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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 5, 2019 16:55:41 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post Sixteen
"I can see how it might be hard to deal with," the mare mused, nodding her head as she listened to Lyda's explanation of how her blessing worked. "But it is a beautiful thing," she agreed, sounding thoughtful as she stared over at the zebra mare, trying not to look too long in her direction, lest it cast suspicion upon her. "My childhood?" echoed the mare, looking shocked. "I...um...I didn't really have one," she admitted, shrugging. "My parents chose to use an aging potion on me when I was small to keep me safe from the Flight," she explained, sounding nonchalant about the whole ordeal. "I didn't get to be a kid for long, but what time I did have...it was pretty fun. You know, for being born in a prison camp," she admitted with a shrug. "Torrine wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly good either," she stated fairly. WC: 153 |
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Post by foalish on Aug 6, 2019 14:17:16 GMT -6
Lydia
Lydia nodded in agreement, smile softening. Her gaze averted, and she didn’t say anything further on the point. Letting, instead, the conversation topic come to a natural lull, and move onto the next.
Her gaze was back in Moree as she began to talk. She was confused for a second - eyebrows creasing, head tilting at the mention of a lack of childhood. It struck her the second later that Moree had mentioned aging potions. And suddenly it made a lot more sense. And it was only confirmed as she went on about her own experiences, aging potions included.
But she was struck by surprise a second time, her expression sickening a bit. ”You were born in Torrine?” She sunk back again.
Torrine was a whole thing - she hadn’t experienced it, just being held back by the flight when they took the capital. Her own opinions aside, she couldn’t imagine being born in any place like that - let alone being allowed to be. Especially the Talorian Emperor making his citizens go through that. It was perhaps not a thing she’d expected to hear - but it made sense, as much as she hated it.
”I-,” she stared, failing immediately on what to say. She had to try again. ”I can’t imagine. That feels so long ago.” It felt like anything she could say felt insincere. ”I’m sorry about that,” she looked over at her, holding her gaze for a long time.
She hadn’t suffered much like that at all growing up - but that came from being born with fins and a blessing. And having no direct Pegasi in her lineage thanks to careful arrange marriages. There wasn’t much she could do, or relate to, other than give her sympathy.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 7, 2019 17:08:37 GMT -6
|| Moree || Cleric || Post Seventeen ||
Moree shifted slightly, looking slightly uncomfortable. She was used to receiving pity for being born in Torrine, but she'd never really felt as though she needed it. After all, she'd been but a child when she lived there, and despite the fact that her family seemed upset by being there, she had enjoyed it thoroughly. Her parents were there, as were her friends, and many other equines she could learn from. There, she'd learned to be kind to her pegasus brethren, and not to judge others on their appearance, but on their character. In many ways, it had been a positive experience for the young girl, as she'd been too young to really understand what was happening around her.
"I mean, I wasn't there for long," she backtracked, trying to assure Lydia that she was fine. "Besides, I was really little. Even after the aging potion, I had to kind of catch up to everything," she explained with a small shrug. "But...thank you...for actually caring," Moree added hesitantly. One thing she'd noticed was that many horses got a glazed over look when they talked about Torrine, and proffered up pre-made pity for the horses who had lived there, almost as though they were trying to make themselves feel better about the horses who'd lived in the camp. But from Lydia, Moree didn't get that sense. She felt as though the zebra mare genuinely was sorry that she'd had to endure Torrine's embrace.
Almost without thinking, Moree reached out, brushing her muzzle against the other mare's coat in a comforting manner. When she realized what she was doing, the palomino jerked back immediately, flushing warm under her coat. As much as she chided herself for moving out of turn, she couldn't help but think about the small zap of electricity she'd felt as she reached out to touch another mare, even just on the shoulder.
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Post by foalish on Aug 10, 2019 20:41:33 GMT -6
Lydia
Her expression slowly started to shift back to neutral as her own thoughts started to clear, and her focus returned back to the conversation. But her smile few a bit, getting softer. She looked up at Moree as she began to talk; Lydia could hear some hesitance in her voice, but she was having a hard time trying to figure out exactly all Moree was thinking on the matter.
