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Post by Admin on Dec 27, 2008 14:57:02 GMT -5
Gypsy chuckled at the two mares with which she was conversing. “Ah yes, Odin is certainly a good strong, level headed stallion. He takes very good care of his herd.” Luminista had begun to speak again when suddenly a squeal of terror broke through the merriment and drowned out the words the red mare had spoken. Swinging her head around, Gypsy looked for the source of the distress. Her ears and eyes flicked around quickly, and at first didn’t see anything. Then as she continued to look more slowly, she saw the transparent figure of a young human woman. The bronze mare stared for several seconds in the direction of the figure, and then moved in her direction. Being old even by most unicorn standards, something of familiarity was gnawing at the back of Gypsy’s mind as she regarded the young woman. Pulling to a stop near her, she called out to the Kore that were nearby. “All of you, please be calm. I don’t think you have anything to fear.” Turning her green eyes upon the woman, she addressed her trying not to loose sight of where she was standing as the firelight danced hungrily. “Greetings, I am Gypsy. You do not need to watch from the sidelines, if you mean us no harm come and join the festivities.” The mare watched to see what the figures response would be. She had a look of longing on her face that gave the mare the impression of great distances. But she wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. She reached out with her mind, and let Lilaini know of their new visitor. Arieon had been looking amoungst the crowd to see if he could locate where his brothers were. A flash of chestnut brown caught his eye, and he saw where his two siblings were standing. It looked as though Falling Star was heading in this direction so he was content to allow his brother to come to him. Bending down to scratch his leg with is muzzle, he became rather alarmed as he noticed that mud had coated both of his front hooves. “Bah”, he scoffed, trying to hide the distress his messy hooves were causing him. And he began to non-nonchalantly rub his hooves in the grass. “Hello brother!”, he hollered out as redoubled his efforts. “Glad to see you could finally make it. I was worried I was going to have to entertain all the ladies myself this evening.” Hyacinthe lost interest in the unicorns and humans she was standing near. Tyden was making his way over and he rather annoyed her so she moved off and went to find another spot to stand. Moving through the crowd, she ignored all the commotion that was occurring around her and moodily stood a few feet away from Persephone and her companions. The icy blue mare stood there for awhile, ensuring to glare at those around her as much as possible if they happened to cast a look in her direction. She didn’t want to loose an opportunity to ensure everyone around her knew that she was NOT enjoying herself, and that she felt most of there antics were boring and annoying. When she was sure had shot nasty looks with nearly everyone in a twenty foot radius, she cast her gaze behind her and watched as the human continued to fuss over Persephone. “You went and brought one of those back to eh?” She retorted in the bay mares general direction. “Kalidore is going to be overrun by these two legged creatures. Pretty soon there wont be any room for us unicorns anymore.” Lilaini grinned at the puzzled look on her friends face. “Hrmm? Oh the Daiga yes I agree completely, but I’m sure she’s fine.” Releasing her friend’s hand she turned and realizing their goblets were stood up to go and refill them. She swooned slightly as gravity took hold, and she stood steadily herself momentarily. Once she had regained control of her equilibrium, the guardian refilled their goblets and hastened back to Rhaine’s side. “Here we go, we wouldn’t want to became parched I figure.” Casting an amused grin to Rhaine, she felt Gypsy’s mind brush up against her own. She became quiet for a second as she conversed with her companion telepathically. When they were finished she again spoke to her fellow Guardian. “Gypsy has just told me there is an apparition present. She says she recalls this happening perhaps once or twice before, but I personally do not remember anything like that.” Lifting her goblet she savoured the sweet taste. She had looked in towards her companion instinctively when Gypsy had contacted her and now she allowed her gaze to wash over the crowd. It stopped as she noticed Tyden standing with his back towards them, talking to Phae and Liam. Turning her head on an angle slightly she studied them before she began speaking again. Nudging Rhaine, she nodded in the groups general direction. “That’s a new outfit Tyden has on isn’t it? Those pants are rather flattering from this angle don’t you agree?” She grinned and took another drink from her goblet. **{Silent anything is not possible here Just what Lady W comes up with hehe}** (And I'm adding in the others as I slowly get them typed up)
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Post by shazzadee86 on Dec 27, 2008 17:31:39 GMT -5
Raising her head towards Hyacinthe, Persephone flattened her ears as she listened to the blue mare's comments. She'd never had much to do with her before, and couldn't understand what could drive a unicorn to such a bad temper. Rising to her feet, she closed the last of the distance between herself and Hyacinthe, Aislinn getting up behind her, brushing the grass from her skirt as she followed Persephone, then kept her had on her friend's shoulder. 'Hello, Hyacinthe. Yes, it's true that I found my companion when the guardians opened the gates.' Turning her head, she nudged Aislinn gently. 'This is my Aislinn, and I'm sure that all our new guests and residents, even if their numbers were twice as large, would never over populate Kalidore.' Unsure of how to take blue mare, Aislinn searched for a change of topic, and went with the first thing that came to mind. 'So Hyacinthe, have you been enjoying the festivities?
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 27, 2008 18:17:52 GMT -5
“An apparition? I haven’t come across the likes either,” Rhaine glanced to where the commotion had unfolded, wondering if she should see to the matter directory. But Gypsy did seem to have a handle on things, and somehow the act of just sitting seemed far too consuming right now anyways. Even though it had been a week since her great summoning of Gates, sometimes the exhaustion lingered even still. At least it did what I asked of it and we were all saved, she sighed as the events played themselves out again in her mind; it did however remain a telling lesson about the dangers of potent magic, and a reminder about her own relative inexperience. She took the offered goblet as it was pressed into her hands, feeling the tannins tingle her nose as she inhaled. She brought it to her lips and drank solemnly, forgetting to sip in her eagerness to move the conversation ahead, Lilaini's nudged comment cementing the deal. "I... hadn't noticed," she muffled to the cup. She coughed, lightly, the flush returned as the potent brew settled on its way down, the tepid buzz spreading to her head and filling her ears. * * * Falling Star’s eyes lit with amusement as he watched the ivory stallion shuffle, blustering to an abrupt stop beside him that sent a small whirl of dust into the air. “Hardly need to worry about entertaining, what with that fancy foot-work of yours!” he laughed mirthfully. “And hello, Aurellie, little friend,” he turned to the pair obligingly. “Enjoying the festivities, I hope? Let us all go by the fire and warm ourselves – and I must get this brother of mine shuffled off before he chips a hoof on some rough stone out in this rogue wilderness, for then we’ll never hear the end of it! And, I plan to hail Acosua before she slips off again – perhaps even convince her to spin us another yarn while the night is still young!” The spotted stallion breathed in the night with a heart-filled sigh; it was sublime. * * * Xanthe’s eyes widened as the Koros’ shouts brought her attention abruptly from thoughts of sticky honey-buns to visions of fire-breathed dragons and dawn-less night. She swung her head up in surprise, but what met her was not nearly as frightening as the pictures she’d conjured - no sinuous wings or tapered body that writhed across the mind’s eye, no pronged horns and claws sickle’d down like early moon… in fact… the apparition looked… well, human. She planted herself, nostrils widening to see if this creature had sent, since it seemed so lacking in other parts, daring whether or not she wanted to get any close then she already was. As Acheflow went bonding over, apparently no bone of caution in her body ( the silly Kore, Xanthe shook her head with bemusement), Xanthe cocked her own head as Gypsy began to speak. When she was done, the golden dun approached the wisp. “You’re… not a ghost… are you? Because… ghosts don’t exist. And… you’re… there. Mostly. So what are you?”
