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black water take over; any - Rivuline - 11-03-2019 i need nothing to travel the sea Rivuline Okay, so my first post with her & my first post in a long time! Anyone's open to talking with her; I'm still trying to feel out her character RE: black water take over; any - Celina - 11-05-2019 Celina rises from the tall grass where she has been lying, and her curious ears flick toward the teal stranger. A deep breath confirms that the tobiano mare is the source of the sea-scent. What is she doing here, the pale two-year-old wonders? This is no seaside haven. She steps closer, heedless of the space she leaves between them, and peers curiously at the other horse. She does not seem much older than Celina, the filly decides; certainly old enough to do her own adventuring. “You know you’ve got a…an um… a thing. Right there, on your back.” The pale filly gestures helpfully at the raised fin, and though she can’t see exactly how the thing has attached itself, she offers:“I could help you get it off, I think.” with a grin that shows off her serrated smile to best effect. Her head tilts as she waits for an answer, though she does not hide the shiver that wracks her body as another gust of wind makes its way through the open meadow. The winter seems far more bitter here without the protection of the trees of her homeland, and Celina casts a disparaging glance at a few nearby shaggy-coated horses. Her own coat is warm enough, but the scales that line her throat and underbelly provide no insulation. She had begun to understand what Pteron had meant about her inability to adventure for very long before she’d passed into the common grounds. Giving up early was not an option though, and she had been determined to make it here. The white filly, her iridescent markings all but invisible on this overcast day, is no longer certain why she had been so determined. It is cold, and she is cold, and there is nothing good out here at all. All she’s found is this poor mare with an uncomfortable looking growth on her back, which Celina gives one more pitying look to before introducing herself: “I’m Celina, by the way. What’s your name?” @[Rivuline] RE: black water take over; any - Catcher - 11-06-2019 Though beautiful from the correct perspective, winter was not the unicorn's favorite time of the year. The season's barren scapes and bittered winds could be harsh and rather unwelcoming in every possible sense. Sometimes the world felt empty, and in spite of the contentment she got from the vagabond lifestyle she led, that emptiness was relatable somehow. Maybe just a fragment of it, but it was still there - she could feel it. Not enough to be unsettling, but enough to be able to recognize that she and winter very likely had the most in common out of all the phases of the year. And she did not care for that at all. But the quiet on days like today is something she can appreciate, and Catcher busies herself with the search for anything that might possess some shred of warmth. Be that a place, a thing... even a person at this point would suffice, she thought, and carried on with a steady pace through the gathering lands. A curiously marked pairing grabs the reins of her attention, her chestnut painted body adjusts accordingly and the steps she places carry her over a path less worn. The girl with the fin is close to her own age she thinks, and the other younger based on appearance alone. When the wind shifts it rises against her, stirring an air of familiarity with it from the smaller of the girls she slowly approaches. The fire stained mare catches the iridescent one's observation and willingness to help a stranger. It makes her own lips part in a friendly half-smile when she comes to settle a polite distance from the pair of them. " An offer of kindness isn't common to find between complete strangers," she comments with the emphasis of a small laugh, "It's refreshing." Catcher had some doubt that the marvel upon her back was indeed a thing that needed to be removed, but it wasn't beyond her capabilities to be wrong either. And she contented herself to wait as storm hued eyes moved from the filly towards the young mare, curious of her response and to learn that if in fact, the thing would require removal. @[Rivuline] @[Celina] RE: black water take over; any - Rivuline - 11-07-2019 i need nothing to travel the sea Rivuline @[Celina] @[Catcher] RE: black water take over; any - Celina - 11-07-2019 The smaller filly blinks up at the turquoise with open curiosity. It does not occur to her that the stranger might be considering devouring her. Instead her, seafoam eyes dance across the older horse’s pretty face and tangled mane. That her attention lingers for a moment at Rivuline’s throat is a quirk of her instinct that she has never paid much mind to, and she never thinks that perhaps the other does much the same: and with the same golden-eyed stallion to thank for the inherited drive. Celina’s pale eyes flick toward the newcomer with bright interest. The greying chestnut has a lovely spiral horn protruding from her forehead, the sharpness reminiscent of her own teeth. Can she use it as a weapon, the filly wonders? She has seen the deer of her homeland spar with their tined antlers, but a single spike might be less useful. Decoration, perhaps, like the hollow bits of stone that are hidden in the tangle of her navy mane. The white filly decides that the newcomer is probably Marni’s age, and the white markings on her coat deepen the likeness. Nodding at her own observation, Celina, she continues after Catche’s observation as well. “I had a pinecone stuck in my tail once,” she tells them both, hopeful that her somber tone conveys the seriousness of the situation she describes. “And a nice lady helped me get it out even though I didn’t even ask.” With that act, the Balance was shifted, and her offer to Rivuline has been her effort to right it again. Life is a series of balances, she has been taught, with each act repaid in turn. Yet it seems that the odd growth on Rivuline’s back is something that she is attached to in more ways than one, and Celina shrugs her thin shoulders in acceptance. It’s not something she would keep, given the choice, but perhaps there is some hidden use for it. “It’s um, very nice.” She tell the older woman, unaware that the lie is painted boldly in her small face for both of them to see. The turquoise mare introduces