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Post by jadecorrine on Jan 2, 2009 23:39:10 GMT -5
Cheri poked around the edges of the festivities, observing. Since she had slipped through that funky portal she’d been trying desperately not to be noticed, while at the same time hoping any one of the friendly-seeming people or – she was still trying to wrap her head around this one – Unicorns would approach and befriend her. She really wanted to dance and drink and nibble some of the snacks set out, make some friends, but she was terrified someone would yell at her, tell her that she didn’t belong. That was probably completely irrational, but all the same she couldn’t bring herself to join in the fun uninvited.
Tonight Cheri felt distracted. Well, more distracted than usual. She did have a tendency to zone out. But tonight she’d almost blundered into the middle of things twice. Fortunately everyone else seemed pretty distracted by the transparent girl and the dancing. She charted her wandering mind up to not quite being over the Unicorn thing yet. Plus, now there were ghosts and dragons… the whole situation was amazing, but there was no denying its reality. She shook her head and continued scoping out the party, looking for someone who seemed friendly, approachable, and – most of all – not surrounded by others.
As Cheri stood there she felt something warm and soft on her neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should be startled, but instead she felt an incredible calm rush over her. She shut her eyes and reached her hand up to stroke the muzzle by her ear.
*Poor thing, you look so lonely.*
Cheri sighed and looked up to see a beautiful sky blue mare looking at her. “Thanks. I guess i am.” Was it possible for an equine to raise an eyebrow? If it were, this pretty thing was certainly doing so.
*You can hear me? The Guardians are the only humans who are telepathic. Why can you hear me?*
“Telepathic? I’m not telepathic.” Cheri looked around, confused. Only then did she realize that the mare was not in fact talking, but simply nudging her mind with her thoughts. “I don’t know. Look, i’m Cheri.”
*Alcyone. Maybe… maybe i was drawn to you for a reason. Would you like me to take you around? I could introduce you to some friends.*
Cheri smiled for the first time in a while. “Yeah, i think i’d like that.”
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Post by silentmoon on Jan 3, 2009 10:36:15 GMT -5
Acheflow remained quiet, relishing in her father's attention under a euphoric mood. Nothing could ruin this moment, atleast, not for her. She felt teeth all along her mane, right between her ears too. Before a little while, the kore leaned forward, stretching her neck a bit further incase Falling Star could get a certain itch on her whither, closer down to the end of fluffy mane.
"I ran away from mommy." She said, not really sad or excited about the thought. "But that okay! I found a new home." Acheflow offered a little smile, her emerald eyes peering up from under.
But he started to sing again, so she let that slide away. The black kore let the rhyme go on for a while, just so she could get the feel of the tune. However, singing seemed like a daunting thing if she thought about it. Instead, Acheflow began with pride. Though she stumbled a few times from the lack of singing expirience, she tried again. This time, her voice came out strong, thought still holding the very essense of her youth and age in the mix. The world faded away, line by line, word by word, step by step... until they finished.
Closing her eyes, Ali drank in the music with her ears. His voice is lovely, she seemed to gawk in her mind. She opened her eyes again to see Liam, the soldier, talking to the guardians. They seemed to get along well, whether it was from getting a bit tipsy from all the wine and espeicially Tyden, who didn't mind. The girl shot him a warm smile, any earlier traces of hatred melting away. But she said nothing more, not quite interested in getting near... them. she thought, with an amusing smile.
"Hey, Fiera, I'm going to be gone for awhile ok? I'm going to meet some of the others." Ali said, letting her voice physically drift away but kept her mental link in connection. It wasn't like she could run away from it anyways. It was a part of her now, something she would have to get chillingly used to.
Fiera nodded once, understanding when a red mare, who was with the black appy youngling earlier, came nearer. She let her forelock fall over of her eye, revealing one to look on. A sly grim came at the other mare's question, which she answered with interest.
"I think Brona is interesting. But I don't think she belongs here as in physically. And her body must be somewhere. That place I know not." Her voice drifted off at the possibilities, but it wasn't her place to speak about that or offer empty statements. "She possibly could, only she would know. But if you thought about it, she probably has a remedy to it all. Face the problem at hand, I'm sure we'd help." Fiera made her last words a little in Brona's ear shot - hinting at the hospitality she was offering on this fine night.
((Woohoo! Got in a post ;D))
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Post by zephyr on Jan 3, 2009 13:07:21 GMT -5
When Brona's eyes located Pasiphae, she was shocked to see that the man with her - Liam, she remembered - was staring at her with animosity. Why? What had she done to him, or anyone? Well, if it was a dream, maybe it was someone her subconscious remembered. Maybe someone she'd hurt, and regretted, and her subconscious was blaming her for not making up? But she was pretty sure she'd never met someone with an accent like his....
She began to drift over their way - maybe speaking to him would help?
But then he was speaking to the kore - Kyn, the one who'd run from her - hopefully not joining sides against her, she'd seen the man reach for a sword. And incorporeal state aside, she wasn't eager to have enemies here, dream or not. At least, currently, the dream wasn't a nightmare!