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Post by dawnangel on Dec 27, 2008 18:45:42 GMT -5
Erin pinched herself to see if it was true.To her releif it was just her imagination. "it was just a figment of your imagination Erin"she whispered to herself breathing a sigh of releif.She got up and walked over to a table with honey buns on them.She took a bite of it."This is pretty good"said Erin after taking a small nibble of the honey flavored biscuit.She took a few more bites and wandered over to the fire.The fires gold and crimson flames flickered around. She took a few more bites and smallowed.She put the rest of the honey bun into her pant pocket. She looked at the bright shiny for k=like the third time that night. Then she looked away and moved her eyes swiftly to rest on the ivory seashell necklace she owned as she found it on a flower covered path the night she came to find the land of Kalidore.She looked around and saw a few unicorn colts and fillies playing also being watched by older unicorns.She thought maybe she would learn how to do magic while she was here."Maybe I could do magic by the end of this year"she thought to herself.
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Post by shazzadee86 on Dec 27, 2008 22:09:53 GMT -5
Turning away from her mother and Aislinn, Pan decided to go see what else was happening around the bonfire. Trotting around, she looked at the groupings with interest until Tyden, Phae, another human (Liam) and a young koros (Kyn), caught her attention and she sauntered over to the small group. Coming to stand next to Tyden, Pan lowered her head to peer at the young koros, still underneath Phae. 'What are you doing down there?' Genuine curiosity in her voice and expression as she looked him and then at each member of the group.
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Post by orangekiss on Dec 27, 2008 23:31:26 GMT -5
Walking up, Abigail was looking upon all the commotion that was happening before her. The dark dapple bay walked catiously up to Persephone who looked rather interesting though her company Hyacinthe did not look happy to be there. "Hi Persephone! Aren't the festivities lovely?"
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Post by zephyr on Dec 28, 2008 1:05:12 GMT -5
Brona felt like her mind was underwater; time seemed to have little meaning in a dream, such that things could happen in the blink of an eye or over the span of an eon, but never faster than you could follow. But lately, this dream of 'Kalidore', while peaceful, seemed less like a dream, and more like a fantastic alternate reality. But if she let herself care, and she woke up, or the dream ended, wouldn't it hurt all the more to have the illusion shattered, if she let herself hope it more more than mere illusion? Even so, another side of her mind argued, if it's a dream, your dream, why can't you participate in it? Can a dream hurt you? A memory of a dream - one where she thought she was healed, could feel her legs and arms, could walk, before the dream ended and plunged her into a well of despair - surfaced, but she ruthlessly shoved it down. Better to have no hope, then to hope and have it torn from you. Like the use of her body, of sensation, had been torn from her. She didn't even know if she was to participate in this dream, or to be merely an observer, as some dreams were. When she hovered over the foal Xanthe, and the foal didn't notice her, bounding off to play, and the humans, Rhaine and Lilaini, didn't blink either (though that could have been fatigue and drink dulling their senses), she acknowledged with a pang of regret that this dream was going to be one of the latter. Perhaps that was for the best, she consoled herself, it would only be dangerous to emotionally invest in this dream - And then the dynamic was shattered, a new pattern set into place. a colt in muted colors - Kyndrienn, she remembered him being called, vaguely - had charged around, in high spirits, flagged tail high in his young exuberance. He would have made the human photographers fight to capture him for their calendars and motivational posters had he been on earth. Even more amazing - he saw Brona. At first, Brona thought the colt meant someone or something else - after all, she hardly resembled a dragon - and at Kyn's first cry of fear she whirled around (nice thing about having no body - no need to worry about things like balance) - but no spectre was in sight. Just herself. Fewmets. The foal meant her, for some reason. He didn't just see her, he was afraid of her. She was an apparition in her own dream, and a foal in her dream thought she was terrifying. Didn't that just figure? Worse, the terrified foal fled for Pasiphae and Liam. Well, there went her hopes of befriending prickly Phae - if Phae felt protective of Kyn, she'd be blamed for scaring him, wouldn't she? But then more took notice of her. A foal even younger than Kyndrienn, spindle-legged Acheflow, bounded up to her - and tried to bite her. Reflexively, she tried to jerk away, but failed - not that it mattered, for the foal's nipping teeth swept through her incorporeal form without a hint of resistance. And of course, Brona felt nothing. It had been years since she'd felt anything. She opened her mouth to answer, hearing Kore and humans speaking around her, not knowing who to answer first, but then another was approaching her, a liver chestnut with four white stockings and friendly eyes. Gypsy, she recalled, from her week of watching and drifting. And the mare took charge comfortably, calling for calm. And then Xanthe, the golden dun filly, returned and saw her, too, so she directed her entreaty to both foals and Gypsy. "I am Brona," she answered, feeling a sense of relief at being seen and spoken to, and speaking finally. "I didn't mean to scare anyone. I didn't know if this was a dream I was to participate in, or just watch. I'm not a ghost because I'm not dead. I'm dreaming. This is a wonderful place to dream of, though. I've never had a dream so vivid before." She couldn't hide the yearning and wistfulness, nor the fear that soon this dream would be wrenched from her, to be replaced by another. "I don't mean any harm. I can't harm anyone; I can't touch or change anything." Years of dreaming hadn't lessened the bitterness or grievous loss shadowing her words. She wasn't really sure anything could. Certainly nothing in the waking world, where her twin sister was a reminder of what she had been, what she should be. A constant reminder of everything she'd lost. Even here, where the unicorns were a reminder of the mundane horses of earth, the cause of her loss. Uncertainly, her eyes flickered over to Pasiphae and Liam and the frightened Kyndrienn. ***Fewmets in this case means "dragon droppings" as used in fantasy novels, and is used as an expletive. I thought it a fitting word to use, not wanting to use actual cuss words.
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Post by silentmoon on Dec 28, 2008 15:05:07 GMT -5
Fiera gave another look that stated 'obviously' to Brona, the transparent and, from what the spotted kore expiremented on, non-edible human. The orange mare swiftly got to her legs and walked over, ignoring everyone else and leaving Ali tipped over then scrambling to catch up. "You can think it's a dream dear, but really, it's not. I'm as real as you or me or everyone else, that is, if you are real. And it's alright, nothing to be afraid of. You or me." Fiera gave a quick nod of reasurance, hoping that Brona would understand. "So, where did you come from? Oh and apologies that Acheflow tried to bite you. She's rather young and frisky to begin with." Said Ali, grimacing with a apologic smile while her eyes darted to the kore and back at Brona. Acheflow scruntched up her nose, getting into running position once more. But this time, she was going to aim for the spirit like human, just because. She gave a little flick of her tail before giving a little half rear and charging at Brona at full speed. Her spindly legs ran recklessly towards the human and propelled her off the ground in a big leap (for her that was) but she went right through and landed with a thump on the other side. Shocked, she shook her head from the fall and looked down at the ground. "Bleh. Missed!" She pouted, unhappy that her attempt had failed in a misreable defeat. She sneezed when the dust rose up from the grass and into her nose. "And that too." Ali added after the kore's stunt. She let her eyes roam around to find Kyn with Phae and also found that she was nice, safe and sound but with some unexpected company - Liam.. "Wait, when did he get here?" The girl asked her companion in alarm, but with was subdued by the fact that Phae seemed comfortable around him. I'm not all that sure dear, but if he's not causing trouble then we all will be quite fine. I think." Fiera thought back, turning around to give a quick wink before shifting her attention back to the 'ghost' human.
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Post by shazzadee86 on Dec 28, 2008 16:21:25 GMT -5
Turning her head as she heard her name called, Persephone returned Abigail's greeting with a nicker of joy at seeing more familiar faces at the Harvest ball. 'Abigail! You made it! I was starting to think you weren't coming this time.' Shifting to face her friend fully, Aislinn turned as well, casting a glance in Hyacinthe's direction. The mare was still glaring at those present. 'Yes, the festivities are lovely, I couldn't agree with you more. I swear Acusua gets better every year, if that's even possible. This is Aislinn's first time at the Harvest Ball, so I am truly glad it is going so well.' The conversation caught Aislinn's full attention at the sound of her name, she managed to catch up on what was being said easily enough and relaxed against Persephone's side. 'Greetings, Abigail. It does seem to be a nice night for these festivities too. Will you be staying? You're more than welcome to stay with us.' It wasn't just a polite invitation either. In the week she had been here, she had met Abigail once if only briefly, but she still held an affection for Persephone's friend. She hoped to get to know the unicorn better throughout the evening.
