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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:30 pm
Though she was graceful in the sky, on the ground Mags was anything but. She landed in a small clearing, barely able to keep herself from toppling over. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips, and the horse carefully walked toward a patch of clover. At first, she just stared at it, not daring to reach down and pluck the tasty treat from its place on the ground. It just seemed so far to reach. Brown eyes fixed on the clover, Mags stretched her neck toward the ground, trying her best to keep her balance. Trying not to make a fool of herself, even if there wasn't anybody watching.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:02 am
Casanova had been enjoying the rainless sky for most of the early afternoon. Then, fortune had led him to a beautiful clearing that seemed to have forgotten that it was summer. The grasses were lush, and even succulent patches of clover nestled amidst the taller plants. A few small rabbits had found this clearing as well, and were enjoying the springlike bounty it presented.
And then, fortunes of fortunes, an angel appeared in the skies above and descended to the earth not a hundred yards from him. Her body was the sky itself, and her mane and tail were such an orange that even the flowers were jealous. As she touched ground, she seemed to stare longingly at the clover before her, but why hesitate?
Casanova did not blame her for not noticing him at first. He had been reclining in the grasses, and the greens of his body were not a far cry from the greens of the grasses. But as she arrived, he rolled to his feet and shook the grasses from his mane and tail. The scent of the flowers still clung to him, however, as he made his way towards this mysterious mare.
"The clover is sweet, my lady. Truly, this meadow is a patch of heaven fit for an angel such as yourself."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:24 am
Magaskawee's head shot up at the sound of a voice, and she fanned out her wings to appear larger. It wasn't really necessary, as the mare was already very tall; the tallest in her old home by the lake. Brown eyes turned to slits as the stallion spoke of angels and heaven. What the hell was he talking about?
Deciding that the odd stallion wasn't a threat, she tucked her wings neatly to her body, and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. Pink cherry blossom petals zoomed toward the other, seeming to investigate him. They floated about him for a moment before returning to circle the mare's feet.
"... Uhm... Can I help you with anything?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:57 pm
Casanova immediately recognized the signs of a mare acting defensively. Perhaps his approach hadn't been the most welcome in this instance. She seemed standoffish and apparently used to unwelcome advances.
Casanova himself was hardly a large soquili, being a flutter didn't exactly allow for that. But he had learned that size really wasn't all that important when one was charming and had become well aquainted with words. So while this mare was certainly taller than he, it did not seem to cause Casanova to pause or lower his opinion of her.
However, as the petal seemed to swirl over to him as if it had a mind of its own, Casanova regarded it with wonder and curiousity. At first, he second guessed himself. Was it some sort of pink insect? If so, it was quite adept in the form of mimicry. Regardless, it seemed to be aligned with this new arrival.
"I was actually hoping I might be able to be of some use to you." Casanova responded velvetly. "I mean you no harm, and I do hope that I did not startle you. I have been grazing here for a time, and detected no threats or predators."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:42 am
Magaskawee quirked a brow at the odd stallion. Surely he wasn't talking to... Her? She looked around, unable to see any others but herself and the flutter. Slightly taken back, she asked, "Use... To me?" The mare was still unsure of herself. What stallion would be speaking to a homely, clumsy mare like her?
Brown eyes examined Casanova more closely, and the mare let out a soft huff when she noted his wings. They reminded Mags of her father; a stallion she'd been raised to know as her brother. The thought disgusted her, and she swept it away while examining the rest of the stallion before her. His hues of blues, greens and tans faded well together, and she compared them to her blue body with clashing orange hair. How awful she must look.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:48 am
"Of course." Casanova responded, his voice velvet. "My apologies, however, for not being able to address you as you deserve - by name. Mine is Casanova, and it would bring me great pleausure to know yours so that I might savor and remember you all the more clearly."
He noted her derisive look at his wings, but made no effort to hide them from her view. Some soquili thought very little of the flutters, thinking them inconsequential or frivolous. Casanova, however, knew that he was no body's fool, and was confident in his wordsmanship to prove otherwise. He found that other soquili - particularly hotheaded stallions - who carried such beliefs were often fools themselves and easily duped.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 2:24 pm
"Uhm..." The nervous mare began, "It's nice to meet you, I guess... My name's Magaskawee. But it's kind of long, so you can call me Mags if you'd rather."
One of her petals began to glow a bright pink, and she quickly concealed it by covering the nuisance with her wing. They decided to act up at the worst of times, it seemed. A light blush spread across her cheeks before she began to speak. "How long have you been here? You know... In the Soquili Lands? I haven't seen you around before. Then again, I don't see much that isn't above the clouds these days." She flicked her tail, which got caught on one of her wings. Rolling her eyes, Mags wrestled with it briefly before it fell into place once more.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 2:32 pm
"Mags..." Casanova rolled it around on his tongue as if tasting the word. "That means... graceful, does it not?" He inquired with a look. "I love words, they are like paints to an artist in our conversations. The more colors you have, the more you can accurately convey the scene from your mind." He shook his head. "But I digress. I think your name is beautiful, Magaskawee... and you should not feel the need to clip it so short."
