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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:24 pm
No matter where his feet or wings took him, Laures always seemed to come back to this particular place. This serene meadow along the edge of the forest he was coming to consider as close to a home as he would get. There was a peace to this place that soothed his restless, wandering spirit. And after the adventures he'd had recently, peace was more then welcome.
There was a crisp bite to air, the temperatures dropping swifter during the afternoon, now that it was fall. He shuddered slightly with the chill, and the reminder that winter was once again on its way. This was definately not his favorite place to be during the winter, so he'd better get as much out of this visit as possible before he turned and headed for warmer climes to weather the oncoming season.
Stretching his wings, Laures tilted his head towards the sun, as though trying to absorb as much warmth from it as he could. A gentle smile crossed his face. This was the life.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 3:25 am
 It was the first day she had finally wandered out of sight from her mother. She thought she had finally gotten away to go on a real adventure, not knowing her mother was still close by and keeping an eye on her. The little flutter foal thought this was the perfect day, out on her own with nothing to stop her. She bounced about as she kicked up her heels in a gallop. She leapt into the air as she ran, hoping to take flight like her mother did so easily. Only to crash after gliding fifty feet.
She tumbled and slid through the meadow, her tiny body leaving a sizable skid mark in the dirt and soft grass. After a few slightly dazed seconds she quickly stood up, hoping no one had seen, but that was silly, she was alone here, wasn't she? She shook herself off, still not having seen that she wasn't alone. She was about to prance off when she finally saw the other flutter. Not her mother, brother, or father, but a stranger.
She stood as tall as she could, and shook the last dirt clod out of her forelock, before finally introducing herself. "Hello." She said quickly. "I'm Jelena."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 3:40 pm
There was a warmth and wonder to the day that made his blood sing. It was truly a day of wonder and a good time to explore, to adventure. To just be. Though the verdantly green flutter wasn't old, he wasn't getting any younger either. But there was one thing he refused to do... and that was to act his age. He stomped a front hoof and shook his mane emphatically as he made that promise to himself once again.
The wind blew blew a new scent towards him, warning Laures of the presence of another. He lifted his head and looked around, trying to locate this other. What he happened to spot, a brilliantly colored young flutter foal who seemed to be trying out their wings for the first time, was a sight that transported him back in time, in the clutches of his rather fickle memory.
A little green flutter colt wandered away from the cold disapproval of sire and dam, the partly sad feelings of the one sister who ignored him, and the pity of the one sister who adored him. He felt like he would suffocate on those emotions if he had to stay there even a moment longer. Once he made it a good distance away and into the edges of the forest he stopped. He remembered watching his parents effortlessly take to the sky, or change from regular size to that of a tiny butterfly. There was such beauty and freedom to this, it made his heart ache with the yearning to try it for himself.
The foal he was watching managed to make it into the air and glide for a short distance before tumbling out of the air and skidding on the soft grass below. He flinched slightly, knowing that it wasn't a pleasant sensation to crash. The sensation of freedom oce achieving the sky, the exhiliration, followed by the jarring reality of falling back to earth... this was never a pleasant experience. But at least this foal, filly he corrected in his mind as he got closer, had a soft landing, without having to worry about thick harsh underbrush or even harder unyielding trees.
"Once you make it into the air, it helps to flap your wings," he stated softly as he drew next to the dazed filly, not knowing if she would hear him or not." That is, if you're trying to fly."
He watched her come out of the daze, shaking it off. The way she did so was at once so familiar and yet not it caused him to take a deep breath. He could have easily been backk in time watching either of his sisters as they learned to fly. The whole attitude and demeanor... it must just be a female thing.
He chuckled gently as she hurriedly introduced herself. "Greetings, Jelena. I'm Laures."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:35 pm
"Nice to meet you Laures." She said with a flutter of her wings, mostly out of habit since she rarely stayed still for long. "I'll try flapping next time, I was just hoping I could glide like a bird, it looked easier." She said as she watched the rather frantic, chaotic flight of a passing butterfly, which looked so much harder than the birds made it look. She almost forgot her manners as she stared at the butterfly until it disappeared from view. Not that she knew much more than introducing herself, and not chewing on other Soquili's manes and tails.
She tried to remember what her mother said about things to talk about after introducing herself, and conversation topics that were to be avoided. She decided to go with the safest she could think off.
"The weather is pretty." She said, knowing it sounded stupid as soon as she said it. She wanted to discuss interesting things, like fairy tales about foal eating monsters, so she could learn some to tell to all of her more easily frightened friends. She scrunched up her face in concentration, trying to think of a more interesting conversation other than the weather.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:03 pm
Laures remembered what it was to be young, and he remembered the awkwardness that came with it. Regardless of one's breeding, lineage or nature. At times curiousity would override one's common sense. Other times it would be lack of knowledge of the way things worked. But nevertheless, foals and awkwardness went hoof-in-hoof. It was obvious to him that the young lady in front of him might notice the limitations of age and form, and one day when she overcame them, she would be quite the lady.
With one oversized brilliant blue wing he reached over to the filly trying to draw her closer. Ignoring the fact that this contact would bring her fairly close inside the bubble of space he liked to surround himself with, and that it was also breaking another of his personal rules- that no one was allowed to touch the wings.
"You see that butterfly, little one? See how he beats his wings, each a struggle to hold himself in the air, a struggle to attain ever greater heights and freedom. He flies, no matter the effort it takes because it is who he is. And he knows that anything worth having is worth every effort, every drop of sweat it takes."
He paused a moment trying to let his words sink in.
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