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Post by Admin on Dec 29, 2008 10:14:02 GMT -5
Arieon could not miss the fact that Falling Star was teasing him, but despite being rather narcissistic he took these types of comments in stride. “Ah brother,” be replied, lifting his head to address him but also attempting to tilt it enough to look at the cleanliness of his hooves without being detected. “I don’t know what you are implying. I have not taken any extra cares with my appearance this evening. I generally always ensure to have myself….gleaming in this way.” He paused, carefully choosing the compliment he was going to bestow upon himself. Grinning, he nudged his brother in an affectionate but stallion type of manner. They did not often leave their areas of Kalidore and therefore the brothers did not get to see one another other than on infrequent occasions. “Yes, come, lets go closer to the fire. I too desire to speak with Acosua and someone most assuredly needs to sing us a song!” The pale stallion did indeed want to speak with his sister, and hoped also to see Odin but he also felt fairly certain that the flickering flames could only enhance the way his coat appeared to the others nearby. Now that he was fairly certain he was dust and mud free, he picked up trot and headed towards the firelight with his brother. Gypsy stood studying the young woman who introduced herself as Brona. A sense of relief filled her voice and she appeared to be very anxious and tense. This woman’s presence was something that the Daiga would need to be informed about. But she had left with Muse and now did not seem the time to bother her with that information. There were several others nearby who spoke to Brona so the bronze mare waited until they were finished before speaking again. “I’m sure no alarm on your part was intentional”, she said once Brona had also finished her introduction. “Transparent figures are a very rare occurrence on Kalidore. I am old even by Unicorn standards and I only vaguely remember any in my lifetime. The Kore have been listening to Acosua tell ghost stories of old so you’re appearance was simply very timely.” She paused before continuing and ensured she had been projecting what she was saying to Lilaini at the same time she was speaking. The young woman’s comment of this entire experience being a dream struck Gypsy and she wondered what it all meant but felt that she was not the person with whom that subject could be tackled. It seemed as that was something reserved for the Daiga’s knowledge. So she choose to ignore it for now, until it could be properly addressed later. “But please, come and join the festivities there are many with whom you may wish to converse on your own. Or if there is anyone you would like me to introduce you to I would be more than willing.” She nodded her head slightly in the form of a bow. Lilaini laughed heartily again at her friend’s avoidance of the question. “Oh come now Rhaine. He’s the only man on Kalidore and you’ve never noticed? Well come now,” she began and moved next to her friend. Wrapping her arm around her shoulders she turned her squarely in his direction. “now that you are looking in the most advantagous position, what do you think?.” At this movement, it was brought to the Guardian’s attention that perhaps she should slow down on how fast she was emptying her goblet. It felt as though her brains were swimming about and it took them a moment to settle back into position everytime she moved. She was about to continue the questioning of her friend when Gypsy’s thoughts rubbed up against her own again and she had to sit attentively. Normally she could carry on other functions while conversing mentally with Gypsy. This evening it was requiring her full undivided attention to unfog her thoughts and understand everything the mare was telling her. Relaxing her grip on her friend, she again relayed what her companion had told her about the apparition and expressed her own desire for the Daiga to be informed once she was feeling better. Forgetting what it was they had been speaking about previously, she shuffled over a bit to give Rhaine some space, and refilled there goblets. Also forgetting her decision a few moments earlier to not empty and refill the goblets so quickly. “Someone needs to sing us a song”, she said to her friend. “Don’t you think? Dancing and singing is what this party is lacking” She nodded resolutely, thinking this was the way the conversation was turning. Hyacinthe took little interest in Persephone’s introduction of Aislinn. Her eyes nearly rolled when the human actually spoke to her. “What’s to enjoy about the festivities human? Everyone gathered together acting foolishly, listening to silly stories we’ve all heard hundreds of times. You’d think with animals that live as long as us that we could come up with a few new stories so that everytime we were forced to gather together it wouldn’t be the same handful of stories we were subjected to.” She snorted in annoyance, and she pretended not to have heard Aislinn’s name during Persephone’s introduction and continued to call her by her species instead. At this point another unicorn wandered who was apparently named Abigail and she began monopolizing the conversation. Hyacinthe laid her eyes flat against her head and stood there moodily and silent once more.
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Post by geob on Dec 29, 2008 13:38:45 GMT -5
Luminista took the few steps necessary to bring her up to the little spotted filly (Acheflow). Nuzzling her behind the ear she softly complimented, "That was one fine leap, little one, and would have brought the desired results had the target been a little more substantial." Luminista has a soft spot for foals. She will often go out of her way to encourage them believing self-confidence to be vital. "I am curious as to why you felt such action necessary though." Self confidence is one thing, she thought to herself with an inner chuckle, manners to a guest another entirely.((Luminista is not judging or scolding Acheflow in anyway just trying to help her reason things through and to guide a learning young one)) Foehn Miri nosed the seemingly forgotten apple. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully as she watched and listened with great interest to the discussion with Brona nodding her head in agreement to Gypsy's words.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 29, 2008 19:50:47 GMT -5
Long grasses swirled around his legs like lapping waves, and Falling Star tossed his head gleefully as he felt the wind roar past his ears as he gained speed. What started as a light trot was now a race, and the shorter stallion's mottled legs gobbled the green with spirit and drive. Every now and then he’d glance over his shoulder to see how is brother was fairing, catching sight of him out of the corner of his eye. They arrived at the fire together, scattering a cluster of mares and kors* in their wake, breathing hard but laughing. The spotted stallion rearing up to box the air lightly in front of Arieon as if they were colts; in truth, Falling Star was quite his bother’s elder, but perhaps it was all the time he spent with the youth of Kalidore that kept the appaloosa so young at heart. Landing neatly again he turned, giving a small bow towards the others to gently appease their theatrical entrance. “How are you tonight, young sisters and brothers of Kalidore?” he lifted his voice to the group. “Full with apples, laughter, and song! Come, let us dance beneath Kal’s Moon, for the night is young and we unicorns were meant to be merry!” Dance, ye child of Kal’s delight As stars unfold o’r Kaedon’s night Lift your hearts and hooves as one And dance, until we wake the sun!
Sing, ye child of Kal’s adore As kor asleep and dreams a-soar Lift your voice to share the call That stirs us body, mind, and all!
Dream, ye child of Kal’s esteem With souls that dance and hearts that gleam For even if stars fall to sleep In our dreams does magic keep!
All around him, the air rang with his song, his rich voice lifting to the stars and Kal’s shining moon, inviting everyone to sway with the eternal rhythm of the world. It was infection, and Falling Star himself could not help but prance as he sang.... *that scattered group would be everyone who's been more or less gathered around with Brona. Almost a good thing she's incorporeal - poor girl's getting a little battered around!