She gave a slow nod, keeping her gaze on the mare, ”I can imagine.” Her tail curled up next to her side - she found herself tilting her head unconsciously, blinking a bit in surprise. ”Of course, it’s the least I could do.” She tilted her head a bit more - momentarily confused by the last sentence; her own words rung true. But did it really needed to be thanked, for basic care? She blinked it off and tried not to think too hard about it.
It was the sudden contact that made her pause, lulled into stillness, her eyes shooting to Moree immediately. When she noticed the other mare’s flush, she was suddenly very aware of her own. After the second it took to regain her composure, she instinctively leaned against the mare, perhaps a bit too heavily, with her gaze up at her, somewhat looking away. ”I think our stop turned a bit longer than intended - I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 11, 2019 16:19:57 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post Eighteen
At the mention of being kept from something, Moree jumped to her hooves, letting out a strangled cry of dismay. "I was supposed to meet my dad earlier," she blurted, looking frantically at the basket which she'd left beside the little alcove when she'd settled down to talk with the zebra-striped mare earlier. "I have his lunch," she admitted, with a half-groan, half-giggle. She knew Daemyn wouldn't be upset, especially when she explained the reason that she was late, but probably the stallion would be hungry. The whole situation was a bit dismaying, and a bit silly all at once.
"I have to go," Moree said quickly, gathering up her things. It made a small pang of sadness go through her to say it; she'd been having such a lovely time. But, as she was about to make her escape, an idea hit her. "I would....I'd really like to see you again," the mare said, perhaps the boldest words she'd ever said in her entire life. It was a thin and weak limb she was going out on, but she prayed silently to Cascade that it would be strong enough to hold her as she reached out to the mare before her.
"If...if you're not busy....I can meet you tonight by the shore?" she inquired. Her heart was racing faster with every passing word, and she was sure that her muzzle and face were bright pink beneath her fur as she blushed. But...she couldn't...not say something. She cared too much about continuing to speak with Lydia to let foolish pride...or even fear...get in her way. She wanted to know more about this mysterious, beautiful mare, no matter what the cost might be.
"I...I understand if you don't want to," Moree added, as a new wave of thoughts overcame her. Perhaps she'd been misreading the situation. Perhaps she'd gotten her hopes up for nothing. Perhaps the mare would take offense at being asked to meet clandestinely and report the palomino Cleric to the Council. Who knew? But she had to...she absolutely had to try. "But...I...I'll be there...just in case," she added, eyes downcast at the ground as she waited, feeling as though she might very well explode, for a response.
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Post by foalish on Aug 12, 2019 13:59:40 GMT -6
Lydia
Lydia pulled back in surprise, tucking her chin to her neck as she blinked away her shock, all while watching Moree gather up her stuff in surprise. She’d expected a reaction - perhaps just not one so animated. Once her surprise passed her over, she found herself chuckling at Moree’s situation and her farher’s missed luck.
She was taken by surprise again, a moment later by the mare’s forwardness at meeting again - enough to pull her head forward and perk her ears between all the sudden commotion because of the realization.
Lydia froze for a second and straitening up, as if to match a bit of Moree’s height, now that she was standing up. She stayed quiet for a second, before almost a bit too loud, surprising herself even, ”I have a few chores I promised to run before night, but I think I have more than enough time for that.” Now that Moree was being stolen away, after all. She gave a slow flick of her tail. ”I’ll do my very best.” Her smile had softened - it was almost bashful. ”But you should go give your dad his lunch, before he starves. And I’ll see you tonight...” She ignored her own feelings at that sentence, her expression softening just a bit.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 13, 2019 14:53:02 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post Nineteen
The mare couldn't believe that Lydia had agreed to meet her; she could see understanding dawning on Lydia's face, and had fully expected to be rejected in complete disgust. But the mare seemed to be willing to see her again, and that made a rush of happiness run through her. Trying to keep her expression neutral, the mare dipped her head in goodbye, making sure she had all of her belongings. "Then I suppose we'll meet again," she said with a small chuckle as she turned to walk out of the garden. She couldn't help but hum to herself slightly as she made her way back towards the training grounds; she would have a lot to talk about with Dae today. The rest of the day passed quickly enough, though it felt agonizingly slow to the palomino mare. She focused on her duties, doing what she must to be free in order to do what she wished. Just as the sun was setting, she headed out of her last patient's house, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. Nimhue curled up on her mistress's shoulder, happy to be done with work for the day. The snake hissed something to her owner, and Moree shot the snake a disgusted look, murmuring something about "keep a civil tongue in your head," as she walked towards the beach. Moree felt her pulse growing faster as she moved towards the sandy meeting of water and earth, hoping that she wasn't too late. Her heart sunk when she couldn't find sight of Lydia at the proposed meeting spot. Had she chickened out? Realized what confusing, irrepressible, downright wrong feeling Moree was beginning to feel, and been driven off? Was she running late? Had she been held up at work? Had she forgotten? Could Moree just not see her from this angle? Thoughts rushed through the mare's head, and she found it nearly impossible to quiet them. WC: 323 |
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Post by foalish on Aug 13, 2019 23:13:11 GMT -6
Lydia
Lydia nodded, and dipped her head, watching as Moree left. And it was after she was gone, where she realized, exactly how long they’d spent there, talking.
