Quiet Contemplation (An RP for anyone who wants to join!)
Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:43 pm
OOC: Here's the link to all my Serians, as I plan on having them in this RP here and there, at various times. ^^
http://www.angelfire.com/realm3/moonlit ... eadows.htm
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BIC:
Although he occasionally enjoyed the company of new Serians and unidentifiable presences, today he was a little unsettled by the overwhelming amount of people and Serians... and all the general bustle that had become such a part of Lady Talia's cottage in the valley. Instead, he had chose to take off with Nymph by his side. Goodness, the mare was practically mute! he thought with a slightly audible chuckle.
He hadn't gotten the time to know his bond-sister that well, but it's not like there was much information to know. Talia had found her wandering, and it had since been established that the little flighty mare had suffered from some form of amnesia, and had not been able to recover anything from her past except for bits and pieces here and there that she shared only with the Lady. That suited Vision just fine, for she was a breath of fresh air, as far as temperament went. His bond-siblings were brassy, bold, loud or resentful and withdrawn... and here was this timid little thing, so nimble that she barely made a noise as she trod on the leaf-strewn ground, or brushed past overhanging branches. She moved like a dancer, and although he couldn't actually see her movements, he sensed the way her hooves hit the ground, and the sway of her body well enough to know that she was lively and had a fluid pace. She had a slightly breathy voice, like the faintest whisper of a breeze through the trees, most definitely a soft soprano. He knew she had wings, for he could hear their slight rustle every now and again as she shifted them, either as a form of figeting or nervousness, and he was familiar with the sound having been with Bridle and Silver for so long.
A slightly tremulous voice interrupted his train of thought as the mare finally spoke, all the while directing him calmly through the weave of trees and underbrush.
Do you think they've gone perhaps? she asked shyly, nosing him a bit more to the left in order to avoid a low hanging branch.
One would hope so, although I'm not counting on it, he replied, a bit bemused, Knowing Talia and the way she holds her parties, I'd say the birthday celebrations are not likely to end for a long while. She'll be making up for time even more so since the celebrations are a bit...belated. Even though he couldn't see her, he smiled inwardly, somehow knowing that she wore quite the disturbed and distressed expression on her face.
Sh-.. ssshould we head back then? the voice quavered at his side. He supressed the urge to whinney aloud in laughter at her obvious nervousness.
Only if you wish... although I daresay getting used to the company would be good for you, he added, a mite bit chidingly. The mild reproof hit home and the mare instantly went mute again in worried agitation, and he noticed that her once gentle nosings at his shoulder had become less and less noticeable, as if she wished for him to get lost in the woods simply so she would have an excuse to avoid going back until she "found him". Again, he almost laughed aloud. The touch was merely a courtesy that was usually granted to him... he knew the woods better than this little mare-sprite did sometimes. They were his secret hideout when he felt as if the world were closing in on him...
Impatiently he flicked his tail, slightly annoyed by Nymph's doddling. If truth be told, he had little desire to return at the moment himself... who would know who was there at this moment? And ever since Vision had begun to have...female... problems... avoidance seemed to be the best tactic until he had time to clear his head. Which he should have done by now, and he had...err... sorta... but none the less... Oh who was he fooling!? He had well and truly botched his relationships and had escaped from them, using running as an immediate course of action. And he hadn't stopped running...
Suddenly, he felt quite a bit different about returning, and was about to suggest that they turn the opposite way and go visit such-and-such-a-place, when Nymph trilled out in a faint whisper of apprehension We're almost there... I can hear everyone now...
With a great degree of agitation, he stomped his hooves, making his golden-shod ankles jingle from the bracelets and tossed his amethyst mane with a snort of sudden irritation.
Let's get this over with... he murmered darkly.
~~Back at the cottage~~
Talia muttered, equally as darkly under her breath as she figited, trying desperately to fix the cake that she had so painstakingly made with little sugar flower buds and intricate writing...
She paused in her toying with the cake to glare at the culprits. Side by side they sat, velvety noses covered in ice blue icing, trying hard not to laugh and lick the yummy substance off of them. She growled again in annoyance and finally threw up her hands in defeat.
"Well, that does it! It's beyond repair... completely, 100% well and truly botched to the enth degree! I hope you enjoyed it!"
Again, she glared at them, a most venemous stare that would have had most quailing under her stony gaze, but instead, a blue and starry patterned male chirped up with a Quite good actually! And a happy birthday to you my dear Lady! Beside Galaxy, Silver snickered softly, sticking out his tongue as far as he possibly could to try and slurp up the last remaining bits of cake and frosting from his nose, looking quite the sight as he realized with a slightly downcast expression that he wasn't quite talented enough to reach the spot on his nose that he wanted to.
Aha! He yelled out triumphantly as he simply leaned closer to Galaxy and gave him the slobberiest most disgusting lick he could procure. Tasty, he added in amusement, as Galaxy's face crinkled in sudden disgust. Galaxy frowned at his bond-brother.
Talia couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Indeed, they were little imps, but they lightened her heart when her burdens were too heavy.
"Fineeeee...." she said with a drawn out sigh, "at least help me carry stuff out to our guests then, if you see fit to distroy and devour the main dessert!"