But there was too much to pay attention to - she couldn't understand how her subconscious was suddenly so very active! Falling Star and Acheflow were singing what sounded like a children's song - Brona tilted her head and listened, feeling a faint nostalgia - were Neely here, she'd no doubt make up a second stanza or two, the Sphinx teaching the young kor to see things from a different perspective. Keely had always been more clever with words - the only thing Brona had cared about was horses. And it had been her ruin.
She shook off the melancholy that suffused her when she thought of her sister - nothing she could do, was there? - and redirected her attention around her. Pasiphae was dancing with Arieon, and Tyden and Odin had made Liam's acquaintance, and then Liam was meeting Rhaine - well, reason enough to procrastinate on meeting him, wasn't it? Or meeting any of the humans, anyway. And why did she want to talk to unicorns? They looked and moved like horses - and it was a horse that had taken away her life and left her only with hollow dreams.
She 'sat' down near the fire (hovering nearly in the flames, rather - she couldn't feel the heat, and it couldn't burn her, but she had come to love surrounding herself with the dancing flames), and let her mind wander in memory. The dancing unicorns around her and the singing let her lapse into almost a trance, where she could push all her feelings aside and really just drift, like a proper dream. When she closed her eyes, and no talking dancing unicorns filled her field of vision, she could pretend they were people surrounding her.
When she had opened them, she was still facing the fire and those dancing, but like a cloud blown on the wind, she'd drifted off a bit. Not too far - she could still seeing the slightly sloshed Lilaini and Tyden dancing (or trying to dance), and she couldn't suppress a smile at the two Guardians.
And then words caught her ear - not hard, since she'd drifted almost right into Fiera and Luminista - who were, apparently, interested in her. "....don't think she belongs here," she caught, and once caught, her ears heard the rest. Resigned, she turned to face them and drifted closer.
"I don't think it's possible for someone to not 'belong' in a dream," she said flatly, "Since dreams aren't exactly ruled by logic or physics. As for me and why I am dreaming, it's because I was in an - accident," she said, glossing over the type, "and it left me unable to move, paralysed from the neck down. Now my body is unconscious." She shrugged, the movement halfhearted. "Even if I were to wake up someday, there's nothing worth waking up for. I can't do anything, I can't even feel anything." Her face twisted with pain she couldn't hide, and unaware she spoke aloud, "Neely's better off if I'm not there, she'd feel like she had to be with me all the time if I was awake." She let her words fade, letting her mind swirl into memories.
Her eyes had gone vague and distant, seeing memories the unicorns couldn't see. "Chance," she whispered, seeing again the flashing hooves, the white-and-chestnut coat, in her mind. She didn't even know what had happened to Chance, the horse she'd been riding when they'd slipped on a water-bank combo in a XC event.
Then she shook off her thoughts and suppressed them ruthlessly again. She wasn't going to worry about Chance, or think about Neely - she wasn't, darnit! She mustered a smile for Fiera and Luminista. "So, ah....why do you think I don't belong here, then?Do I belong less than, say - " she nodded towards Liam, where he seemed to be getting on better with the Guardians. Better than he had with some of them before, from stories she'd heard in her first week here. "him? He has a body, but a chunk of his memories are gone. I have all my memories," wanted or not, "but no body."
***I really AM trying to cut down on the angst, but I'm trying to tell her backstory, and truthfully, Brona's still stuck in the "I FEEL SO SORRY FOR MYSELF, I'M A MARTYR phase, and since she thinks she's dreaming and she's the only one 'real', she isn't quite sympathetic to anyone who isn't as 'real' to her. That'll change as she begins to believe in Kalidore, I promise!
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 3, 2009 17:29:16 GMT -5
At Ache’s small reply, Falling Star had almost swallowed his song, but his outward expression didn’t change, and his eyes on the foal stayed fixed and soft. And when he was done the first verse, he leaned down to nuzzle her again, no hint that anything was amiss, as the young thing had moved passed the moment and we happily singing. “Well done, little one! A finer singer, such a strong voice! Shall we carry on?” And he began again - Well, all accounts are vari'ed, But all agree the wise sphinx said, "You think I squawk? Ah, you are young - You just need to learn my tongue. And I have 'horns' - they count twice ten - Wings bear me far, and back again. And as for life high in a tree - Perhaps there's more that I can see? Youngling kor, all life from Kala springs; Those with hooves and horns - those with claws and wings. And so I ask you, silly minx, Oughtn't you wish you were a sphinx?"