It hadn’t taken her long to run the errands she’d promised- the day, thankfully actually burden-less aside from that. Most of her schedule had been dedicated to training, and only that. But that had been hours ago, and everything else, was simply in passing.
When she returned to her room that afternoon, her tiger, Alex, had lifted his head, given her a long stare, before curling back up in the feathered blanket on top of her bed, seemingly indifferent about her absence. When she’d been about to leave, and had asked her familiar if he’d wanted to come, he’d just given her a long stare, then a yawn.
She didn’t ask twice.
She’d gotten to the beach a bit earlier than expecting - loosing track of time for the second time that day; the light nervousness in her stomach refusing to settle as she had sat there - so she’d dove in the water to try and quell it and lost at least an hour or two in the waves - occasionally glancing over to the beach when she needed to come up for air.
And when she’d came up for a nth time, and seen a shape at the shore, Lydia turned almost too quickly.
”Hey!” she called out from the water; as she pulled herself into the waves. A few more steps, when the water was too shallow, she let her frame shift, returning to the normal legs and tail of a horse. ”Hope you weren’t waiting long!” she called again, her voice a bit less loud, as her trot came to a stop in front of the other hippocampus, ”got a bit carried away, sorry about that.”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 25, 2019 19:48:10 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post Twenty
Moree had to admit, her heart jumped slightly as she caught sight of the other mare, and she hurried over to where Lydia was trotting to meet her, dipping her head to the mare respectfully. "No harm done," she said, chuckling as she smiled over at the zebra mare. "I'm glad to see you again," she stated softly, trying to keep her tone neutral so as not to seem to forward in any capacity.
"How was the rest of your day?" the mare inquired, walking towards the shore. Her hooves sank into the soft sand with every step, and she reveled in the feeling of it; she loved the ocean, and couldn't imagine what life would be like if she couldn't envelop herself in its depths.
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Post by foalish on Aug 25, 2019 22:06:21 GMT -6
Lydia
Lydia’s smile widened as Moree met her half way, her chest feeling just a bit too tight, but she ignored her own sensations, dipping her head to look up at Moree and meet her gaze. ”Me too!” she replied simply, and left it at that, for there really wasn’t more to add to that statement.
Moree moved closer to the water, and Lydia shifted so that she was standing next to her - a bit of space between them, looking out upon the ocean next to her company. She ignored how comfortable she felt already, next to her, instead looking over at her, flicking her tail softly.
At the question, Lydia’s gaze turned to the shore again, watching the waves drift; sometimes she wished she could have a stronger connection to the ocean. To breath and speak beneath the waves. But she wasn’t that lucky.
”Most of it passed pretty quickly, I had more time than I expected, which is why I was here, in the water,” she gave a smile over to Moree. The tide lapping at her hooves and tail was so soothing and nice. ”What about you?”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 30, 2019 16:14:54 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post 21
The mare was happy to leave a little bit of space between herself and Lydia, as it somehow made it a little easier to breathe. But, as the evening light glinted off the mare's fur...Moree blinked, imagining herself stamping a hoof down on the thoughts that reared their ugly heads in her mind. She didn't need any extra confusion at the moment; there was enough going on in her life without the added stress of trying to keep her mind in the pure order it needed to be in.
