Re: New Beginnings [Talia!]
Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 3:29 pm
As far as Warriors went, Chaos Flame was a bit of an oddity. He seemed to more or less lack the bloodlust and aggression that one would associate with his kind, but that really just came from a lack of ego. His father had raised him to be as modest as possible, to never overestimate himself or underestimate others, and truthfully he'd never had much of a reason to be competitive. He meshed well with his siblings, and his only childhood rivalry turned into a teenage brotherhood that had followed him into adulthood. He was feisty and fiery in more of a playful sense, if the situation allowed for it. He was impish rather than rage-filled. If trouble found him, he'd settle it, but he never went looking for it. It seemed his poor brother had gotten his share of all that, as he more fully embodied what was expected of a Warrior. Chaos was simple, at this stage in life he just wanted peace and stability.
There was a stark contrast in mood between Chaos, Lark, and Silver. Lark and Chaos both seemed to have this mist of hurt feelings and uncertainty about them, but SilverRain was all sunshine, all the time. It was so unexpected that Chaos' face actually contorted into a look of confused suspicion for a moment. It took him a few moments to piece together his friend's reaction, and he had to fight the very childish urge to roll his eyes as far back into his head as possible. Silver wouldn't have been surprised, but he was still trying to look somewhat respectable in front of Lark. His mood turned a bit somber again when the other stallion mentioned breaking the news to Vision (who would then immediately break the news to Frostbite, who was probably with Vision knowing his luck). Chaos understood that if this became a new pattern of behavior, they needed to be in the know as the mare's parents and the ones who dictated how much freedom she was allowed and in what circumstances, he just hoped they wouldn't hold it against him too heavily. He'd tried, though he had been admittedly distracted, and hopefully Silver would skim over that part.
Chaos Flame smirked half-heartedly at the stallion as he made to depart, he still felt like a lot of things had been left unsaid but maybe he understood more than Chaos gave him credit for. His reasoning for Lark staying behind was very sound and logical, but his look gave everything away shamelessly, leaving the pair in a new atmosphere that he hadn't felt in a long time. The seconds seemed too long, the silence impossibly loud, and he was suddenly aware of exactly how close she was and every movement of her body and gaze. She had said it would be her pleasure, and SilverRain wasn't exactly being coy, so it seemed she at least wasn't bothered by the implications of leaving them alone together. Or had she taken it entirely as a joke? He forgot that he knew Silver a lot more than most and could read him a lot more easily. The only one who might have been able to compete with him in that was Tinsel, because to be honest Silver probably saw her more often than anyone in their herd did since the two became an item years ago.
Lark was regarding him now, and he took a moment to casually survey their surroundings, feigning obliviousness until she either looked away or broke the silence. His head whipped around at the sound of her voice, not expecting the first words she uttered and blinking in surprise. He listened passively while she spoke, nodding almost to himself as he confirmed her suspicions directly at last. It seemed she was giving him the opportunity he'd denied himself earlier, so he tried to fluidly collect his thoughts and respond as carefully as possible.
"Whatever you were, or were not, doesn't concern me. It doesn't concern SilverRain, either. I didn't think things through enough, but you being able to eavesdrop on the conversation wasn't unintentional..." He smiled softly then. "It wasn't about you." He couldn't think of a less direct way to put it without getting his point across, so he decided to just be blunt.
As she moved closer, he brushed her mane out of her eyes to see her more clearly. A gesture that was far too familiar for how long they'd known each other. It had been reactive, and he startled slightly at himself. He'd just wanted to comfort her in some way, and contact had been the first thing that had come to mind. He could still feel the silken strands of gold caress the velvety top of his nose. It had been... nice. Ever since the loss of childhood innocence, so many interactions had suddenly become "out of bounds", and he missed simple contact.
"You really don't owe me any apologies, I think you reacted pretty naturally considering everything that's going on." He sucked in a breath then and looked away briefly as she spoke about Spire, mulling words over in his mouth before he released them. He looked at her very carefully, watching her eyes for any sign of offense.
"There's a strange atmosphere between you two for sure, it's easy for anyone to pick up on. I chalk this up to whatever memories he has that you don't... but of the memories you did retain... does he have any reason to be so obsessed with you? Part of the reason he makes Silver and I so uncomfortable is that we just can't get a read on his motives. But we also have limited information about him and... his past." It was more uncomfortable to ask about than he'd thought. He was trying really hard not to sound like a jealous would-be suitor, since he knew that by now she was easily cluing into his interest in her. Silver had opened the door, and in spectacular fashion, he'd practically barged through it with his physical advances.