And they sung the song until it ended, their voices illuminating the night until even the echo finally fell away. Falling Star stooped down again, and gave the foal a final nudge. “Keep singing, little daughter. I must converse with thine uncle, and you are happy here with your friends. I shall return.” He pulled from the kore with gentle grace, turning to catch Arieon’s ear as he passed him by. “Sing on, brother – I must away, but let us not deprive these people of their music!” The spotted stallion turned without waiting for an answer and stole through the flickering shadows in search of Odin. ((Huge thanks to Zephyrae for completing the second verse of the Sphinx's Song! ))
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Post by Admin on Jan 3, 2009 18:06:14 GMT -5
Arieon had been waiting for his dancing partners response to his apology when his brother’s urgent voice caught his attention. Before he could answer the spotted stallion was off again, and Arieon had no choice but to assent. He pondered a few seconds, wondering what it was he should sing. The cremello stallions talent was more towards the dancing aspect of music, but like any good stallion he had been schooled in the area of singing. He lacked the mesmerising quality of his brother’s voice, but was well taught enough that his song was still enjoyable. The tune would have been all that more engaging had it not been a follow up to such a marvellous singer, but this was unavoidable. Looking back to Phae, the stallion decided upon a song and sought to use this moment to further entice his partner to continue to dance with him. Clearing his throat, Arieon began to sing his tune. His voice was much deeper than those around would have expected if they had not yet heard him sing, and it rose up through the night air like a rhythmic drumming. Sing, wild wind, of untamed hair And untamed hearts of star-born mares Who traverse through our mind’s desire Alight our souls with catching fire Lift our hooves and hearts to dance Our lips to sing, our souls to prance And dream of nights both long and sweet Where under starry’d skies we meet And dance together, souls as one Betwix Kal’s moon and Kaedon’s sun As swept away, the wind, our cares Who sings the song of star-born mares ~ [/i] He directed the tune towards the bay mare, and continued to dance to the rhythm of his own song.
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Post by varuna on Jan 4, 2009 2:24:13 GMT -5
It would figure, wouldn't it? Rah'wen arrived, just as Falling Star's song came to a close and Aireon picked up. It was difficult for her to admit that both stallions had a way with song and their voices, but it did not make it less true. Even to her. Though it would be as tough as pulling out her teeth to get her to admit that little bit of truth. Snorting softly to herself as she closed in on those gathered in the clearing. Hoofing her way around the main event (Aireon seemingly fixing his attentions on a mare, Enough to roll her eyes at..), she nosed about for something interesting. Anything, really. Though what did catch her sharp blue eyes that man(Tiden), quickly with a narrowed gaze she pinned him. Oh, no. No, surely not. There was not another. Wait. Step, step, step. OH! There was another man (Liam)! Invading. Multiplying, even! Someone ought to have raised some alarm, it wasn't too late. A bell, or even a really loud whinny would have been enough, for someone to have let everyone, or at least her, know. But now she was left to be surprised at another man's entrance into their world. Cockroaches! They would... uh.. breed! And make more! They'd never be rid of them! Woe for their world! But nevertheless, from her several hoofy-paces away, she moved that not-so-friendly stare to him(Liam) and gave a ruffled snort, whispering as it was. Well, if that wasn't enough to make her want to... well, eat something. Oh, yes. Eat something. That would help her cope. Maybe. Probably not. But at least she could eye them from a distance without looking like she was just... dumbstruck and staring alone. Ooo~ Honey buns. Perfect. Sticky and sweet enough to make even her forget, for a moment, that men were attempting to take over.
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Post by Delicious on Jan 4, 2009 4:58:08 GMT -5
Lana leaned against Spirit's velveted side, rising and falling slightly with every breath the mare took. It was a soothing rocking motion, and combined with the heat of the fire, and a full stomach - she felt a warm drowsiness creeping slowly upon her. The lights of the fire and movement had kept her awake at first, and Acosua's story had been particularly riveting (as relayed by Spirit, of course), but now that the party had moved into singing and dancing she had paid attention for a while - but soon lost track, as even Spirit's dedicated attempts at translating left her a bit lagged at best. She smiled up at the mare, and let her head loll against her shoulder, pillowed on the warm muscle. The wheatened mare whuffled softly into the girls hair in reply. *Tired so soon, dearheart? Shall we make our way back to the temple, to bed?* *You don't think they'd mind, awfully, do you?* Lana sent in reply, yawning. *It's just ... I'm so very tired. It's all so lovely and all ... I'm still not used to staying up late, I think.* She blinked sleepily at the mare. *Not at all, it's all sort of free form anyways. Just climb aboard, sweetling - and we'll be off.