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01-05-2013, 12:12 PM
Romani
It was nothing to Romani to recognize her social skills, or the eloquent way that she naturally spoke. It was all engrained inside of her since she had been able to understand her parent’s words and lessons… After all, Ossic Briar, her homeland, was a place full of respect and genuine kindness. Everyone treated each other with respect, and all younglings in the herd were required to learn such lessons in etiquette in their early years. Romani had barely been a year old when she had met with the Queens of the herd, and engaged them both in active conversation. Of course, all of that was a long time ago, before her adventurer’s spirit had stolen her away from her home…
Now, though, her home was the Foothills. Was she still loyal to Ossic Briar? Of course. There would never be a part of her that wasn’t, but that was a lifetime ago. Now, there were so many opportunities in front of her; new individuals to meet, and a new life calling… The warrior couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
Levi’s reassuring words, that he would keep her company, made the palomino smile and she nodded her head, a slight dip that caused her forelock to sway before her azure eyes. “Thank you, Levi.” He then proceeded to speak of his home, the Dragon’s Throat, and how he was also curious about the other lands, displaying an open fascination with her home, as well. While she had no problem in letting the Dragon’s Throat warrior into the herd to show him around, she knew that it would be unwise with the civil war that was raging between the leads… It was all madness. Resisting the urge to shake her head to rid the thoughts from her mind, the Haflinger focused once more, speaking softly with kind undertones.
“Maybe one day, we can trade visits,” Romani said, raising a dark grey hoof and pawing idly at the ground, ivory tail swishing to shoo the flies from her hide, “I’ll show you the Foothills, and you can introduce me to the Dragon’s Throat. It may have to wait, however… Things in our herd have been hectic lately, for less than a better word. When things calm down, I’d gladly take you up on that invitation.” While she didn’t mind telling Levi what was truly going on within the Foothills, she refrained. It was the privacy of the Foothills herd and it needed to stay that way. Of course, it was nothing against the Pegasus stallion…
As Kasai continued to prowl playfully through the grass, Romani’s eyes glanced between the cub and the grullo, a grateful expression crossing her lips. Ever since they had met Adeamus in the Threshold, the palomino mare knew how badly her companion yearned to play with the feathered appendages. A pretty smile crossed her lips, eyes twinkling with gratification. “Thank you, Levi," Romani said again, "you’re too kind.” Turning her head to face her companion, she sent the cub an internal sign, beckoning her to ‘come’. The young tigress paused in her exploration and looked back to Romani, and let out another growling meow before returning to the two.
The white and black creature’s eyes landed on Levi’s wing, watching with pure fascination as he stretched the appendages out, shaking them back and forth in a teasing manner. The cub fell for it hook, line, and sinker, and hunkered down in the thick grass of the grove. Her ears fell flat against her skull, tail flicking left and right in her concentration, and abruptly Kasai pushed herself into the air, front paws outstretched to try and catch hold of the Pegasus’ wings. Of course, due to her smaller size and Levi’s much taller one, Kasai missed, landing upon the ground with a soft ‘oof!’
Watching the cub, Romani couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. “Almost, sweet! Come on, try again.” She said encouragingly, gaze drifting once more to Levi’s face as she laughed. It was all in games, of course, but the compact mare knew that one day, such playful skills could mean the difference between life and death. Idly she wondered if Levi was aware that he was helping to teach the cub such an important skill of life. Following the mare’s advice, but deciding not to leap into the air to try and catch the wings, Kasai merely sat in the grass, raising her right paw to bat at the feathery things whenever they grew close to her face.
Now, though, her home was the Foothills. Was she still loyal to Ossic Briar? Of course. There would never be a part of her that wasn’t, but that was a lifetime ago. Now, there were so many opportunities in front of her; new individuals to meet, and a new life calling… The warrior couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
Levi’s reassuring words, that he would keep her company, made the palomino smile and she nodded her head, a slight dip that caused her forelock to sway before her azure eyes. “Thank you, Levi.” He then proceeded to speak of his home, the Dragon’s Throat, and how he was also curious about the other lands, displaying an open fascination with her home, as well. While she had no problem in letting the Dragon’s Throat warrior into the herd to show him around, she knew that it would be unwise with the civil war that was raging between the leads… It was all madness. Resisting the urge to shake her head to rid the thoughts from her mind, the Haflinger focused once more, speaking softly with kind undertones.
“Maybe one day, we can trade visits,” Romani said, raising a dark grey hoof and pawing idly at the ground, ivory tail swishing to shoo the flies from her hide, “I’ll show you the Foothills, and you can introduce me to the Dragon’s Throat. It may have to wait, however… Things in our herd have been hectic lately, for less than a better word. When things calm down, I’d gladly take you up on that invitation.” While she didn’t mind telling Levi what was truly going on within the Foothills, she refrained. It was the privacy of the Foothills herd and it needed to stay that way. Of course, it was nothing against the Pegasus stallion…
As Kasai continued to prowl playfully through the grass, Romani’s eyes glanced between the cub and the grullo, a grateful expression crossing her lips. Ever since they had met Adeamus in the Threshold, the palomino mare knew how badly her companion yearned to play with the feathered appendages. A pretty smile crossed her lips, eyes twinkling with gratification. “Thank you, Levi," Romani said again, "you’re too kind.” Turning her head to face her companion, she sent the cub an internal sign, beckoning her to ‘come’. The young tigress paused in her exploration and looked back to Romani, and let out another growling meow before returning to the two.
The white and black creature’s eyes landed on Levi’s wing, watching with pure fascination as he stretched the appendages out, shaking them back and forth in a teasing manner. The cub fell for it hook, line, and sinker, and hunkered down in the thick grass of the grove. Her ears fell flat against her skull, tail flicking left and right in her concentration, and abruptly Kasai pushed herself into the air, front paws outstretched to try and catch hold of the Pegasus’ wings. Of course, due to her smaller size and Levi’s much taller one, Kasai missed, landing upon the ground with a soft ‘oof!’
Watching the cub, Romani couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. “Almost, sweet! Come on, try again.” She said encouragingly, gaze drifting once more to Levi’s face as she laughed. It was all in games, of course, but the compact mare knew that one day, such playful skills could mean the difference between life and death. Idly she wondered if Levi was aware that he was helping to teach the cub such an important skill of life. Following the mare’s advice, but deciding not to leap into the air to try and catch the wings, Kasai merely sat in the grass, raising her right paw to bat at the feathery things whenever they grew close to her face.
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