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Mistveil didn't know what to make of Spire's reaction to her admissions. It had seemed to have caught him off guard, though he fielded it as smoothly as he could. It was unusual, and she knew it. She hadn't been a filly for... longer than she had been one, and yet still she was treated like she'd just entered the world yesterday. She knew enough to keep herself out of most trouble, and everything else would come with experience- she just needed to have the opportunity to have experiences that would lead to that kind of personal growth. She already felt completely different from who she had been just this morning, and it was thrilling and empowering.
"To be honest, your kind has been the source of all kinds of gossip since you began to appear. To think, you've been out there all this time, and though we know of every Altar that our kind comes from, yours was hidden for so many years." She was musing aloud to herself, clearly an equal mix of curious and perplexed. "That's hardly any reason to treat you or your kind like a threat, though, and I do feel obligated to apologize on their behalf." She smirked ruefully then. "Humans have been long regarded as the ones who shun that which they don't understand, but clearly we're no more infallible in that sense than they are, sometimes." She sighed, the sound almost defeated in nature. It was clear that a complicated mind swam just beneath the innocent surface of this one, a mind that had many time been underestimated and more or less ignored. What would she know, anyway?
Her frustrated thoughts came to a halt as she noted Spire's expression. He seemed instantly more at ease as they stepped into the shaded clearing, and he verbally confirmed as much just a few moments later. She beamed delightedly in response at him before turning to look over her little haven.
"Any reason is a legitimate reason to me, if it's how you feel. I'm glad we feel similarly." There was a strange... almost bubbling sensation in her chest. Buzzing, bubbling, brimming with a sensation that was new and intoxicating. She found herself eager for what he would say next, nervous that she would step over her words or misrepresent herself, and also sad at the realization that this might be the only time she'd get to share with him like this. When she went home to face the music, she knew she'd likely be forbidden from doing anything like this again. There was a part of her then that began to wonder how difficult it would be to sneak out unnoticed, maybe late at night or early in the morning... she was getting away with herself.
"Not much, to be honest. It seems it was mostly intentionally cleaned out before being abandoned. Some blankets, some buckets... it makes for a nice hideout if you're caught in the rain, though. I've waited out a storm in there before by myself." She wasn't supposed to have been left alone in the fields that day, either, and had already received an earful for even that much.
"I thought it might be best to talk someplace where we could easily hide, in case we were followed." Was he uncomfortable with all this? They already treated him coldly enough, they were probably all standing around blaming him for everything right as she was thinking about it. She didn't know how to ask, but she hoped that he would refuse if he didn't want to get dragged into the storm this would surely cause.
There was a stark contrast in mood between Chaos, Lark, and Silver. Lark and Chaos both seemed to have this mist of hurt feelings and uncertainty about them, but SilverRain was all sunshine, all the time. It was so unexpected that Chaos' face actually contorted into a look of confused suspicion for a moment. It took him a few moments to piece together his friend's reaction, and he had to fight the very childish urge to roll his eyes as far back into his head as possible. Silver wouldn't have been surprised, but he was still trying to look somewhat respectable in front of Lark. His mood turned a bit somber again when the other stallion mentioned breaking the news to Vision (who would then immediately break the news to Frostbite, who was probably with Vision knowing his luck). Chaos understood that if this became a new pattern of behavior, they needed to be in the know as the mare's parents and the ones who dictated how much freedom she was allowed and in what circumstances, he just hoped they wouldn't hold it against him too heavily. He'd tried, though he had been admittedly distracted, and hopefully Silver would skim over that part.
Chaos Flame smirked half-heartedly at the stallion as he made to depart, he still felt like a lot of things had been left unsaid but maybe he understood more than Chaos gave him credit for. His reasoning for Lark staying behind was very sound and logical, but his look gave everything away shamelessly, leaving the pair in a new atmosphere that he hadn't felt in a long time. The seconds seemed too long, the silence impossibly loud, and he was suddenly aware of exactly how close she was and every movement of her body and gaze. She had said it would be her pleasure, and SilverRain wasn't exactly being coy, so it seemed she at least wasn't bothered by the implications of leaving them alone together. Or had she taken it entirely as a joke? He forgot that he knew Silver a lot more than most and could read him a lot more easily. The only one who might have been able to compete with him in that was Tinsel, because to be honest Silver probably saw her more often than anyone in their herd did since the two became an item years ago.