* Spirit replied, nuzzling the girl as she gradually brought herself to her feet and pulled herself onto the warm back of the unicorn. Slowly, taking great care to not to jostle her passenger, Spirit stood up. Arching her head around, she took stock of Lana (who, in her tiredness, was making poor show of her riding skills - sprawled out along the mare's back as she was) before making her way towards the edge of the clearing and the beginning of the path that would take her towards the temple. Their early leavetaking garnered a few raised eyebrows, but Spirit simply smiled and wished them a happy festival-night, and the owners of the eyebrows simply shrugged and sooned return their focus back to the festivities at hand. *Mmm. I think I could fall asleep, just like this.* Lana sent as Spirit walked up the wooded path, enjoying the cool night air as it caressed her fire heated skin. *Perhaps.* replied Spirit, all amusement at the remark. *But I'd wager you'd wake up tomorrow too sore to sit straight.* *T'would be worth it.* she sent, and even Lana's mental tone came across as a contentedly drowsy as a cat's purr. *** "I mean you no dishonor, Lady - but I would be a poor guest indeed if I were to do anything but await aught but your OWN pleasure." Liam said, quirking a smile at the dark-haired woman. "Can I fetch you a drink, more wine if you'd wish - or spring water? Juice? Or food if you'd rather - some of the fruit, a honey biscuit?" He peered at the young lady, hoping to catch a glimpse of interest in one of the offers. Perhaps then, he thought, he might distract her from whatever had put such a pained expression on her lovely face moments ago. He debated momentarily whether or not he should ask her dance, but decided against it - figuring that it would be too free a gesture with such an obvioiusly high ranking individual on the island. Liam had little wish to offend anyone ELSE if possible. *** Pasiphae's open mouth snapped shut at Arieon's ... well, she wouldn't call it an apology exactly. She huffed, hating to admit to herself that she actually ENJOYED the attention from the obviously puffed up loon of a stallion*. Actually, the fact that she enjoyed it irritated her further - when it seemed obvious to herself that it was nothing real, nothing lasting. For all his compliments, he couldn't recall if they had ... ? Surely if he were actually enamoured in any way, she would have had a more lasting impact than THAT. Although, she glanced across the fire, a sharp pang lancing through her chest as she noted the absence of the wheaten mare and her Companion. A quick scan of the rest of the crowd left her with no other conclusion - gone without a word then, or even a nod goodbye. After scarely putting two words together since the incident with Liam on the road the day before, and now this. Well, then - perhaps a more "lasting" impact was outside of her reach - joined at the shoulder for seasons, years even, and then it all disappears in a moment. She shook her head, willing herself dash the moisture that threatened to collect in the wells of her eyes. No then - if there was to be no longer future, then living in the moment she would do. She flicked her tail, and moved closer to the crean stallion again - rubbing her coat against his side in as flirtatious a fashion (unpracticed as she was) as she could manage. Pressed up beside him, she moved along with his dance, and raised her voice in harmony with the final verse of his song. (*It's not personal exactly. Pasiphae is of the opinion, at this point, that anyone who thinks well of her is basically a loon. No holds barred. Heh. The puffed up bit ... well, we all know it's at least a BIT true.)
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Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2009 11:29:34 GMT -5
As thing’s seemed to calm down, Gypsy moved away from the spirit named Brona and headed back towards where the Guardians had been. Her mind was somewhat troubled by the apparitions appearance but pushed it from her mind as something to be dealt with by someone more knowledgeable then herself. Weaving her way throw the crowd of humans and unicorns alike, she came back to where she had last left the young woman. Looking around she saw Lilaini and Tyden dancing, and when she rubbed up against her companions mind she felt a distinct fogginess to her thoughts. Turning her gaze in the other direction she saw a young man speaking with Rhaine. Her ears pricked as she heard the gentlemen introduce himself as Liam and she found his manners and nature very agreeable. Not wanting to intrude she was about to wander off in search of other company when Rhaine’s voice reached her ears. The mare paused and snorted in laughter at what she heard. That child really does not understand how things sound sometimes, the mare thought in amusement. My duty is to service you indeed. Deciding it was best to continue her course, she moved off but relayed the amusing comment to Lilaini, which took her several attempts. The Guardians thought process was not nearly as sharp and receptive so it took a moment to ensure she had actually received the message. Ignorant of the fact that her dancing was not quite as graceful as normal, the young woman continued to twirl about. Eighty percent of the time the movements were fluid with lovely lines, but then occasionally her body became cognisant of the amount of gravity pushing on it and she would sway unsteadily. None of this tempered her spirit, in fact it only seemed to encourage it. Moving in close to Tyden again, the wine goblet flitted through her peripheral vision and her hand went out instinctively after it as she was suddenly overcome with thirst. As she was attempting to pluck the goblet from her dancing partners hand, she felt contact from behind her and was sent sprawling forward into Tyden. To her immediate dismay the wine began to slosh everywhere, but as she was mourning the loss of goblets contents Gypsy’s thoughts rubbed against her own. After a few seconds of silence she burst out laughing.
