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 Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 7:14 pm
Delacroix had only just arrived in these lands and already he was sick of them. He was sick of the marshes and their flies. He was sick of the mountains that were barely high enough to be impassable. He was sick of the spring days that alternated between chilly and scorching. All in all, he was sick of the entirety of this new place.
Or maybe he was just in a bad mood.
He huffed out a sigh as he trudged forward. He'd have to learn to like the area sooner or later. It wasn't as if he could return to his old home after all.
He didn't like where that train of thought was taking him. He thought for something to distract himself. There was a nice stand of saplings to one side of the trail that looked perfect for nibbling the leaves off of.
Not exactly high entertainment, but it will do. He left the path and walked to them and was soon pulling the soft new leaves from the springy branches.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:54 pm
"Wow!" She gave a squeak of a shout, shooting forwards, ungracefully towards large, to her, small to others, stand of saplings. With her orange rail a floating behind her and wings a glitter in the light, Jamaica headed ever onwards.
Though everything came to an abrupt halt as a springy branch, that she quite obviously got too close to smacked her backwards. Somersaulting head over tail, looking almost like a ball of white and orange she came to a sprawling stop in the tall grass. What was that? What had just hit her? Had someone cause it to spring like that? So many questions whirled around the already spinning head, at one point she thought she was going to be sick. With a series of squeaks and shouts, that sounded like more squeaks, she was back to her unsteady hooves... Then again, maybe not as the ground met her belly again, this time she didn't raise, only started at the pale purple hoof of a giant... Now she was in for it, that Jamaica knew for certain. No one ever met a giant and lived.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:05 pm
Delacroix was munching away when he heard the squeaks. His first thought was that he had stepped on a mouse. He stopped eating and blinked around. He wasn't fond of hurting animals unnecessarily and didn't like the idea at having crushed one underfoot. He lifted up his hoof and took a look under. He didn't see a mouse but once he lifted his leg another creature came into view.
He did a double-take. Was that a soquili?
He put his hoof down carefully and leaned himself down low to the ground. It was a tiny little white and orange flutter. Even in his glum mood Delacroix had to smile. He rarely saw flutters and it was even rarer to find one in its tiny form. "Hello there," he said down to her. "Can I help you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:21 pm
The giant was moving! The hoof before her moved, eyes becoming as large as saucers, she thought for sure she was done for this time. Averting her gaze from the raised hoof to the face of the giant, she noticed that its eyes were on her. Wings laying flat across her back to make herself look a little bigger, but she wasn't fooling anyone in her tiny size. When the head of the giant lowered down to her level, she scrambled backwards and onto her rump. Muzzle just about pressed against her chest, her ears had to be laid back against the loud roar of the voice that came.
"Don't eat me!" Came a whimper of a shout, trying to not to sound so small. "I didn't mean to get so close to your nibbles."
Tiny hooves battered at the ground as she remained planted to her spot. Jamaica didn't know what to make of everything and he was so... HUGE! Stretching her neck out she looked the giant's face over noting that there was something sticking out of his head. With a couple of blinks and her apparent fear leaving her nervous body. Jamaica's wings pulled her from the spot and she fluttered up to get a better look.
"What's THAT?!?" Stares wide eyed at the horn on Delacroix's forehead.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 4:32 pm
Delacroix could feel himself getting more and more distracted form his bad mood. Was the flutter joking with him? Did she seriously think that a unicorn was going to eat her? He didn't remember waking up as a kalona that morning and he would have noticed if he had gotten turned into a skinwalker. Incredulous, he watched the little mare.
"Not going to eat you, and that's my horn. It heals things... so if something else tried to eat you I could patch you up."
He tilted his head a little and eyed her with frank skepticism. "Are you all right, little missy?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:23 pm
Jamaica swayed from side to side as she watched the horn of the stallion. Eyes still as large as saucers before she looped backwards and looked him move in the face. Wings flattening at her sides before they moved again to keep her aloft.
"You a giant, but no no eat things smaller then you?" Tilting her head she glanced back up. "Horn look more like giant stick to carry small things like me on." She grinned a little spiraling up and tried landing upon the pointed tip, but tumbled through the air. "Jamaica alright. Just lost, Jamaica thinks. Many faces, but no names, many places she don't know."
Her face twists some as if she were fighting with something on the inside. Before long she was bouncing around, playing with small seed puffs that drift by. Clearly not all there in the head at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:08 pm
Obviously there was something a little off about the tiny flutter. She couldn't even string together a coherent sentence. She didn't sound like she was used to speaking another language, so it had to be something wrong with her head. Though Delacroix would have liked to wallow in his bad mood a little longer he realized he'd have to put it on hold.
"What's your name, little missy?" he asked with a resigned sigh. He couldn't leave her alone twittering around through the dandelions like this. "Do you have a herd that you're lost from? Is it nearby?" He wasn't in the habit of helping random strangers he found... but it would be pure irresponsibility to do nothing here.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:57 pm
Jamaica watched the stallion as she hovered in one place. Tail twitching behind her as her eyes narrowed a little. "Already said, Jamaica is me, I am Jamaica. You no hear first time?" She was resorting back to an age she had completely forgotten about. "Herd? No, don't think Jamaica has a herd. See many faces in head, but don't know who they are or where they are..."
Puzzled, she sank from the air to land on a flower blossom. With golden wings falling still, she stared at her own hooves, now more confused then anything else. Did she had a family? She remember hazy faces, but knew not the names of them. If she did have a herd it was a good long ways off as the wind flies. Glancing back up to the Uni, as she had come to figure out on her own, but she liked the name horn-head better. This made her giggle a little, look away and stomp her tiny hooves causing pollen to stir. Wrinkling her nose, Jamaica sneezed sending herself off the blossom and back into the grass.
"Silly flowers, make Jamaica almost lose head." She sneezed again before returning to sight. Really, she could use some serious help.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:00 am
Delacroix watched the little flutter named Jamaica with obvious dismay. He wasn't going to get out of this one easily. "The flowers make you lose your head, eh?" he asked distantly. He lifted his head for a moment and looked off into the distance. There was no avoiding it. He had to step in and do some public service.
"Well, Jamaica..." He turned back to the little flutter and pulled a smile onto his face. "How about we try to find someone you know around here? Do you have any friends you can go visit?" He hoped the answer was yes. Where would he go with her if she couldn't even point out a vague direction? He'd be stuck wandering around aimlessly, and that wasn't going to do anyone any good.
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