He smiled as he saw the hint of a blush spreading across her cheek. There, that was a good change from the brusque, standoffish mare who had landed in this field.
"I have been here for a few seasons." Casanova responded offhandedly. "However since growing out of my foalhood I have found myself constantly traveling - absorbing the sites and meeting new people. Every spot seems to have new wonders to share.
He smiled, and pretended not to notice her catching the rogue strand of hair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:14 pm
Mags rolled her eyes when he stated the meaning. "Yeah, that's what it means. I think that my bro--" She cut herself off to correct her mistake. "My father was playing a trick on me or making fun of me when he named me that."
Another strand of hair meddled with the mare's patience as it fell into her face. If it did this while she was flying, perhaps she'd give it up. Or maybe she should just give up landing instead? It would solve a lot of her problems, minus having to eat and drink. But surely she could figure something out?
She was quickly losing interest in the 'bug winged' stallion. Though the company wasn't all that bad, she longed to take flight and resume her solitary life amung the clouds.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:38 pm
"Oh, I would not say that." Casanova said with a dismissive shake of his head. "Grace is more than just smooth movements. Grace is that undefinable quality. A certain beauty. A turn of the head and a flash of the eye. And... if you do not mind me saying... you have all of these qualities in spades." There was no mockery in his tone, no snideneds. Just a genuine appreciation.
"He stepped forward confidently now, and with a brush of his soft muzzle, slid the errant hair away from her face. "There." He smiled up at her.
"What on earth put into your mind that you were anything but majestic?" He asked, sounding wounded.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 5:05 pm
The mare couldn't help but roll her eyes. This stallion seemed like just another stud that wanted some tail. Which wasn't all that surprising really. It seemed that all of the stallions she'd met were all after one thing. She couldn't help but blush when he removed the hair from her face, though.
"Well, are you blind? Absolutely nothing on me matches, I stand out like an apple on a peach tree, and I'm the clumsiest thing alive." She sighed as she spoke of herself. What did this stallion want with an ugly old mare like her, anyway?
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:44 am
"And what could be more beautiful than something of that nature? An apple is just an apple, but placed among peaches it is a wonder. A miracle."
Casanova shook his mane. "Whatever has caused you to think so poorly of your self? It is truly a crime. The word clumsy would have never escaped from my lips if I were to frame you with words. Why don't you tell me? I wish to know more about you, Magaskawee... to know you beyond the elegant turn of your neck or the beauty of your legs. What is in your heart?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:15 am
Magaskawee sighed. He just didn't get it, did he?
"I think what's true. I am a klutz, therefore I say I am. I'm not very pretty, and so I say I'm not. Simple as that." Her thoughts turned to her family, the one she hadn't known about until recently. Her mother who abandoned her, her clueless father who'd raised her as a sibling. The thoughts disgusted her, especially when all she'd met had families who loved them and cared enough to visit every once in a while. She tried her best to swipe the thoughts from her mind by changing the subject. "So tell me more about yourself, Casanova. Surely I'm not very interesting to talk about."
((Uber sorry for the late reply. Muse escaped, but I got it back into its cage. XD))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 11:27 am
Casanova truly frowned at Magaskawee's self depreciating acessment. "Something is only as negative as you make it out to be. If you tell yourself long enough that you are ungraceful, than ungraceful you shall become. At least to yourself. You must step beyond these and see yourself for the wonder that you are. Truly, any stallion would be lucky to find himself by your side, and any that thinks otherwise is a fool. No one is perfect. Were everyone flawless, this world would be absolutely miserable in its banality. Let yourself savor the sweetness and the goodness of this world. For if you choose to see the shades of darkness and flaws by themselves then it will only make you bitter and tear apart your heart."
He sighed, truly hoping to help her. "As for myself, surely, there is a more interesting tale to hear I am certain. But I live for life itself- there are so many wonders in this world that even if one were to dedicate his or her entire life to it, you could not sample but a fraction of what it has to offer. I feast upon poetry, upon the glories that inspire it. I seek to nourish my mind through learning, and my soul through experience."
((and no worries at all! I am a firm believer in not trying to force a muse ^^
EDIT 2 - but at this point, I'm going to go ahead and assume that this RP is inactive. No worries, and no problem with it :3 If you do decide that you want to continue it at some point, just let me know, but I'm going to take it off my watch-list smile ))
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