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Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2009 11:54:48 GMT -5
Arieon was ignorant to the thoughts that were clouding his dancing partners thoughts. Too distracted was he by trying to accomplish his best singing voice to notice any fleeting expressions that crossed the mares face. Normally, a stallions ego might inflate when their advances worked and the mare’s anger tempered, but as the cremello stallion’s ego was already vastly larger than any other stallions it was only what he had expected to happen. He was glad when the mare moved back in close to him and even picked up the final verse of the song with him, her voice complimenting his own very nicely. The pair continued to move and sing for the enjoyment of the rest of the crowd. ((We are kinda stuck here atm now though, because he needs to keep singing for the others until the dancing has finished o.O)
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 4, 2009 12:07:05 GMT -5
Xanthe was doing her best to frown despite Odin’s attention, but found it was a loosing battle. Her father had a way of making his point, not so much by winning it as simply by showing it to be true; she’d never won an augment with him, and in retrospect, she probably didn’t want to try. She did, however, grumbled slightly with resistance, just to prove her point, until finally submitting to enjoy the grooming. The soft the rhythm of hooves on turf made her look up to see Falling Star approach them, bobbing his head genially to everyone he passed, but even the Kore could tell something was wrong by the hurried gait to his walk and the way is eyes cast back to some point behind him. He slid to a stop alongside, a small bow to her as he turned to Odin. “Forgive my intrusion, brother, but I have something I must discuss with you. And apologies to you, wee Xanthe, to deprive you of your company.” It was a dismissal, however elegantly stated, and one that Xanthe realized with a quick glance was expected to be upheld. “I’m not that little,” she retorted, a little harsher then she intended, and realizing how it must have sounded to her elders added, “I am growing as fast as I can.” The spotted stallion’s green eyes lit with a certain mirthfulness that relayed nothing had be took to heart. “Aye, I see that,” he reached out to bump her affectionately with his nose. “But there’s no need to grow up too quickly on us, hear?” Easy for you to say, Xanthe thought. They take you seriously. But she simply bobbed her in a tidy bow of her own, and took her leave. Back into the cool night she trotted briskly, her eye wandering over the party in search of someone she knew. Her eyes had found Rhaine first, and a small stab of betrayal struck her chest as she saw her mother’s companion conversing with that horrid man. She turned abruptly and headed the other way, seeking out Ali and Fiera, but the seemed engaged with the odd hovering wisp. And Phae… was dancing, and seemed to be quite involved with her partner… Xanthe sighed. Even the other kors her age had begun to frolic around the fire as well, but her heart wasn’t quite into dancing, not now. At the edge of the fire, she spotted a new face, a young woman whom she’d not noticed before, speaking with a sky blue mare. The woman looked a bit unsure of herself, but upon the arrival of the mare her face had lit up, glowing bright even in the fire’s uneasy light. New companions? her nose quivered. Curiosity got the better of her and she wandered over to the pair. “Hello!” she greeted. “I’m Xanthe. You’re new here too, I don’t think I remember you…” * * * Tyden managed to hold the goblet out of reach, just barely, and rightened his partner’s momentum as she reached for it. “I see this is a loosing battle, so long as there’s wine involved,” he feigned disappointment, “and here I thought you were here to dance with me.” Lilaini grinned at his mock distress, and moved in close, slipping her arms around his waist. She was about to speak, her eyes narrowing in a most put on seductive manner when Foehn Miri slammed into them from behind. That was more then enough to overcome the woman's equilibrium, but luckily Tyden was in a slightly better state and held his balance, and her, losing a few feet backwards and he regained control. Tottering perilously as they were, he lost the goblet. "Well," he frowned, blinking as some of the wine splashed upwards towards them. "I guess that takes care of the competition. Sort of by the powers of deduction then, that leaves me." And in response, Lilaini burst out laughing.
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Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2009 12:46:02 GMT -5
The Guardian needed several seconds in which to regain control over herself, and wiping a tear that had began to pool at the corner of her eyes she regarded Tyden who was still locked between her arms. A slightly deflated and crushed look now covered his face, and the young woman was quick to reassure him. “I’m not laughing at you silly,” she began while contemplating why it was that male’s had such incredibly delicate egos. “Gypsy just relayed me a rather amusing comment of Rhaine’s, and I’m beginning to wonder what it is we are going to do with her.” Noticing that this quickly made the crushing look leave the young man’s face, she rested her head on his chest in amusement and proceeded to giggle to herself. When they didn’t resume dancing right away she finally relented to the questing gaze and leaned in to whisper—
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 4, 2009 12:56:25 GMT -5
" She did WHAT?" Tyden's expression blanked. He also lost his footing, or the awareness that he had feet, and they went down with thud.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 4, 2009 17:03:30 GMT -5
Rhaine, still oblivious of her blunder, was gracefully kept that way by Liam’s tidy response, so survived it with grace intact. She watched him carefully as he talked, considering the man before her with what she already knew of him - a soldier, one who had perused the unicorns and companions, sworn against the very idea of them, and who had only scattered bits of those memories left. It was a curious, she reflected, for even without them they pained him, as he was obviously taking great care not offend anyone while he was here. Would he want them back? or would that possibility be even worse? Her brows knit together again softly as she pondered, until his insistence drew her back into the here and now: here they were, and again, herself playing at best the distracted hostess, now, how could she fix this? "Wine, I should think not," she allowed a small grin as shook her head. "I've had my fill of it this evening, but do not let that stop you from enjoying some yourself. Here, a glass; the vintage is quite good, I'm told, though I've never had the sense to tell the difference." She pressed the goblet into his hand, and poured off the last of the bottle, stopping to catch the dregs. "Please, enjoy Liam, I insist." Arieon's deep baritone and replaced Falling Star's lively tune, and the dancers around the fire shifted to sway in time with the stallion's ballad. The night filled her again with infectious harmony, as one by one the unicorns joined in to dance. "I forgot how lovely the Festival night was," she sighed. "You have certainly chosen the best time to arrive," she inclined towards Liam. "Really, 'tis almost sad tomorrow we go back to our daily routines... ah well, might as well enjoy it while we can. Did you want to join the dance? I cannot promise to be as graceful as Lilaini, despite how hard she's tried to teach me, but I shan't step on your feet, I promise that much," she grinned.