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Post by Admin on Dec 29, 2008 20:24:44 GMT -5
Arieon took up his brother’s challenge and raced him towards the fire. Despite the spotted stallion’s shorter stature, he was unable to make up the distance that stood between them. The stallion’s mane streamed out behind him, his hooves rapidly covered the ground that lay between him and the fire but never allowed him any closer to his elder brother. The two stallion’s arrived at their destination and several mares and kors had to scatter out of their way. Arieon felt like a koros himself this evening, and playfully turned and shot a fake kick with his back legs as his brother reared up. Once their antics were done, Falling Star addressed everyone and then began to sing. Shuffling his feet to the tune, the cremello stallion looked about at all the mares standing out. Certainly, if there was singing, their needed to be dancing. His eyes locked on one mare in particular and he headed over in her direction. He moved into the group she was standing with, which consisted of several others he knew well. “Hello brother!”, he called out when he saw Odin, “Come now, singing is a time for dancing. Don’t be shy, I know for a fact you are very light on your hooves.” He bobbed his head in greeting to Tyden and Liam. “You two, I’m sure there are many lovely human ladies around here that will be hoping you will go and ask them to dance. Don’t disappoint them”. He added with a grin. Turning his attention back to the mare that had brought him he was about to speak when he noticed a young koros standing underneath of her. “Well there! What are you doing hiding under there my boy?” He lowered his head to get a better view of the koros. “What a handsome young stallion, that is certainly my son I see under there. Must be, look at his colouring and fine bone structure. I know my genes when I see them. Come now, since you are my son that means you are also a lovely dancer. Look at all the young kors out there, you should go and find a dance partner.” He gave the koros a nip on the rump and sent him off in that direction. “Now,” he replied, looking up at the bay mare he had yet to address. “I was looking around trying to find the most beautiful mare in the clearing with which to dance, and I was having a hard time deciding. But then my eyes fell upon you, and the decision suddenly became an easy one.” Lifting his one front leg, he dropped himself to a bow. “Would you give me the honour of this dance?” Raising himself up he looked at the bay mare (Phae) and awaited her response.
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Post by geob on Dec 29, 2008 20:49:29 GMT -5
Suddenly a great commotion erupted around them. Luminista jumped to straddle the young Archeflow, stretching out her neck, flattening her ears, and baring her teeth at the lunging masses around them. Things settled without even a nudge from any of the others as Falling Star began to speak then to sing. Luminista moved aside and nosed the young filly to check that she was okay. Looking around she tried to decide which one was the little one's mother, seeking to reassure her the little one was fine. ((sorry if this is too soon to post. I was worried Archeflow might get stepped on. Let me know if I need to edit))
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Post by silentmoon on Dec 29, 2008 22:28:15 GMT -5
Acheflow continued to pout, still quite upset at the fact that she missed. Bah! That was when she felt a soft muzzle on her head, wuffling (if that was even a word) her short mane and heard someone's voice. The black kore didn't understand everything the pretty red mare said, but a sense of pride bubbled in her little chest. Ache quickly stood up to reply to the bigger mare, "Weally?!" She cocked her head, squaring herself up to portray her happiness and pride. Until Luminista questioned her antics, which somewhat killed her joy a bit.
"Becauze... I wanna see wut it taste like." In a tone that sounded like 'obviously'.
However, after that being said, the big mare displayed what she took as a threat and a coming stallion, she squealed in fear. Lunging ahead and out of the way into safety quickly, she still fealt terrified after a moment or two. She moved closer to Luminista, hiding in somewhat comfort.
"What the..?" Ali and Fiera looked wide eyed at Falling Star as he raced his way, sending everyone in all directions. The orange mare stumbled back a few steps. Fiera retorted, "We were just looking at the girl... and questioning her. No need to put on such a dashing display." She finished, giving the appaloosa stud a bemused look. Her temper didn't flare tonight, not when there was such festivities about. But they were still without answer, which urked her a bit.
"Didn't you tell me paitence was good?" Ali breathed, feeling the the unaswered question getting to her companion a bit. She too stumbled a few steps backward, a little away from Brona and Falling Stars.
"Not when you've got a personality and temper like me, no." "Sure." The girl rolled her eyes sarcastically, all the while letting her hand wander and twisting through Fiera's silky mane.
In the meanwhile of somewhat safety, Acheflow calmed down enough to face the stallion who scared her but to find that he was singing now. A look of anger flashed on her face, then it turned to confusion and familiarity. Finally, it turned into genuine glee when she cried out, "Daddy!" The kore couldn't mistake her own father, he was the only one who looked like her a the very least in spots. Admiration boiled off her when she bounded over to Falling Stars.
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Post by zephyr on Dec 30, 2008 21:54:49 GMT -5
Beep....Beep.....Beep....Another day had come and gone, days where Neela worked during the day and spent her evenings in the hospital, chattering to her comatose twin about the news, gossip, latest breakthroughs, and her own day. She shared her dreams, complained about the hospital food, and fretted about the bills, while manipulating her sister's limbs, trying to keep the muscles from wasting. She assisted the nurses and doctors and aides and gossiped with them as well; this was her sister's life, even if Brona was unaware of it; and she refused to allow herself the luxury of walking away from it - not when her sister had no choice in the matter. It was lonely, of course - Brona never answered, never gave any sign she heard or was aware of anything - but they were twins. They were family. Until the accident, they had been closer than any two people had a right to be, finishing each other's sentences, sharing dreams, working together - until the accident. It had become the cut-off point between NOW and THEN: Before The Accident. Neely had thought she'd grown up before, working to put her twin through college, but when she'd been deferred to for Brona's medical care - and bills - she'd had a crash course in cold, harsh reality. She worked long hours with few friends (not many could understand her devotion to a sister who'd been comatose for years), keeping a rigid control over her spending - most of her income was eaten by Brona's medical bills. After her long hours working, she spent her evenings at Brona's side, helping in any way she could, before crawling home for a few hours rest before repeating her schedule. But even so, she'd never once given a moment's thought that she could 'pull the plug' on Brona. Because she never once wavered in her conviction that, somewhere in there, Brona was alive. And someday, she could wake up. And she'd do everything in her power to give her that chance. And then, if she DID wake up, then Neely would do everything possible to help her get the use of her arms and legs back - and if that failed, too, then she'd devote herself to being her sister's arms and legs. Because they were twins, two halves of one whole. No matter how grown-up and responsible and got-it-together she appeared to everyone else, she still felt that half of her was asleep with Brona. No, she couldn't give up on Brona without giving up on herself. Alone in the hospital room, surrounded by noisy, intrusive hospital equipment, she clasped her sister's limp hand, held it to her forehead. "Brona," she whispered, struggling to hold back tears, "Where are you? What are you dreaming?" Beep....Beep.....Beep....Briefly, unnoticed by man or machine, Brona's eyes moved beneath her lids, caught in a dream that reached through to reality. * * * * * * Brona's eyes met the fiery mare's, and she felt a wry lift of humor at Fiera's assertiveness. "I'm sure it seems that way to you, such as you are. But it'd also make sense that my dreaming subconscious would want to rewrite reality - or at least, call a dream reality - if the reality itself was too awful to endure. As for being real - I'm not sure what I really know is 'real' anymore. Ghosts, unicorns, magic - none of that is real. Or it isn't, in the reality I know," she said, and reached out a transparent hand to Fiera, as if to stroke along her nose, but her hand passed through with no resistance. "Now I can move, but not feel; touch, but not change, I'm here and not-here. Magical, mythical beings are telling me they're real. If they're real and I'm not, then I must be dreamed up by one of you. If I'm real, then I'm dreaming you. Either way, how can I possibly know what's real? I can't believe in both. I'd go mad. I'd never wake up, even if I wanted to." She wasn't sure why she argued so much, except that she felt that the unicorns were so assured, but she had no tangible evidence to base her belief or disbelief on - and that was the problem, wasn't it? Most would use their senses to judge reality, but if one did not, COULD not? If one had to rely on eyes and ears which could deceive, and logic that said magic and unicorns didn't exist, wouldn't one naturally conclude they were dreaming? And if that dream were more pleasant, still, than reality, where she - Where she was paralysed, would never walk, or feel, where Neely - Where Neely, her other half was - For a moment, she could hear faintly in the background the beep, beep, beep of hospital machinery and hear Neely's exhausted voice, low and rough, begging her to wake up, to come back to her. Come back? To what? A lifetime of nothingness, to be a doll resembling my other half, unable to do a single thing for myself, always relying on others? Resolutely she closed her mind to that place; she focused herself and her will on this dream, locking away her guilt. Unnoticed to her, her transparency had flickered, fading from ghostly to invisible and back again, as she wavered. With an effort, she wrenched her attention back to those around her. She even managed a smile for the rambunctious Acheflow, though she answered Ali first. "I'm from New York - where I am now, I've no idea. I've been unconcious for some time now. And I don't mind Acheflow; even had she been able to bite me, I'm in no position to resent what I can't feel." The tone of her voice however said that she would rather feel the bite than feel nothing at all, though. She turned to look at Acheflow, who chose just then to launch herself at Brona. She coughed, before turning to cheer the discouraged foal. " Acheflow, you didn't miss me - you just went through me! That was, er - good aim?" She was a little awkward. What DID one say to a foal who was a unicorn, shouldn't be talking, and who'd just run right through you with no harm to either? She turned back to Gypsy; something in those calm eyes made her want to fidget like an errant school girl, like there was something she SHOULD have learned and hadn't. Irritably, she stifled those feelings, and nodded to Gypsy's words. "So it's not really me they're afraid of, just that I appeared at an inopportune time. But..." she said, puzzled, "I've been here a week, or in this dream a week, and no one's seen me til now. I was sure that meant I was supposed to just watch this dream. Er - it's a very nice dream," she added hastily, in case Gypsy felt she was insulting Kalidore by calling it a dream (though why a dream would be insulted by being called a dream, she hadn't the foggiest, no pun intended). "As for those to meet - well, I would - I mean, I've seen - " she floundered to a halt. She couldn't say she was 'watching' them - it'd make her seem like a stalker. Do they even have stalkers in Kalidore? She wondered, idly. Instead of giving a proper answer, she turned to watch Acheflow again, who was being gently teased by Luminista. But then a thunder of hooves came rushing at them, and Brona forgot she was incorporeal, forgot this was Kalidore, forgot she was incapable of feeling. For a moment, under the sheer weight of memory and old, ingrained habit, she imagined she was flesh and blood, felt her heart pounding in her chest, pounding loud in her ears, her breath stuttering in her throat and felt thrust back in time - there was a horse underneath her, and then they slipped going over a hazard, and she was falling - hitting wrong, and landing on top of her, thrashing, and searing, excruciating pain followed by a snap, and then feeling nothing, even though she knew she should be struggling to breathe, should be feeling the agony of a fall gone bad. Distantly, in her memory, she could hear above the blood pounding in her ears and the roar of a crowd watching a sensational fall - Neely was screaming her name, over and over, fighting through the crowd to get to her - Those around her scattered, passing through her like smoke; she emerged from her terrifying flashback tremulously; had she a body she would have been shaking. As it was, she flickered in and out, blurring around the edges. They can't hurt me, she reminded herself furiously, it's a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy. She shook her head and looked around her, noting the newcomers who had so frightened her - Falling Star and Arieon - hoping they hadn't noticed her moment of terror. In truth, it wasn't THAT surprising she was so frightened. While she had been unconscious for years, time flows differently for dreaming - to her it had just been weeks or months ago she'd fallen and been paralysed. But riding was no longer an option for her. Not much was, outside of dreaming. Why did her dreams have to bring her to a world full of unicorns, so like and yet unlike horses??? She managed to compose herself and turned to muster a shaky smile for Acheflow again - but the foal was crying 'Daddy!' and charging off for Falling Star. So instead her eyes wandered looking for Pasiphae - well, anyone away from the center of attention, really. ***I feel, somehow, that this is a really rocky, choppy, and self-centred post. For Brona, at least. She's having a reality crisis, you could say. >_<
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Post by Delicious on Dec 31, 2008 0:46:07 GMT -5
Liam chuckled at the exchange between the silver stallion and his Companion. "Aye, Liam it is - and it's good to see ye again, sir." He touched his forehead respectfully at Odin before continuing. "She's a fine lass, it's true. Took right good care o' me on the way here. Well, mostly anyways." He smirked a bit, and nudged Pasiphae with an elbow. "I 'accidentally' landed in only a handful of mud puddles." The bay mare coughed slightly, and looked away, barely having the courtesy to look the tiniest bit abashed. "And ye've a right fine countryside here - haven't seen anything this rich and green in ... well ..." he knitted his eyebrows in a thoughtful frown, "Well, I can't remember when. A long time then, I'd wager." He smiled, his expression clearing. However, at Tyden's mention of introduction, his grin gave an uncertain hitch. "Ahrm - lasses y'say - hrm?" he asked, his voice troubled, "We've not these met before then, eh?" His eyes flicked to ‘Phae questioningly - he had no wish to repeat the occurrence of a day or so past - when the wheatened bay and her young rider had confronted them on the path - the mare all flying accusations and snarls, while the girl sat silent upon her back - her face white and pinched around the edges with fear.* He hesitated a moment before barreling forward, "I err ... I understand that not all your womenfolk might be interested in my company. I’d hate to ruin such a festive occasion for them …” he paused, waiting for a response from the young man. However – in strange coincidence – at about this time a small foal came barreling out of nowhere, screaming about ghosts at the top of his lungs. As the wailing colt huddled underneath Pasiphae's belly - she and Liam exchanged confused glances before scanning their surroundings - looking for whatever had spooked the poor thing. When Liam's eyes finally settled upon Brona, they widened momentarily and then narrowed, something dark stirring in the back of his mind at her appearance. His hand moved automatically to his hip, cursing under his breath as he found his sword missing again.