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Post by Vel on Aug 7, 2011 21:54:59 GMT -5
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Cosette happily hummed as they moved through the lands of Liberta. It was not a particular melody, just something that she made up as she went along. Everything the young mare did was always happy and filled with a sense of joy, even in the darkest of situations. The brindle did not look back once to see if the stallion was following, for she could hear the very soft footfalls and the exhaling of his breath as they pushed forward. His blindness had never crossed her mind more than once. As far as she could tell, he could see more than the average horse could. His other senses were so keen that he did not have any trouble negotiating their path. Perhaps he had the advantage of being Chikao. Being half elemental herself, Cosette was aware that those breeds held certain abilities that were far beyond those of the regular horses like her father. These abilities did not have to be some strange element bending power, but more natural things, such as being able to somehow 'see' when one was blind.
The mare truly did feel a sense of awe when she was around an accomplished horse such as Greymarch, especially a born leader of an elemental group. Those leaders always had to be the strongest, the most powerful in their element. He must be a master of using and teaching his herd's powers. Cosette had tried to get her mother, a full-blooded Arrat, to teach her as much as she was able to, but that never happened. Sometimes Cosette doubted that her lineage graced her with any abilities outside of the natural ones inherited from her Arabian father's side. There were certain times when she had felt as if there was a strange tingling coursing through her veins, a new sensation that caused a spark to go off somewhere in her mind. As soon as it came, it would be gone. Even though this stallion was not of her heritage, perhaps he would know something about these feelings, or even a bit about her breed's power. After all, he was one of Wisdom. That would be something to keep in her mind; a question for a later time. Right now she had to focus on the current task; finding her father to introduce him to Greymarch.
"Well, this is the famous Terra delle Liberta." she said, breaking the comfortable silence between the pair. Her land was known all over the island. Some horses loved it, others hated it, and some did not care one way or the other. Nevertheless, it was a universal name. If the name was spoken on the whole other side of the island, horses and other creatures would still know what was being talked about. "Now I just have to see if I can find Father somewhere around here. This land is large enough that you can be alone without seeing another horse for a day or so. Unless you're looking for them of course. Sometimes its really nice that way, especially when you have rather annoying siblings all over the place, but a real pain when you are actually looking for someone." she said with a small sigh as she looked around. She only spotted a couple of the herd's older mares grazing in the distance. She doubted that they would know where her father was, for they never spoke to him much.
Looking up to the heavens, Cosette spotted a raven. Her eyes lit up as she let out a whinny, calling the ebony creature over to her. It quickly answered back with its own hoarse caw as it flapped over to her, eventually landing on a nearby tree. Cosette quickly looked to Greymarch to explain. "I don't know if you know this, but Liberta and Rocas are great friends with the abundant raven population of the island. One great thing about that is they can quickly help you find someone you are looking for." Once she was done with her explanation, she asked the raven if he knew where her father was. The bird responded by saying that he was not sure, but he would go look for the black stallion and bring him to her. "And now we play the waiting game. At least we should not have to wait long. The ravens are very fast and get the messages across right away. Plus, I know my father won't waste any of his time getting here." she said with a small smile.
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OOC: Sorry for the late reply, my muse has been kinda dead lately
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Post by Storeh on Aug 13, 2011 11:32:43 GMT -5
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'You can hardly fight with one who knows all...'
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Without the guiltlessness of a cause, the Elemental Lord stood with the projection of the barest of blissful airs chiseled finely into the edges of his coat, casting a temperament not pondered with malice to the mindful eye of the world sheltered in grasp. Without taking the graces he had thus pardoned to others, there was not a case of flaunting in the presence of others, feeling a resigned composure instead as he was with the persisting thought of company. This was without the bow of condescending tones, mindful as he was of the past, bettering then to leave it thus resolved. In this light, the speakings of the mare he absorbed was as well measured as the next in turn, a calming sort of nature to be taken on the tone that smoothed out any lingering unrest he could have otherwise felt for his treading into this place of sanctuary to the normal equine. With the comings of such a place etched with engraving into the lay of the land itself, it was of little wonder why such pondering and stupor could be caused with the collection of grass, water, and rock, merely Earth given substance through the noble air it projected. There was a new thought then that came with her breath, though it was without saying more of subjected in nature, information presented nigh without clause, asking to be brought into so casual a conversation as the one that stilled them now. Begging for his composure, corrupted without ease, the smile so given without the filing of need, the future once more having plans with the waiting of events to pass. Petaled ears flickered with the audios whispered on the breath of the winds, the tongue of the trees with news on the tresses, though the cliffs looming so high countered with the speakings on the low, leaving Greymarch both drawn and decided, not allowing the expression rise to his face in show. Pieces to be stitched already then sown, the falling of events a spectacular show, for it was odd for things to go exactly as they had been planned.
His head bowed slightly to his own hiding of cause, the smallest of movements enough to relax, the moving of breath for her voice continued in play, the explanations given unneeded, but heeded with the respect felt for the manners laying sheltered without use. Cosette was projecting so much more than one would expect, the tempting little aspects of her aura peppered as though with silk, showering with a pride and dignity that drew the line inward. His smile grew with more mention of her father, though it was the humors that were lined in the speaking of time, for her measurement of such things reminded him of days when he was without knowing, as though looking through clouded glass. Without feeling resentful for his own dire tides, the stallion took a step forth with the craning higher of his neck, as though to peer straight ahead, though most found find it unsettling. Still there was the projection of stale distaste on the air, for something else was in order than was not playing into his hands, a disturbance in signal he did not wish to accept, the traces so lingering almost as though not there, another life of aura so fading yet blaring like a trumpet on air. Wise not to miss it, enough to continue his expression of ease without fumbling with the mask he had mistaken. The Stranger of Our Holocaust, the aura enough to make another shiver creep, submerged to drown in mind yet the conscious thought to persist. It was not in the asking of where in why, but the knowing of natures to Vaiveah in time. Mattered in little, the seeds of the past, tilled under as they where. Again his mind was fevered in remittance, though he turned the blind eye back to the fea, thinking himself as clever as the usual speculation but not in vain nor ignorant of truth.
'Though it may seem needless, I must give my own thanks once more, Cosette, especially in consideration for the time I must be stealing from you,' There was the leaking of humor, though the jest may be once sided, with the encouragement given with the ease of the smiles, so gifted as they where in the presence of the fea, as though she was the conjurer of such pleasant of things. 'Your homeland is a very humbling place,' He added on the breath of one strand of his own thought, something softly spoken with the tone suggesting an afterthought, yet he turned his head slightly, more so of a tilt, to subject her to the natures once more of his grin. He was not uncertain, for one could never afford to be pressured as such, the taken of moments gifted without clause. The orbs she bestowed something of candles to the like, a memory of forgotten things that never where incased in a spite. Feeling inescapable, yet knowledge immortal with grappling images. Blind eye more so of mind's eye with the watch of demons brewing under hide, yet the calmness of consideration an aspect he need not hide. There was many a pattern sown in the fine lines of a mission undetected, unuttered, and passed amongst a ranking of singular disposition. Smallest of hints like clarity and the cleaning of glass, every moment a book to be read, processing in his mind like a million miles ahead. Knowledge not sparse, information always wanted, hungrily taking in like years to be shed. So many times to ponder a restless waking of dream, unfolding like pages too complete to be fool's, too arrant to be warranted, and too perfect to be circumstance. As was the way of the world.
Falling into place like ashes scattered on the wind.
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