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Post by geob on Jan 4, 2009 17:30:43 GMT -5
Cocking her head to one side as she considered the confused apparition, Luminista said with a glance toward the other mare, "Correct me if I am wrong Fiera, but I think, Brona, that Fiera simply means that you are in a sense straddling the fence. Or perhaps you are at a cross-roads. Regardless, you have not committed yourself to one place, but instead you stand undecided." Considering possibilities she added, "Like maybe if you were committed to being here your form would be solid? The solution seems to rest with you." Luminista tries working it out in her head, but the possibilities overwhelm her. She tosses her head. "Really, the problem is beyond me." Foehne Miri's head pops back up at the sound of laughter. Confused, she watches the couple* for a moment. When they land in a heap at her feet she can't help but laugh at Tyden's startled expression. Still chuckling she lowers her head and offers, "Here, grab my mane and I will help you up." * Tyden and Lilaini
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Post by shazzadee86 on Jan 4, 2009 20:10:41 GMT -5
As the dancing continued to spread amongst the unicorns and companions present at the festival, Persephone nudged Aislinn and Abigail with her velvet nose. 'This is a festival and we should be dancing! Arieon is giving us a wonderful performance and I am of a mind to take advantage of it!' With that, she lead the way into the midst of the dancing and started falling into step with those around her, beckoning to her companion and her friend to join her. With a laugh, Aislinn turned back to Abigail and Hyacinth. 'I suppose the songs and stories of Kalidore might seem repetitive after awhile, but they are new to many still, human and unicorn alike. Persephone is right though. This is a festival and we should be dancing! So come and join us if you wish, you're both welcome too.' With that Aislinn turned and followed her unicorn companion, joining in with the dancers. *** Pan was enjoying this dancing caper, prancing and jumping around with Kyn. He was fun (for a koros) and she was enjoying his company almost as much as the dancing. As Falling Star's singing came to a conclusion, she found herself a little disappointed, she always enjoyed listening to her father's voice. The silence didn't linger however, as Arieon started singing, and the dancing around her didn't miss a beat. 'I'm Pan, by the way. My dad just finished singing, that's your dad singing now, right?' she asked Kyn as she started to try and mimic the steps of those around her, without an overabundance of success.
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Post by Delicious on Jan 4, 2009 21:09:48 GMT -5
Pasiphae let herself fall into a mesmerised glow - the warmth of the fire and the heat that radiated from the stallion beside her leaving her heavily flushed and the skin all a-tingle. She left off thinking about her footwork, and soon her hooves were flashing prettily with minds of their own - executing small syncopated steps alongside Arieon's own. The result wasn't jarring at all, instead proving to rub their two sides together in an even more suggestive fashion. Had the Pasiphae of a half an hour been there to watch, she probably would have been highly embarassed at her provacative behaviour, but in her current state she thought nothing of it - and simply threw herself head-long into the music, all the while clinging to the small pleasure of their contact with a single-minded fervor that should have frightened her. Masquerade stood in the dappled shadows of the woods that ringed the festival clearing. It was a strange night that brought her out of her solitary ramblings and so close to such a bright and bubbling collection of persons. But tonight was the Harvest festival, and even as lonely and quiet a soul as her own graviated towards the warmth and cheer that pulsed with such lively heat in the heart of Kalidore. Her quiet stillness belied her tense concentration on the scenes that played out before her - her ears pricked forward, and muscles so tense they quivered. When the brightness and movement became too much (so used to stillness and solitude was she, the twirling dance made her dizzy), she let her eyes slip close, and let her ears drink in the song and the drumming percussion of a hundred hooves that danced in time. Liam graciously accepted the proffered goblet, and took a long drink - appreciating the cool smooth texture as it slid down his throat. "I've little experience m'self Lady, as I'm generally more of a beer man, but this is as fine a wine as any I can recall tasting." He replied, smiling cheerily at the lovely brunette before tipping back his head and finishing the off the glass. As the wine collected in the pit of his stomach, it radiated a faint and pleasant heat that paired nicely with the external warmth the from bonfire. As his companion reflected on the night and the festival, he found himself nodding and smiling still - and he wondered briefly at such a place, and such people that could dispell his worries with such ease. However, as Rhaine remarked on the dance, he ceased his internal musings and placed his glass down upon a nearby table. "You honor me, Lady - and I shall strive to do you credit, should you wish to take the floor. I'm no stranger to a rousing reel*, but I fear my knowledge may not overlap with your own." He peered down at the woman, his expression a picture of careful concern, although the thoughts of garnering some sort of offense at his admission worried at the edges of his compsure. *In fact, Liam had been a favorite of the dancing master of his parish before he had grown too old for such full-time pursuits, and had enlisted. As it was, he still had been often called on as a partner during a rousing night at the local tavern. His skills had rusted, t'was certain, but his feet often had a mind of their own once Liam started a'tapping.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 4, 2009 22:22:41 GMT -5
"Nonsense," said Rhaine gleefully, taking him firmly by the hand once his drink was set down. "There are few formal dances here - mostly, it's about rhythm, for in music are we so sweetly reminded of that that eternal rhythm that flows through us all. To dance is a celebration of that notion, a gift from Kal, and how is there a wrong way to celebrate?" Her eyes were laughing as she could see Liam was really working hard to sort through his reservations, and in truth this fed into her own innate nature to comfort and nurture whomever might be in need; plus, there was too much to be joyous about and waste on worry now. She pulled along side the dancing unicorns, who moved easily to give them room. "You see?" she spoke to him, "it's all within the rhythm. So do not worry what your head is telling you to do, let you feet find it on their own, and you might be surprised to discover what you already know!"