The two nodded most vigorously and began to gather up silverwear and various items in their mouths, both still covered to various degrees in blue icing.
http://www.angelfire.com/realm3/moonlit ... eadows.htm
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BIC:
Although he occasionally enjoyed the company of new Serians and unidentifiable presences, today he was a little unsettled by the overwhelming amount of people and Serians... and all the general bustle that had become such a part of Lady Talia's cottage in the valley. Instead, he had chose to take off with Nymph by his side. Goodness, the mare was practically mute! he thought with a slightly audible chuckle.
He hadn't gotten the time to know his bond-sister that well, but it's not like there was much information to know. Talia had found her wandering, and it had since been established that the little flighty mare had suffered from some form of amnesia, and had not been able to recover anything from her past except for bits and pieces here and there that she shared only with the Lady. That suited Vision just fine, for she was a breath of fresh air, as far as temperament went. His bond-siblings were brassy, bold, loud or resentful and withdrawn... and here was this timid little thing, so nimble that she barely made a noise as she trod on the leaf-strewn ground, or brushed past overhanging branches. She moved like a dancer, and although he couldn't actually see her movements, he sensed the way her hooves hit the ground, and the sway of her body well enough to know that she was lively and had a fluid pace. She had a slightly breathy voice, like the faintest whisper of a breeze through the trees, most definitely a soft soprano. He knew she had wings, for he could hear their slight rustle every now and again as she shifted them, either as a form of figeting or nervousness, and he was familiar with the sound having been with Bridle and Silver for so long.
A slightly tremulous voice interrupted his train of thought as the mare finally spoke, all the while directing him calmly through the weave of trees and underbrush.
Do you think they've gone perhaps? she asked shyly, nosing him a bit more to the left in order to avoid a low hanging branch.
One would hope so, although I'm not counting on it, he replied, a bit bemused, Knowing Talia and the way she holds her parties, I'd say the birthday celebrations are not likely to end for a long while. She'll be making up for time even more so since the celebrations are a bit...belated. Even though he couldn't see her, he smiled inwardly, somehow knowing that she wore quite the disturbed and distressed expression on her face.
Sh-.. ssshould we head back then? the voice quavered at his side. He supressed the urge to whinney aloud in laughter at her obvious nervousness.
Only if you wish... although I daresay getting used to the company would be good for you, he added, a mite bit chidingly. The mild reproof hit home and the mare instantly went mute again in worried agitation, and he noticed that her once gentle nosings at his shoulder had become less and less noticeable, as if she wished for him to get lost in the woods simply so she would have an excuse to avoid going back until she "found him". Again, he almost laughed aloud. The touch was merely a courtesy that was usually granted to him... he knew the woods better than this little mare-sprite did sometimes. They were his secret hideout when he felt as if the world were closing in on him...
Impatiently he flicked his tail, slightly annoyed by Nymph's doddling. If truth be told, he had little desire to return at the moment himself... who would know who was there at this moment? And ever since Vision had begun to have...female... problems... avoidance seemed to be the best tactic until he had time to clear his head. Which he should have done by now, and he had...err... sorta... but none the less... Oh who was he fooling!? He had well and truly botched his relationships and had escaped from them, using running as an immediate course of action. And he hadn't stopped running...
Suddenly, he felt quite a bit different about returning, and was about to suggest that they turn the opposite way and go visit such-and-such-a-place, when Nymph trilled out in a faint whisper of apprehension We're almost there... I can hear everyone now...
With a great degree of agitation, he stomped his hooves, making his golden-shod ankles jingle from the bracelets and tossed his amethyst mane with a snort of sudden irritation.
Let's get this over with... he murmered darkly.
~~Back at the cottage~~
Talia muttered, equally as darkly under her breath as she figited, trying desperately to fix the cake that she had so painstakingly made with little sugar flower buds and intricate writing...
She paused in her toying with the cake to glare at the culprits. Side by side they sat, velvety noses covered in ice blue icing, trying hard not to laugh and lick the yummy substance off of them. She growled again in annoyance and finally threw up her hands in defeat.
"Well, that does it! It's beyond repair... completely, 100% well and truly botched to the enth degree! I hope you enjoyed it!"
Again, she glared at them, a most venemous stare that would have had most quailing under her stony gaze, but instead, a blue and starry patterned male chirped up with a Quite good actually! And a happy birthday to you my dear Lady! Beside Galaxy, Silver snickered softly, sticking out his tongue as far as he possibly could to try and slurp up the last remaining bits of cake and frosting from his nose, looking quite the sight as he realized with a slightly downcast expression that he wasn't quite talented enough to reach the spot on his nose that he wanted to.
Aha! He yelled out triumphantly as he simply leaned closer to Galaxy and gave him the slobberiest most disgusting lick he could procure. Tasty, he added in amusement, as Galaxy's face crinkled in sudden disgust. Galaxy frowned at his bond-brother.
Talia couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Indeed, they were little imps, but they lightened her heart when her burdens were too heavy.
"Fineeeee...." she said with a drawn out sigh, "at least help me carry stuff out to our guests then, if you see fit to distroy and devour the main dessert!"
The two nodded most vigorously and began to gather up silverwear and various items in their mouths, both still covered to various degrees in blue icing.