** Liam moved himself closer to the head of the mare, but kept his movements slow and deliberate, hoping to not draw attention to himself. He pitched his voice low, intending for it only for the ears of the bay mare that stood before him - her ears pricked towards the unexpected guest. "Is this work of your kin, lass?" he asked, eyeing Gyspy's approach and unstilted conversation with the ghost. Pasiphae shook her head and he frowned. "I've no sword - but if you think yon thing could be some sort of threat, I imagine between the two of us and your friends there, we can at least make enough of a distraction that at least the little'uns can escape. Possibly even better than distraction if you've knowledge of a counter to the witchcraft." His eyes narrowed in thought as he took stock of the surroundings in more detail. At the mention of witches, however - Pasiphae's ears pinned themselves flat against her head and she angled her head slightly to give the man a nasty look. "What is it with you and witches, anyways? Will you just wait a moment and see what the rest of them have to say before you start laying about with sword and fist willy-nilly?" she hissed at him. "Wait until those more knowledgeable," she stressed the word sharply and Liam winced, "… about these sort of things take stock. And if I need you to hit something, I’ll let you know.” With that she refocused her attention back on the little scene before them. Liam gritted his teeth, his soldier’s nature (only partially remembered as it was) so ingrained that it was almost physically uncomfortable to stand gamely around with a potential threat on the loose. He eyed the ghost with an unfriendly stare. While it didn’t LOOK particularly aggressive or dangerous – something about it stirred niggling and uncomfortable thoughts in the corners of his brain. When he tried to pin it down the exact thoughts however, they slipped away – leaving sharp, spiny shards of emotion in their wake. However, as the little scene continued to play out in front of him – he began to relax somewhat. No one else around him seemed particularly ill at ease, so perhaps the occurrence was less troubling than he thought. Finally as a young kore launched itself through the spectre with no adverse effects, he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. All in all, perhaps it was nothing … young girl or not, he had already offended at least a handful of these people, and was in no hurry to add more to the list. He released a sigh, and glanced about for a way to distract himself. As his eyes settled on the koros – still glancing at the ghost as if it could at any moment turn into a dragon and eat him – and he hunkered down to the ground and reached out a hand, palm up. “Here now, lad – there’s no need to be so afeared. This fine lady here an’ myself won’t be letting any harm come te as a fine lil’ lad as yourself.” Kyn blinked wide-eyed at the man. “But … but what about the dragon?” Liam repressed a chuckle. “Look closer, laddie – it’s just a wee girl there. Bit spooky to be sure, I’ll admit, but tisn’t a dragon by and stretch o’ the imagination.” Kyn glanced back at Brona and had to admit that yes, she did look much more girl-like than dragonlike – or at least, he assumed so, not exactly having a wide range of experience identifying dragons. Around this time a lovely little spotted foal trotted up, stopping to glance under Pasiphae’s belly at the colt and inquire as to what he was doing. Kyn’s eyes darted from side to side, not wanting to admit to the kore that he was still in hiding – not when even a weanling apparently had a more heroic sense of bravery than he did. He huffed and clamored out from under the mare, and tried to draw himself up taller. “I was uhm … was play hide’n’seek. Yes. You found me tho.” He replied to the little filly, nodding excessively, willing with every fiber of his being that she’d not think him a coward. “Did you … uhm … did you want to play maybe? You could hide next … “ he trailed off slightly, his expression woeful. Liam chuckled and ruffled his scrubby foalish mane, and Kyn sneezed and glared at the man as he stood back up at the sudden sound of a commotion heading their way. Standing, he found himself presented with another pair of fine stallions – the spotted male soon losing himself in a grand and resounding song. The music tugged at Liam’s feet, and soon got them to tapping – and when the other meandered over and stood imperiously before Phae and asked her dance – a full-blown grin tugged itself right out and onto his face. Pasiphae balked at Arieon’s address – obviously taken by surprise by the unexpected attention. She blinked several times, her mouth opened and shut – but no words came out. Liam choked on a guffaw at her flustered fidgeting, and elbowed her slightly. “I … I … Dance?” she fairly squeaked in reply, her voice small and hesistant. “I hadn’t thought … I mean I wasn’t …. I don’t really know if …” Liam rolled his eyes, and slapped her lightly on the shoulder. “Oh, go on you silly lass – you need a bit o’ fun after takin’ care of an auld blighter like me for a week. Don’t worry – I’ll keep an eye on the wee ones here. An’ meself – of course.” He winked at Phae. Pasiphae still at a loss, saw little else to do but charge on forward. “Well then … yes. I’d be honored, sir.” Kyn, his tail a’waggle with joy at the sight of his father, piped up from behind. “I’ll dance, too!” He turned to the bespotted filly beside him and pranced merrily in place. “D’ye wanna dance then? I’ll bet it’s even BETTER than hide’n’seek!” he crowed happily. .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., .~*`*~., *This had been one of the final things to push Liam into going along completely with Pasiphae - his still roiled at the thought of being a terror to young women. **Honestly this had been a fairly often occurence at first - despite the fact that Pasiphae had made it quite clear early on that it was gone, and there was no going back for it. Even after a week of false starts, it was still inherently nature to reach for it first and think of the lack second.
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Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2008 11:56:30 GMT -5
The cremello stallion grinned with delight at the mare’s acceptance. Stepping forward, he moved so that he was standing next to ]Phae, his luxurious pale coat rubbing up against hers. “Come now, don’t call me sir. Makes me sound old,” he replied to her previous address in a joking manner as he led her towards the firelight. As they reached their destination, he slowed to a stop but ensured to keep the contact that he felt was necessary for good, fun dancing. Tossing his mane, he arched his neck gracefully, the strong muscles flexed and taunt. He began to move to the music, lifting his right front and back left leg simultaneously and then dropping them so as to lift the other two. He bobbed his head to the rhythm of his brother’s song and his mane and forelock cast firelight dancing all around them. Reaching up he ran his muzzle along Phae’s neck and nudged her to their left, so that their dancing might cease to be stationary. It was the stallion’s job to lead after all. As they moved, their bodies stayed in a constant rhythm, despite when the dancing foot work evolved and began new dance moves entirely. Looking up, Arieon saw the young [color=BurlyWood[/b]koros[/color] dancing with a pretty little bay blanket appy kore. “Look at that footwork!”, he replied in an amused voice. “You can always tell which kors are mine by their wonderful footwork. Although you have wonderful footwork as well, so it was a given I suppose he would wind up talented.” The stallion was caring and fun loving, but not entirely attentive to how many mares had come and gone from his harem. So since the young koros had been first scene by him standing underneath of Phae he assumed that they had at some point recently made this young stallion. The two unicorns continued to sway and dance as they waited for others to join them.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 31, 2008 21:46:34 GMT -5
Falling Star’s eyes lit with delight as he heard the young voice calling out to him. Even as he finished his verse the star-spattered stallion was turning in place, his feet conscious of the rhythm and following brightly, even though he was not as poised nor graceful his ivory-hued brother. He brought himself around to where the spotted foal had bounded forward, bringing his head down to nuzzle her as he did, the tattered feathers tied in his hair falling forward to tickle the kore’s nose. “Little Acheflow – goodness, how you have grown! You must be keeping your mother busy these days,” he grinned. Also unlike his brother, Falling Star was quite the doting father and knew each of his children by name. Actually, he pretty much knew of everyone and everything on Kalidore, made it his business to know, and it was long suspected by the kors under his care that the Plains Winds did their share in keeping him well-informed. The appaloosa’s teeth moved gently to work out some tangled weeds from the dark fluffy foal’s mane, and when he was done tilted his head down so he could again address her at her level. “What say you now that we sing these fine people another tune? Will you sing with me, little one?” And he started softly, slowly, so that she might keep up – ‘Twas in the early days of yore A particularly nosy kor Hap’ed upon a sphinx’s hold And being neither wise nor old Asked the creature why he squawked When unicorns so sweetly talked And why no horn upon his head Why those tasseled wings instead And how was life upon a tree While other creatures wandered free And wouldn’t he from Kala borne Rather be a unicorn?
