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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 11:37 am
Keeping a sharp eye on the darkening sky to the west, young Seresai trotted quickly to keep up with her mentor's long strides, idly wondering if he was leading her to the promised meeting place with her father... or some sort of lesson. If truly the first, well, that was best not too think about. She knew her father had a penchant for difficult training grounds, but at the crest of a slippery hill during a thunderstorm did not seem quite as exciting to her as it probably did to him.
But if the latter, well she couldn't decide if meditating while lightning shrieked by her ear was any better then fighting in it was.
Whatever the case, she was quite certain she could handle it... despite being all of five feet tall and lacking the shiny armor or sharp horn of either parents, she hadn't meditated under waterfalls or drilled endlessly with her big brother Blais just to fall down and whine now.
No matter how much she kind of really wanted too.
Avert the thought!
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Ahead of the white and gold filly, Toujours slowly increased his pace, knowing that nothing but a long walk home after a quick visit to a secluded hot spring awaited the youngling... and he was quite pleased with the notion of surprising her with doing nothing but enjoying herself. He was well aware that she was thinking up every possible problem that could be thrown at her.. and as her mentor, he felt obligated to show her that sometimes (but only sometimes) good things can happen unexpectedly. Her father knew of course, and if everything had gone as planned, Seres' childhood friend Wildfire would already be there waiting for them with her chaperons Bonfire and Killian.
Though the dark horizon was not helping him out ... at all...
Hmmph, naturally ...
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:35 pm
A snort escaped the muzzle of the armor donned stallion as his piercing red eyes gazed upwards towards the blanketing sky. Another storm, how appropriate, Knight couldn’t help but think. The past few weeks he’d been wandering these lands he saw no chaos, no war, no strife. It was -to say the least- rather unnerving. He didn’t mind the peace and quiet, in fact, it really felt good (though he wouldn’t fully admit that to himself). But the constant endless days of wandering around and doing nothing much was getting to him. After all, he was a war horse; his duty was to protect those in his charge.
As the first few droplets of rain came down upon Knight, his scarred left eye lid couldn’t help but twitch. Perhaps it was because of the rain, his old scars did seem to help foretell the fall of rain, even when he couldn’t smell it himself. But, a lingering thought in the back of the stallion’s battle driven head couldn’t help but feel that something was approaching… something he was indefinitely familiar with.
His dark ears twitched as his nostrils flared slightly. The sound and scent of soquili not too far away were approaching him. From what he could tell by their hoof steps, they were no common soquili either. Knight’s transparent wings that had ruffled against the wind became silent as the dark. He stood quietly, neither threatening nor submissive. He stood as calm as any warrior would be before the possible heat of battle. He was always on guard especially during dark and dreary weather.
The soft beginnings of rain fall pattered on his face plate with plips and plops as the rain started to really come down.
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