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where do we go [Mathèo] - Vinati - 09-14-2016 It had been a few weeks since Ave's death, and Vinati found herself once more at the edge of the Dragon's Throat. She had always liked the golden-red sands by the water's edge, where she could listen to the waves lap at the shoreline and watch the seagulls float overhead. It was relaxing, though she knew not everyone liked it as much as she did. Sometimes she heard others in the herd complain about the sand at the water's edge and how it managed to get everywhere - but why on earth did they live in a desert if they don't like sand, might she ask? Orangemoon was in full swing now, though it affected the desert far less than it might the mainland. Still, the days were noticeably cooler (though still hot), and the nights had grown almost frigid to the young girl. She had been born into heat and Sun, and the loss of the warmth that she had grown so used to left her shivering more often than not. She had decided that she did not much like to be cold, and she could not help but dread the arrival of Frostfall. But that was still some time in the future, and it was silly and useless to worry about it now. Even if she did think the coming of cold to ruin their food and settle in their bones was a particularly So she wandered the beach, prancing here and there and pausing periodically to scuff her hooves in the sand. Sometimes she did it just because, but other times, she tried to sketch out a crafting design. She was young, but she was already a skilled jeweler, and designing upcoming pieces always thrilled her. Lately, though, she had been having trouble coming up with anything that was worth using her magic to make. In the back of her mind, the circlet that she had promised her father she would make for her mother lingered. It seemed almost silly to make it now that he was gone - it was supposed to be something that they did together, and despite having come to terms with Gaucho's death quite easily, she didn't want to embark on that project alone. It made his absence feel all the larger, and she didn't want to remember that though she could see him and hear him, she couldn't feel him. Ghosts were notoriously lacking in solidity. The waves crashed rather loudly off to her right as she started on her way again. The girl walked along the water line, following the curve of the wet sand when each wave came in and departed. She didn't get her hooves wet - she didn't like the way the water here tugged and pulled at her spindly legs - but she stayed as close as she could to the water without actually getting in. Seagulls hovered overhead, forever trying to fly while managing only to flap their wings in place. She wondered if the silly things knew that the wind was the cause of their struggle. If they would only turn around and fly the other way, maybe they would actually get somewhere. Talk. @Mathèo - sorry this took ten years ;_; RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Mathèo - 09-19-2016
@Vinati . Does she know they are related ? RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Vinati - 10-08-2016 The first thing that she noticed about the boy was that he glowed. Or, well, glowed wasn't really the right word. It was more like he stood in a particularly bright ray of sunshine, except that it was less light and more sparkle. It was quite enchanting, actually. The girl smiled as she approached, finding that the boy's silvery coat, tinged only along his flank with gold, only enhanced the effect. His was such a lovely picture that she was loathe to disturb it; what she wanted to do was sculpt him, to create a little crystalline figurine that perfectly captured his silhouette against the open sea. But it was at that moment that he must have heard her approach, for he turned to greet her with a cheerful, accented word. The girl was immediately disappointed that she had not been able to pause the moment, to capture its beauty and essence in art, but she brightened as he invited her to join him. Apparently he shared her love of the ocean, and as she came to a halt beside him, she took a deep breath of the salty air. "I'd love to!" Vinati agreed, her blue eyes casting out over the waves. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" It was more rhetorical question than anything, and she continued on without waiting for an answer. "One time, I saw this huge creature swimming out there. I think it was called a whale." The sand princess began to search in vain for a trace of one of the majestic creatures, but they were nowhere to be found. A blue-green, crystalline version of the marine mammal that she had crafted a few weeks before rested against her chest on a thin gold chain that her mother had given her. A flame-colored rose, also crafted by the girl, was twined in her short mane, glinting in the sunlight as she sighed. "My name's Vinati, by the way!" the girl exclaimed suddenly, her momentary disappointment about the lack of whales nearby abating in favor of a cheerful introduction. "What's yours?" Talk. @Mathèo - nope, she basically doesn't know any of her half-siblings are related to her lol. RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Mathèo - 10-10-2016
@Vinati. RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Vinati - 10-14-2016 Well, wasn't he just a little charmer? Vinati's gaze jumped back to the boy in time to see him looking her over appreciatively. She was too young as yet to be made uncomfortable by a kind eye admiring her appearance, and even if the pair was of age, his gaze might not make the girl uncomfortable. There was nothing even remotely lewd or leering, nothing that suggested that he saw her as anything other than a work of art. If she'd stopped to think about it, she might have basked in the irony of it: she was an artist, forever behind the beauty that she presented to the world, and yet here she was being examined liked some life-sized figurine. Mathèo. She filed the name away for future reference. A small part of her wondered if she might get away with calling him 'Matty,' suddenly shy as she realized that his full name wouldn't sound as lovely in her lackluster voice. "Well, it's lovely to meet you," she chirped diplomatically to cover up her sudden concern, smiling merrily as the talk turned to family. She accepted his explanation of his mother's parenting methods without a second thought. At her age, it was easy to accept new things, even when they were things she didn't understand. Her mother had always been insistent upon raising her, and such a communal method was foreign entirely to the girl. Still, she supposed, Matty would indeed have a large adoptive family! What she didn't realize is that both of them were practically related to the entire Throat herd by blood. The girl hadn't even met all of her full siblings, much less the half-siblings that seemed to pop up everywhere overnight. Of course, she didn't really know that there were other children from Gaucho who were not from Sohalia, too. Vinati's mother had spared her that little detail, avoiding the topic as much out of her own pain as concern for Vinati's wellbeing. In any case, Mathèo's question didn't strike the girl as strange or out of place; in fact, his explanation made her all the more eager to supply her lineage to the pretty boy. "My mother is Sohalia, one of the herd's Artisans. I'm sure you'll have seen her, at least - she's usually by the church these days, or at the oasis." The girl almost mentioned how down her mother had seemed in the short time since her father's death, but thought the better of it. "My father is - was," she corrected herself, wilting ever-so-slightly, "Gaucho the Wildfire. But he's... he died, so I don't suppose you'll know him." Talk. @Mathèo - do you think Gaucho's ghost would hang around Thèo? RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Mathèo - 11-12-2016
@Vinati. I'm the worst. Ilu i'm sorry RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Vinati - 11-15-2016 The strange light that surrounded the boy seemed to shine down from the heavens, and the little sand princess wondered if perhaps this colt was somehow blessed by the gods. After all, was it not said that gods lived somewhere vaguely upward in some faraway heaven? It seemed that, regardless of the legend, the skies were pure, full of morality and peace, whereas the earth was a messy land of hateful sinners, destined by their actions to descend even deeper into hell or somehow estrange themselves from it. If she was the sort to wonder about religion, she might have considered the possibility that pegasi were, by their very nature, more at one with the heavens than their earth-bound brethren. Did that make them better, she might have wondered? But she didn't, and she never would. Such was not her way. The sadness that lingered around the pair at the mention of the WildFire was nearly palpable. Still, sorrow could only keep its cold, bitter grasp on the ghost-seer for so long. In fact, Gaucho was watching them even now, the faintest of smiles upon his dark lips. More than likely, he already knew that both of the foals were his children - and as Matheo revealed as much to Vinati, the WildFire's presence suddenly made all the more sense. "Oh!" she chirped, brightening considerably from her momentary dejection. "That's why he's standing behind you!" It took a moment for the girl to realize that Matheo would not understand her outburst, so accustomed to her own oddity was the little sand princess. And after that moment passed - a moment in which he might have cast her a strange look, or asked what she was referring to, or perhaps merely let her Talk. @Mathèo RE: where do we go [Mathèo] - Mathèo - 01-01-2017
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