Maybe to those with aging eyes and one too many cracks on hard ravaged hooves would find such landscapes the norm. Or ones with great many a thought may miss what lays before them, the simplest of beauty lost in a myriad of raging arguments. Upon young features the greatest perception is born and lost in time. The thistles moaned as they were pressed into the earth, a flash of chestnut here and white there. A squeal ripped through his miniature maw and the bounding colt bolted across the meadow. There was a limp visible in his movements as it hampered the speeds he could reach. A startled rabbit burst from beneath the bushes, its creamy tail flickering as she fled. There was a scramble of legs before Nym finally came to a stand still to watch the creature in wonder. Everything was new and exciting, his short fur rippled in the shallow breeze. |
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07-24-2012, 02:53 PM
08-03-2012, 01:15 PM
A second pair of blue eyes joined the first after a moment. But these were different. Larger, and placed in a face that was darker than the young colt's, for the filly who possessed those eyes had a face just as black as her mother's. Save for the wide white blaze that made such a bold statement up her face. It began between her nostrils and raced straight and even upwards to disappear beneath a forelock that echoed that sharp division. The longest strands either blended with her blaze or stood out against the dark color to either side, while the shorter strands did the opposite.
"Whatcha looking at?" Was inquired as last from the other side of the stream, as those deep blue eyes lifted from the rippling liquid surface to gaze at the smaller colt. The young grulla was only a yearling, but already stood almost twice the size of the painted youngster. Given a few seasons that would change, but the fact remained for now. A splash upstream caught her attention, and she turned to watch a school of small fish jumping to catch the even smaller insects that hovered over the water. Her body was a mousey shade of brown that looked like it would blend in with the dry Tallsun grasses should she lay among them, but such camouflage would never be complete with a filly so startling marked in black at head and legs and tail, and further marked with white on face and in mane and tail. There was a playful impulse within her to go splashing after those fishes, to watch their sleek bodies glint silver as they swam away from her hooves. To stand in the water until they gathered their courage to swirl around her legs and nibble at the tiny bubbles of water that would collect on her submerged hide, tickling in their fishy innocence. She almost followed that impulse, ears flicking forward, until she remembered the colt she'd already questioned. Abruptly those blue eyes were back upon him, attention unwavering for now. Waiting for him to answer her question.
08-14-2012, 08:43 PM
08-16-2012, 04:27 PM
08-27-2012, 12:53 AM
It took a moment for the younger colt to finally speak up, inquiring after her identity after coming to grasps with her presence and her question. A quick grin crossed her features, but she didn't have a chance to respond before the sound of heavy hoofbeats and the clink of something... metallic, she thought... had her gaze lifting from the painted colt toward the older, gray pegasus who approached.
Inquisitively she watched the strange mare, intriuged by the necklace about her neck but seemingly unconcerned by the feathered appendages sprouting from her shoulders. This wasn't Kimber's first glimpse of a pegasus, but it was her first encounter with this one. Her tail, colored similarly to her mane, flicked against her haunches before she lightly bounced across the stream to stand beside to painted colt, lipping at his short mane. "She's a pegasus." She whispered conspiratorially, pleased with her greater knowledge. Something new was stirring in the water. Something that had nothing to do with the fish or the insects. A shape uncoiled itself, stepping onto the stream's surface with a swish of a fluffy tail that sent droplets of water flying from its tip. It was undeniably shaped like a fox, and was becoming increasingly clear to be a fox, even if it was made of water. The liquid swirled within its form, carrying fine particles of silt that made the patterns woven more pronounced. With a calm deliberation it strolled along the stream's surface a few steps before leaping free. Droplets of water showered from it when its paws touched grass, and it seemed to take a moment before stablizing and trotting to sit before the pegasus mare, head tilted back to regard her through eyes that were distinctly there. The water was of a different density in them, carrying more silt so they were darker, with an uncanny appearance to change focus with brief inquisitive glances about. Kimber giggled as she watched the fox, knowing it for the creature of magic that followed her ever since the Earth God graced her with magic. Sometimes it was the fox, sometimes it was a couple of ferrets. But they were always close by, even if she didn't see them. "I'm Kimber, and he'd mine." She nodded at the fox at that, making her own necklace of blue and blue-green stone rattle gently. | ||||||||||||||||||
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