It was a nursery rhyme, but the tune was merry, and his eyes had not failed to notice the other kors who had come to dance alongside the adults. Falling Star chuckled, and gave Ache an encouraging nudge and began to sing again. * * *
The events had unfolded very quickly, and then resolved themselves again before Tyden could intervene – either with the appearance of the strange ghost-girl, or the commotion that ensued moments after. Beside him Odin had stayed motionless, as if he’d known the eventual outcome all along, his solidarity working to quell the surge of impulsiveness that generally triggered his companion’s involvement in a given situation. Instead Tyden’s gaze had turned to those around him, noting most interestingly the way Liam’s hand had grabbed for a non-existent sword. A soldier, Odin had told him. He had briefly balked at the idea, his most recent memory filled thick with the pungency of battle. He remembers little of what happened, the stallion had continued, and he is here now. As our guest. That was the truth of it, and so Tyden had conceded. Kal’s isle was a haven for all, no matter what journey had brought them there; as he stood beside the man now he considered this again, wondering what Kal’s plan could possibly be. Actually, in the here and now, he found he rather liked the guy: he was forth-coming and direct, yet tempered that with a gentle humour; he posed no obvious threat, was doing his best to fit in amicably, and he could understood the warrior’s instinct and drive. And if his mind was broken, perhaps Rhaine could put it back together again… his thoughts wandered, briefly, and he pulled them back. He returned to answer Liam’s original question in full. “They are none that you have met before, but the fault is ours, entirely – Rhaine and Lilaini are caretakers of this isle, and as such have been lately busy with settling our new companions. The Guardians are without any such malice towards you, and you ought to be formally introduced.” He paused, debating if it were still too soon to head back there, when Odin gave a firm nudge to the square of his back. “Indeed,” Odin gave him another bump. “The moon is high still, or were you waiting for it to set and review under cover of darkness?” he snatched playfully at Tyden’s hair. Turning, he rested his gaze on the visitor with full assurance. “Come Liam, I will take you, as my boy is at odds with himself tonight.” “Am… not,” Tyden protested, falling in step behind. “I assure you I am free of any conflict and my head is quite clear…. not, that I can say the same for some other parties…” he tipped his chin towards the girls so that Odin might at least note what he was about to walk into. To his dismay, Odin didn’t even pause, and the trio wove their way through the whirling dancers in silence. And then – “You! You… fiend!” A sharp cry pierced the night, catching a break in the song. Xanthe stood before them, her face drawn in abject shock, and as the music started back up again she pawed the ground, trying to make sense of scene before her. Her eyes held Liam, and her voice cracked. “What— what is he doing here? With us! Here! The scoundrel! Deceiver! Beas—” and Odin shouldered himself between the two, gently but firmly taking his daughter aside. “Sooth, child, what is this you brandish before our guest, unannounced and unprovoked?” “Unprovoked?!” Xanthe cried aghast, the day having played itself over again in her mind, growing in colour and intensity with each revisit. “He’s the one! The one who lured me with apples, then tied the rope around my neck! Sweetness, and then deceit! Rogue!” Odin asked, “What did you then?” “I – I escaped,” she stamped, somewhat cockily. “I tripped him – wrapped the rope right around him and pulled free. Like he could ever hope to catch a unicorn!” “And so what came of this?” Xanthe paused, the question presenting no direct link from the angst she was feeling to what her father wanted to know. She frowned, peering around to slowly regard the man again. “I hate apples,” she said. “A pity,” the great stallion stooped to nibble between her ears. “Xanthe,” Tyden inclined his head toward the suddenly subdued soldier, “can be a little overwhelming at times. But she’s a sweet thing, and she will get over it. You’ll see.” He put his best smile forward on Liam’s behalf, not sure if he was convinced himself or not, but as Odin had the kore momentarily sated, he decided it was the best carry forward before Xanthe got a second wind. “Besides, I believe there’s still wine. And,” he inclined his arm out to guide Liam’s attention. “The Guardians of Kalidore,” he announced. * * *
Rhaine sighed. Despite her friend’s good humour, something had sucked the joyfulness from the night. It had happened slowly, nibbling so gently around the edges of her mood she didn’t notice, mulled with wine and tangling with her own worries and doubt. Then it began to press, seeping softly into her being, filling the whole with a sudden swell of hopeless and loss. She inhaled deeply, and it abated a minute, but once she let it out it returned again like the tide. Had she been more aware of the moment, she might have realized this flush of consciousness what not her own, but in her compromised state it was all somewhat murky. The wine wasn’t helping much either. Despite trying to ignore Lilaini, her head had lifted upon her friend’s insistence, if simply to mollify her. Truthfully, she didn’t see what the big deal was about and just felt silly. And I said nothing… unusual, her brows furrowed again, perplexed. I’ll simply ask Tyden when he returns, and he will put it straight, she finally decided. As Lilaini’s request for music and dancing was timely granted by the arrival of the stallions, she was released to her own thoughts again, but after a moment of wading through her wine-infused conscious she gave up and returned her gaze outwards. The commotion around the phantasm seemed to have passed as the dancing began in earnest, and the air filled with the spotted stallion’s uplifting song. She was almost starting to feel her spirits lift again when Xanthe’s cry rattled her to attention. By the time she had turned and gathered her barings, the kore was quiet and Tyden and guest had landed in her field of view. “Ladies,” Tyden began, “this is Liam—” “Is Xanthe okay?” Rhaine frowned up at them. “Er, yes, Odin is tending to her,” he nodded. “Liam—” “And the ghostly visitor? I heard Gypsy say—” “Gypsy has stock of it. Liam—” “And what did I say that—” “Dancing!” Tyden cut her off. “We need wine, and dancing! ‘Tis the only proper introduction to Kalidore…. Come, Lily,” he yanked Lilaini to her feet with one fluid motion, barely waiting for her to catch her balance, “let’s see if your feet can keep up with your wit tonight!” and pulled in the direction the others were dancing. ((meh... sorry for the long and disjointed post... has been one of those days))
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Post by angelofmusic on Jan 1, 2009 3:12:13 GMT -5
Trinity and Aurellie had watched as Falling Star approached them, Aurellie's head held high, ears perked forward as the stallion came to halt near his brother. She couldn't help but chuckle in watching Arieon in his preening, like a fine bird he was.
"A fair evening to you as well Falling Star. This is Trinity," she said with a nod towards the girl.
Trinity had found herself in wonder once more as she watched the stallion. She blinked for a moment as she heard her name and would look around, then towards Falling Star once more.
"T'is a pleasure te meet ye," she said and bowed her head softly.
As the mention of moving towards the fire was spoken, mare and companion would watch the pair and chuckled as they were off. They too would soon join the others near the fire and as Falling Star began to sing, Aurellie raised her voice to join with the stallion's. Trinity found that she had started to hum the tune as well, but also that she had started to dance a little in place.
As the cry filled the air, Trinity blinked a moment and looked around, seeing what it was, though would watch for but a moment as she would turn back to watch the others.
"Don't be shy child. I'm sure you're a wonderful dancer," Aurellie said, giving Trinity soft nudge.
"Thank ye Aurellie. Been a while since I've really danced at a festival or ball." she said.
((My that was a bit to catch up on. Now I go to bed*curls up with her unicorn*))
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Post by Delicious on Jan 1, 2009 5:06:24 GMT -5
Liam found himself relaxing further in Odin’s and Tyden’s easy company. It wasn’t that he hadn’t grown to appreciate ‘Phae, quite the contrary in fact, but rather was simply appreciation the fellowship and natural resonance of a similar mind, or at least a similar set of hormones.* “Well then, “ Liam said, grinning, “Lead on, sir! I’d be honored to meet both your wine, and your women - although not necessarily in that order!” He gamely followed the pair as they wove neatly in to and out of the intricate pattern dance that was forming around the bonfire. The cheer and high emotions were almost palpable – and radiated as warmly from the crowd as the fire itself; Liam breathed deep and reveled in the brightness of it all. At a time like this, it was easy to push the strangeness of the journey so far, or the troubling gaps that riddled his memory. Ironically enough, however, in moments he found those troubles crashing around his ears again – as a golden dun filly caught sight of him and began raving. He winced at the verbal onslaught, it was obvious that here was another creature that he had somehow offended with his unknown past actions – and his scrubbed a hand through his short hair, his expression pained. “I don’t suppose an apology would do much good there, eh?” He addressed Tyden wryly, nodding a head at Xanthe as Odin angled her away from the pair. He sighed, and smiled ruefully at the other man. His mind whirled unhappily, but as Tyden drew him over to the two young women and began his introduction, Liam schooled his expression into something more pleasantly neutral, and started to make a slight bow at the waist (unsure if a simple brow touch was respect enough for two such obviously high ranking individuals of this world). At the young lady’s continual interruptions, however, he found himself caught in the half-bow, undecided as to whether he should simply complete it now or wait until Tyden actually finished the introduction. At long last he was finally saved at Tyden’s sudden appropriation of one of the ladies of the