herself. Rivuline, a pretty name, one that reminds her of water trickling over stones in a Taigan creek. “I’m Celina.” She announces, adding that: “It means ‘sky’” in case either of them wondered. When Rivuline asks where they are, Celina happily volunteers that they are in “The Meadow!” shooting a victorious glance toward Catcher, just in case the overo had hoped to speak first. She forgets, of course, the second half of the question, and smiles proudly. @[Catcher] @[Rivuline] RE: black water take over; any - Catcher - 11-09-2019 "Catcher is my name." Neither of them had asked her directly, but she figured she would give them that bit of information anyway. "It means I like to catch things," she says, with a wide grin, shifting her features for a breadth of a second to display a row of serpentine fangs and golden eyes. But it's there and gone with a blink of an eye and a purifying laugh. A snake she might be, and a catcher of prey on a few occasions, but she much preferred the act of catching and exploring dreams instead. In her opinion, it was much more fascinating and generally time better spent. As it hadn't occurred to the filly, it evades her that they might be equipped with their own unique predatory instincts. The maiden might have noticed the point of their teeth, but beyond that everything else remained hidden beneath the gossamer of blissful ignorance. There hadn't been an obstacle in her life yet, that brought with it those feelings of danger and pain and betrayal and guilt or anything else unpleasant for the matter. They were possible she knew, but a bridge uncrossed and path untravelled. She had been warned, desperately by a mother who had known all of those things on levels of intimacy no well-minded person would ever dare explore. But mother was debilitatingly afraid of something, she had been for a very long time, and Catcher was just not. "Not really. Not unless you're willing to travel and cross kingdom boundaries," her tone thoughtful, she quickly adds to answer the sea toned mare's second question. "But if you're looking for more of a quick fix, I would suggest moving into denser woods where the wind won't reach as much. The wind is what will drive the cold straight to your bones." The dream weaver smiles, wider now, looking between the two as if to beg them the same question "Where are you from?" @[Rivuline] @[Celina] RE: black water take over; any - Rivuline - 11-15-2019 i need nothing to travel the sea Rivuline @[Celina] @[Catcher] RE: black water take over; any - Celina - 11-15-2019 The overo mare introduces herself as Catcher, which is a very nice name, and Celina tells her so. “It’s a very good name,” she assures Catcher, deciding that it would be polite to not tell her that she already knew what catcher meant. It’s good to be polite, and perhaps Rivuline hadn’t known. For a moment, she thinks she had seen something like teeth in Catcher’s mouth, and gold rather than her current eye color. She starts to ask Catcher to show her again, but then the greying mare begins to speak about traveling and kingdom boundaries and finding a warm place to stay. The idea of warmth is certainly appealing, and judging from the way that Rivuline shiver, the sea mare might like it even more. If they stay here a little longer though, the cold will numb their skin and it will start to feel warm again. The white filly considers offering this as an option, but a brief moment of thought reminds her that they might not be like her family. Their bodies might not regenerate from frostbite so easily, so it is comforting to see that they do both begin to head for the windbreak provided by the trees. Celina, who had landed face-first twice in the snow by time they reach shelter, does not think twice about Rivuline’s brief slip. “Like in in the ocean?” She asks instead, turning her nestle her slim body against a broad tree trunk. It blocks most of the wind, she finds. “I’m from Taiga,” she adds, “but I went to the western ocean once, with Mom and Lilli. Mom said her Dad lives there but I didn’t get to see him. I’ve never gotten to see him.” The white filly doesn’t sound disappointed by this fact, it is just more information to tell these new friends. RE: black water take over; any - Catcher - 11-19-2019 “Thank you,” Catcher says to Celina with a sleepy smile. She thinks it’s a pretty okay name too, even though she had no say in choosing it. In fact, mother hadn’t even crowned her with a name until a while after her birth, unsure of what to name the only daughter she had bared. No name seemed fitting apparently, and it took the emergence of her gifts to finally discover a suitable one. The overo mare liked it well enough, but in her opinion, it wasn’t as pretty as Rivuline’s or Celina’s. “Yours is good too.” There’s not much in the way of hesitation after she suggests moving towards the trees. Practically as soon as she had mentioned the idea, the finned mare began the snow riddled trek towards denser cover. Wide-eyed, the unicorn watches with a sharp intake of breath as Rivuline slips, followed shortly thereafter by Celina using her face to break her fall not once but twice. She makes a weird sound in her throat that might have been the start of a question to make sure that they were okay. But they both look unaffected and rather proud, so she lets the question die on her lips. Suddenly grateful for having spent four winters in Beqanna already to figure out the winter footing, the dumbfounded girl follows them the rest of the way. Shortly after they’ve begun to settle in a place where the wind blessedly broke around them, her own question is reflected back at her. “Nowhere,” she says at first, then with an inkling of self-doubt she adds, “Everywhere?” She hadn’t been asked that before, and it made her feel a little confused and a bit tongue-tied when she thought too much into it. She exhales a sigh, “What I mean, is that I’m not really from anywhere and I don’t call one place home. I just...travel.” With an indifferent shrug, she repositions to hover her weight over a rear hoof and looks back towards Rivuline. The attention makes her somewhat uncomfortable, and she’d be glad to rid herself of it. Besides, just as Celina is intrigued, she’d like to know if the teal painted girl literally meant in in the ocean too. @[Rivuline] @[Celina] RE: black water take over; any - Rivuline - 11-19-2019 i need nothing to travel the sea Rivuline @[Celina] @[Catcher] |