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Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2009 22:27:06 GMT -5
Lilaini had barely finished her sentence before her companion lost his footing and they both went down. “Oof!”, the noise escaped her lips as their downward spiral came to a crashing halt. Her landing was much softer then his though as she had the good fortune to land on top of Tyden, where as he landed on the unforgiving ground. Brushing the hair out of her face, the Guardian blinked a few times to try and get her eyes to refocus. Taking note of the position they were currently in she grinned seductively and raised her head off his chest. “Well now, I’m beginning to see what you were getting at about eliminating the competition so I would pay attention to you. If you really wanted us to wind up in this position all you had to do……..”, the young woman’s voice trailed off as she noticed that young man’s gaze was not meeting her own but looking past her. She turned her head instinctively to see what had caught his attention.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 4, 2009 22:40:29 GMT -5
The wind was knocked out of him quite effectively and all he could do at first was gasp. Lilaini, though not particularly heavy, was not at her most graceful and the landing had been hard. Possibly there were a few stars, or actually, those might have been real ones, and he was staring up at them. Lilaini was peering down too, as was Fohen Miri a step behind. Brute consciousness came roaring back to him. He blinked. " She said..... what did she say?" he scrambled upwards, perhaps only noticing Lilaini was there when he looked for a reason why it was so difficult to do so, or with the small exclamation when she made when she tumbled off. He almost achieved sitting, his gaze drawn across the the field. "She's... she..."
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Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2009 22:46:30 GMT -5
She made another loud “Oof!” noise as Tyden sent her sprawling. A look of momentary annoyance quickly passed over her face as she began to dust herself off. “Oh Tyden really, it’s Rhaine. You know she didn’t mean it that way at all, she’s a pure innocent person. Unlike you or I….Especially you.” She said tartly. Looking over she pinched him hard on the arm to get his attention. “She’s dancing is all. Perhaps you should keep a better eye on your harem then if you don’t want them dancing with other stallions.” Her annoyed mood quickly passed and she shoved him playfully.
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Post by Delicious on Jan 4, 2009 23:44:48 GMT -5
Liam smiled, allowing himself to be drawn along by the young winsome woman and her charming smile. As they nestled in amongst the swaying bodies of the press of unicorns that circled the fire, he found himself relaxing just a bit more – whether it was as a result of his amiable company, or because the glass of wine was finally working to loosen him up, he wasn’t quite sure. Against his better judgment he soon found his large hands encircling her waist, and moving alongside her lithe, twirling form with footwork that seemed to increase exponentially in speed and complexity. As the minutes passed, and the pounding of his heart raced to match the pounding of their feet, he threw back his head and laughed – unable to contain the heady joy that began bubbling from deep within. He flashed a grin at his partner, and in his exhilaration found himself urging the dance on ever faster, until finally he grew to be too much – and he had to pause, panting heavily, all the while grinning hugely. “ Lady …” he gasped between enormous gulping breaths, practically doubled over, “You must be some sort o' sylph ... you do yourself too little credit.” He waved a finger, indicating that he meant to go on as soon as he could catch his breath, “In my years … and they have been several … I’ve never come across a lass with as light o’ feet as your’n.”
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 5, 2009 1:11:17 GMT -5
Rhaine shrieked with laughter as they swirled, the unicorns flashing around them with increasing speed and gaiety. The wine's moodiness had left her completely, and she was filled brimming instead with the near euphoric quality of merry the night; now that her dance partner was also enjoying himself, her duty to her guest was absolute, and she laughed with the sheer delight of it. So she followed when he pulled her close, fell beside him in easy comradeship and encouraged him to match her pace, which he did increasingly well with each passing verse. His animation fed hers, and faster and faster they went until the speed was not sustainable. It was with another burst of laughter that they fell apart, and she reached out to steady him as he stooped for his breath, in case the effects of the late-season wine had taken hold. "Oh, nay," she she shook her head, her own breath short as she answered him. "Not I... or at least, not alone." She smiled happily while he worked to catch his wind, feeling her own heart grow steady in her chest. "The rhythm may sway our feet, but it takes two to bring harmony into this worldly dance."
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Post by silentmoon on Jan 5, 2009 11:53:56 GMT -5
Fiera hummed quietly to herself, passing the time of Brona's come back of sorts. Not that what she said really bothered her, nothing ever did really, excpet for somethings. She was closing her eyes, to be lost deep in thought, but leaving them just barely open. Her ears flickered to catch the flat words that Brona was saying, drawing them deep into her thoughts. When she was done, Fiera took the pleasure of returning her site back to this land, where they turned to Brona. They peired into the transparent girl's with such a direct gaze, it was hard not to make anyone flinch.