Lark was regarding him now, and he took a moment to casually survey their surroundings, feigning obliviousness until she either looked away or broke the silence. His head whipped around at the sound of her voice, not expecting the first words she uttered and blinking in surprise. He listened passively while she spoke, nodding almost to himself as he confirmed her suspicions directly at last. It seemed she was giving him the opportunity he'd denied himself earlier, so he tried to fluidly collect his thoughts and respond as carefully as possible.
"Whatever you were, or were not, doesn't concern me. It doesn't concern SilverRain, either. I didn't think things through enough, but you being able to eavesdrop on the conversation wasn't unintentional..." He smiled softly then. "It wasn't about you." He couldn't think of a less direct way to put it without getting his point across, so he decided to just be blunt.
As she moved closer, he brushed her mane out of her eyes to see her more clearly. A gesture that was far too familiar for how long they'd known each other. It had been reactive, and he startled slightly at himself. He'd just wanted to comfort her in some way, and contact had been the first thing that had come to mind. He could still feel the silken strands of gold caress the velvety top of his nose. It had been... nice. Ever since the loss of childhood innocence, so many interactions had suddenly become "out of bounds", and he missed simple contact.
"You really don't owe me any apologies, I think you reacted pretty naturally considering everything that's going on." He sucked in a breath then and looked away briefly as she spoke about Spire, mulling words over in his mouth before he released them. He looked at her very carefully, watching her eyes for any sign of offense.
"There's a strange atmosphere between you two for sure, it's easy for anyone to pick up on. I chalk this up to whatever memories he has that you don't... but of the memories you did retain... does he have any reason to be so obsessed with you? Part of the reason he makes Silver and I so uncomfortable is that we just can't get a read on his motives. But we also have limited information about him and... his past." It was more uncomfortable to ask about than he'd thought. He was trying really hard not to sound like a jealous would-be suitor, since he knew that by now she was easily cluing into his interest in her. Silver had opened the door, and in spectacular fashion, he'd practically barged through it with his physical advances.
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Mistveil didn't know what to make of Spire's reaction to her admissions. It had seemed to have caught him off guard, though he fielded it as smoothly as he could. It was unusual, and she knew it. She hadn't been a filly for... longer than she had been one, and yet still she was treated like she'd just entered the world yesterday. She knew enough to keep herself out of most trouble, and everything else would come with experience- she just needed to have the opportunity to have experiences that would lead to that kind of personal growth. She already felt completely different from who she had been just this morning, and it was thrilling and empowering.
"To be honest, your kind has been the source of all kinds of gossip since you began to appear. To think, you've been out there all this time, and though we know of every Altar that our kind comes from, yours was hidden for so many years." She was musing aloud to herself, clearly an equal mix of curious and perplexed. "That's hardly any reason to treat you or your kind like a threat, though, and I do feel obligated to apologize on their behalf." She smirked ruefully then. "Humans have been long regarded as the ones who shun that which they don't understand, but clearly we're no more infallible in that sense than they are, sometimes." She sighed, the sound almost defeated in nature. It was clear that a complicated mind swam just beneath the innocent surface of this one, a mind that had many time been underestimated and more or less ignored. What would she know, anyway?
Her frustrated thoughts came to a halt as she noted Spire's expression. He seemed instantly more at ease as they stepped into the shaded clearing, and he verbally confirmed as much just a few moments later. She beamed delightedly in response at him before turning to look over her little haven.
"Any reason is a legitimate reason to me, if it's how you feel. I'm glad we feel similarly." There was a strange... almost bubbling sensation in her chest. Buzzing, bubbling, brimming with a sensation that was new and intoxicating. She found herself eager for what he would say next, nervous that she would step over her words or misrepresent herself, and also sad at the realization that this might be the only time she'd get to share with him like this. When she went home to face the music, she knew she'd likely be forbidden from doing anything like this again. There was a part of her then that began to wonder how difficult it would be to sneak out unnoticed, maybe late at night or early in the morning... she was getting away with herself.
"Not much, to be honest. It seems it was mostly intentionally cleaned out before being abandoned. Some blankets, some buckets... it makes for a nice hideout if you're caught in the rain, though. I've waited out a storm in there before by myself." She wasn't supposed to have been left alone in the fields that day, either, and had already received an earful for even that much.
"I thought it might be best to talk someplace where we could easily hide, in case we were followed." Was he uncomfortable with all this? They already treated him coldly enough, they were probably all standing around blaming him for everything right as she was thinking about it. She didn't know how to ask, but she hoped that he would refuse if he didn't want to get dragged into the storm this would surely cause.