pair, and a declaration for wine and dancing. Liam straightened, and soon found himself in another quandary as the younger man scurried off with his lovely prize. He debated briefly before offering his hand, and assistance, to the dark haired girl who sat upon the ground, flushed and frowning slightly, should she wish to stand. “ Lady?” Liam spoke, his voice soft and respectful. “I am at your service. Command me as you will.” He said, punctuating the slightly archaic phrase with a slow smile. Pasiphae was fair dizzy with the grand stallion’s attention and the whirling of the music and the dance. She found herself moving as if someone else drew her forward, and it weren’t her own hooves that traveled across the ground. Her legs moved, and body swayed with Arieon’s gentle direction – and as the moments passed she found herself awash with a sort of pleasant golden glow – a heat that seemed to stem from some other than the mighty bonfire that they circled. As she let herself be pulled along, murmuring appreciatively at his neat footwork and the pleasant tingle that the feel of his velveted coat made against her own, her mind slowly began to catch up with the conversation – and as the implications of his last few comments finally clicked in her brain, it brought all the other warm fuzzy feelings to a screeching halt. “What? You think that … oh now THAT’s flattering.” Pasiphae snorted and gave the stallion a side-long glare. “I’ll have you know that, talented or not, that young koros in not of my get – and had he been, he certainly wouldn’t have been of yours. Why of all the …” she gave an inarticulate growl, no longer caring if she upset the pattern of the dance. “If he HAD been of yours and mine… well, you’d certainly remember more than my FOOTWORK.” ((*Due to the risk of being slightly more crude than I should have, I have edited/removed the couple of Liam-minded phrases that followed. XD Although, they’re still there between the lines, begging to be said. Liam, he’s a bit rough around the edges he is. >.> ))
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2009 11:24:30 GMT -5
Arieon was greatly enjoying himself. The ivory stallion allowed himself a moment to look around and was pleased to see that others were indeed joining them. Falling Star had launched himself into another song but was keeping the rhythm by dancing in place as well. Tyden and another Liam were just sweeping the Guardians onto the dancefloor and several kors were joining as well. “ Brother!”, he called out to Odin while continuing to move effortlessly around, “Come now, you too are a fine dancer, find yourself an able partner and come join us!” He tossed his head, moving the long forelock which had chosen to rest over his eyes. His attention turned back to Phae as he heard her sing song voice permeate the night air. The more he listened though he realized that less and less the voice was being sing song, it seemed to have a more of an angry tone to it. He slowed his dancing and regarded the mare and realized his offense. Listening while she angrily explained that the koros was indeed NOT hers, he paused and then grinned slightly. “I apologize for any offense, because I’m very sure you’re right….”, he began, and then moved closer to her once more rubbing his muzzle along the length of her back. “So that would mean…neither of us have had the pleasure then? Hrmm….that seems like something that really….really should be rectified.” He paused and then locked his blue eyes on hers. “But I understand if you’d prefer to find another dance partner due to my unintentional insult. For being as beautiful as you are, I’m sure everyone would be falling all over themselves to have the chance to dance with you.” Again he paused allowing himself a slightly downcast look at the thought of loosing his dancing partner. But he knew this was only right, because she should not have to continue dancing with him if she was no longer enjoying herself. He moved away from her slightly to give her some room and then finished his thought. “But if you would accept my most sincere apologies I would love to continue this dance, and ….anything else you’ve got your mind to show me your talents in.” Locking eyes with her he smiled again in his most annoyingly handsome way and waited. Lilaini was half dancing in place as Falling Star began to sing his song. She clapped happily, as if his arrival had been somehow at her bidding. Turning back to Rhaine, she frowned slightly as she noticed her friend seemed to be enjoying the night less and less as it went on. She was about to ask her what was on her mind when Tyden and another young man were before them. Her attention was pulled away from her fellow Guardian and she attempted several times to introduce herself as well but both her and Tyden were continually cut off by Rhaine’s curbed questions. Before she knew it, Tyden had grabbed her hand and pulled her out towards the dancing. She laughed and reached out quickly to grabbed her full goblet of wine before it was entirely out of reach. Calling to Rhaine and Liam she implored them to come and join the dancing. Turning to her dancing partner she swayed slightly and spoke, “I can assure you, my feet can almost always keep up with my wit.” And the young woman began to move to the rhythm of Falling Star’s song. This had not been a cocky comment on her part, although those types of comments were certainly not above her. But she had been schooled in dance at length before she had come to Kalidore, and it had been one of the few instructions she received that she had actually enjoyed. She offered Tyden some of the wine from her goblet with an apologetic look that showed this was all she was able to grab before they got onto the dancefloor. And once he had taken it from he she moved close to him and continue to sway in time to the music.
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Post by geob on Jan 1, 2009 15:09:14 GMT -5
Foehn Miri after settling down from the interruption of the running stallions listened to the music of Falling Star. It didn't take long for the music to settle into her making her hooves move with the rhythm. Quietly she added her voice to his with an alto harmony. Music has always been a favorite for her and something she could never resist. Luminista watched with a unicorn smile as the spotted filly ran off to greet her father. Her gaze moved easily over the fire-lit clearing and the various occupants, all enjoying themselves. Well, all but that ice blue mare. Luminista gave a soft humph as she purposely turned her back on that one. She was moving over closer to Foehn Miri when she noticed the transparent one fading in and out. Redirecting her steps she went instead toward Gypsy and Fiera. "What make you of that one?" she asks, nodding toward Brona. "She seems to be hurting on many levels besides the obvious ones."
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Post by orangekiss on Jan 1, 2009 19:09:26 GMT -5
Wanting to join in all the fun, Abigail gazed around at all. Then she turned back to Persephone, "Yes I'm sorry it took me so long to get here but I couldn't miss all the fun!" Abigail grinned.
As Abigail was finished speaking to Persphone, she was delight to see Aislinn. "Very nice to meet you! I would love to stay with you if that's alright." Abigail, a little overwhelmed by all the sights was happy to have some new friends to stay with. Her calm nature sometimes kept her away but she was going to stride to go out and meet as many unicorns and humans as possible.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Jan 2, 2009 3:17:12 GMT -5
The night was crisp, encompassing, lit both silver and gold by moon and fire, but even their caressing glow did not catch the expression that flushed Rhaine’s face. Her eyes were very bright before she pinched them shut, not seeing the figures sweep away into the darkness or call her name. For that instant she was perfectly still, her conscious drawn inward, sinking deep, drawing from something ancient and unanswered until it brushed against the bottom of the well and held there, unabated. Teeth grit against it, forced to swallow, but just as it felt she might loose herself to this a new awareness began to form. And as enveloping as the darkness might have been, she knew in that instant she was stronger then it all. She drew in her breath, aware again of her surrounds and the steady pulse of the earth beneath her, around her, within her. The world fell back into place. She opened her eyes. The fire danced bright and merry and Falling Star’s song touched her ears. She turned, slightly, realizing the presence beside her in full for the first time, and the offered hand extended towards her. At the end of the other end of the hand the rest of the man was still looking down, and Rhaine suddenly wasn’t sure how much time had just past, whether her strangled sob had been out loud, and if he’d been there the whole time. Time reworked itself as she took stock of the last thing he said, turning to consider the hand again. That, and as a Guardian of Kalidore, how this was probably not the way a formal introduction to the isle was supposed to go. Bollocks, she frowned abjectly, and took the hand. “Liam?” she began considerately as he helped her to her feet. “Well met, and welcome. I am known as Rhiane, my friend is Lilaini. Please excuse our most informal of decorum if you will, and blame it on the wine.” She smiled apologetically, her eyes sincere. “We are pleased to have you with us on the Isle, regardless of what path brought you here. Kalidore is a haven for all, and you are most welcomed to it. And truly,” she squeezed the hand warmly, “as stewardess of this Isle, and you my guest, it is you who is most certainly to command me, and my duty to service you.” * * * Tyden was not a bad dancer by any means, but it was hard to be light on your feet with a sloshing wine goblet balanced in one hand and Lilaini – who, despite her extensive training and indisputable skill, was somewhat passed the point of being light on hers – was balanced in the other. He still had to grin, all things considered, cocked his head to the side and replied, “perhaps the question posed should have been, can your feet keep up with your drink?” And he had to swing the goblet out of reach again, as upon mention it re-entered Lilaini’s recollection along with the fact she was thirsty. (('tis short... 'tis also 3:30 in the morning... and before my brain starts doing really scary things, I will call it a night ))
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