"I said, child, that you can believe this to be a dream or reality. However you wish. Run and deny, or face and accept. It won't change much, atleast, not for me." She paused a moment, contemplating on whether to speak further or not. "You should listen more carefully dear. I also said that you don't belong here as in physically. You're body isn't here, probably somewhere on old Earth. But it's just my guess. No reason to get so rash. And Luminista speaks true."
"Everyone has their place." Was the second to final thing Fiera was going to offer to the girl, ignoring most of everything she said. including the question about Liam or the guardians.
The chestnut mare gave a little wink to Brona, hoping she wouldn't turn this into a moping fest. After all, it was a night of festivities. Just look at the guardians!
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Acheflow carried on for awhile, until the song ended in daughter and father harmony. Her eyes sparkled at her new accomplishment, relishing in her father's attention. But as he moved away to talk with Uncle Odin, she felt herself drop. However, the kore kept at it and gave a look of understanding (even if it was just barely) and turned around to head for a random group of unicorns. She was going to try to avoid the humans tonight, especially the one that tried to hold her down.
Her spindle-legs careened through the knee high grass and over to Brona, hoping that the girl would have sometime to romp around or play for that matter. The big unicorn was somewhere else now, and she didn't feel like finding her. Atleast, not right now.
"Hiii!" The spotted kore shrilled in such a jovius tone, a broad look on her little features. "What your name?"
Fiera laughed with amusement, wondering how the others would react before bending down to nuzzle Acheflow before nudging her off towards Luminista. Which, the kore took a happy leap towards the red mare.
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Ali sat down to hold a honey bun in her mouth before pulling her arms and hands back to support herself. She laid down with a casual 'thump' in the grass. "Mmm... I seem to always make such trouble everytime." She said to herself, enjoying the amusement and honey bun. She wasn't to far away from everyone else, though far enough to hear the sound of music and laughter on faintly in the background. She stared up into the starry night sky, her eyes wondering around to find those constellations and compare them to Earth's. But a few seemed alike, "Must share the same sky." Said Ali, finising her honey bun while at it.
The wind breezed by, gently swaying the grass but billowing her long hair into her face. The girl got up to pull the hair back before noticing something that landing on her stomach. She looked down to pick it up, examining it a bit closer. In her hands were sweet smelling flowers; pink in the inside while it's soft milky petals extended from the core. The flower's leaves were of a fresh green, and the petals scented of sweet honey dew. "Pretty, I think I'll keep this." Said Ali, who laid back down with a small grin and placed the flowers on her stomach again.
"Reminds of me of Odette." Amaterasu suggested lightly, coming to stand by the girl on the ground. "Greeting again."
"Shouldn't you be at with the others?" Ali looked up, inquiring softly. "And who's Odette? Sounds like a swan to me."
"Well, let's just say I like to keep my distance at such large festivities. And Odette is a lovely young mare, she smells delightful like those flowers you got there." Amaterasu laughed, which chimed somewhat like bells. "I believe she's around her somewhere. The girl's shy as ever and refuses to go anywhere, much."
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Post by shazzadee86 on Jan 6, 2009 6:54:48 GMT -5
'Hal! Hal! Look!! It's started already!!' The bay pinto mare was practically prancing in excitement, she'd been looking forward to this day with an almost childlike glee, and not even the less than thrilled attitude of her friend, Halcyone, could dampen her spirits. Tossing her head, she started to weave back and forwards, waiting for Halcyone to catch up.
'Yes, Kin. It's started. Wow. Big Party, lots of unicorns. Great.' Not a lot of unicorns understood why Kinoren, always bouncing out of her skin in excitement, even when the circumstances where more mundane, could usually be found in the company of Halcyone, who tended to be apathetic to what was happening around her, considering to duo to be an odd pairing indeed. When she reached her friend's side, the purple mare took in the scene before her, the fire, unicorns, either dancing or generally socializing, and an increased number of humans since the Guardians had returned to Kalidore a week ago. In all honesty, she didn't see what all the fuss was about, but Kinoren was adamant when her mind was made up. They were going to the Harvest Ball.
'Oh, c'mon Hal, it'll be great! Singing, dancing, honey buns, not to mention meeting all the new faces! And catching up with the others of course! Look! So many new humans! Maybe they will know some new songs? Hal? Hal?? Are you listening to me?!?'
'Hmmrph? Listening? Of course.' Halcyone replied in a distant tone, she hadn't really been listening and Kinoren new it. Stamping her foot at the purple mare, Kin repeated herself, words spilling out so fast in her haste that they were almost slurred.
'No time to waste Hal! Hopefully there will be some honey buns left for us! Wonder if there will be... ' Kinoren in her exuberance started down towards the party at a canter, her voice being lost in the breeze as she went, thinking Halcyone had kept up. With a mild sigh, Halcyone started to follow her friend, a good distance already between them again as her steps weren't nearly as frequent.
Glancing towards the stars as she walked, she caught sight of a shooting star, and paused to make a wish before continuing down to the midst of all the dancing and music that was their destination.
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