"Oh, it was fine," she said, smiling at Lydia, glad to move away from the thoughts that raced through her mind. "I had a couple of colts to check up on, just a sniffle," Moree said, happy to discuss the events of her day. "And I got to see my father; he wasn't too off put," she added with a giggle. A genuine giggle. "He's happy that I'm...well, making more friends my own age," she admitted, smiling warmly over at Lydia.
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Post by foalish on Sept 1, 2019 11:46:15 GMT -6
Lydia
Sitting in a moment or two of silence, Lydia found herself shuffling, trying to find a bit more comfortable position to stand in for the moment and talk - however long that would be. She tilted her head, blinking wide eye at the other Hippocampus, a small smile on her lips as she waited for her to talk.
Lydia’s smile widened, ”that’s good to hear - at least about your father, I mean! I was worried I’d never see you again.” She stifled a laugh, sighing at the end. Her father would never be near as passive and accepting with her tardiness. But that wasn’t her concern right now, and it was better not to think about. So she tilted her head, and gave a flick of her tail. ”I bet colts are your most frequent customer, huh? Young horses always seem to be too rambunctious for their own good.” She flicked her tail, and gently pawed at the waves at her feet - a happy smile on her lips. She turned her gaze up at Moree, looking at her through her eyelashes, ”I’m happy too, about that.”
Lydia gave roll of her shoulder. Now that some of the water was starting to dry, she looked a bit antsy about the fact they were staying in one place, ”mind going for a swim?” The heat in her body certainly didn’t help her feel more calm.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 1, 2019 19:42:41 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post 22
Moree gave the mare a surprised, somewhat curious look at the mention of never being seen again. Unlike many Talorians, she'd grown up in a family full of nothing but the utmost love and acceptance. Of course, they'd had their spats just like every family did, but nothing like the stories that had followed Kali around most of their life, or Daemyn's strict, tradition-following parents. She could barely fathom the kinds of things that other Talorian children had to deal with.
"They are," she said with a slight laugh. "Skinned knees and bruised noses everywhere," she agreed, shaking her head at the thought of rambunctious colts running about. Moree had a bit of a parental streak to her, and loved the idea of being around kids most of the day; she didn't mind that at all.
"A swim sounds perfect," Moree agreed, as she headed for the water. She was careful to remove all her dressings, feeling odd without their protection and weight, but happy to keep them safe while she was paddling about. Once prepared, she stepped into the waves, heading out until the water was at chest height before slipping into her eel form.
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Post by foalish on Sept 1, 2019 23:12:41 GMT -6
Lydia
Despite looking towards Moree, she didn’t seem to catch the surprise in Moree’s expression, or, if she did, she gave little reaction or even any indication she had seen it. Instead turning her head away and another impatient flick of her tail, as the antsy-ness seemed to settle in her bones, the longer the time went on, that she wasn’t directly in the water.
Yet she seemed to keep an over all attention on Moree, seemingly keeping her politeness and part in the conversation. She gave a soft laugh, shaking her head lightly, at the last part. ”Not a single horse I know would be surprised by that, I bet,” And for half a second, she seemed a bit calmer, caught up in the conversation.
She went almost eye wide, a smile on her lips as Moree agreed to her suggestion. It was only one step in where she faltered, realizing that her company had no idea she wasn’t full Hippocampus; any attempt at her conversation under water would make that obvious. Some part of her took a deep breath accepting that fact, before she continued on, taking a few more steps further into the water.
She waited there, until Moree was ready to go, before she met her gaze, gave a not, and dove in the water - transforming before half her body was even engulfed by the waves.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 4, 2019 18:16:40 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post 23
Moree could feel the water's icy grasp, but thanks to her fish-form, she wasn't all that bothered by it. In fact, one might even call it refreshing, to be embraced by the Wave Mother's creation, held in a comforting, if not cold, grasp. She dove underwater, letting her mane soak up the salty brine, knowing she'd have tons of snarls to comb out later, but not caring whatsoever. Her eyes opened, and she stared out at the world beneath, taking in the scene with rapt attention. No matter how many times she came down to the ocean, she never could get enough of it.
Turning a somersault in the water, she turned to look at Lydia, admiring the other mare's water form. She had, of course, no idea of Lydia's hybrid status, and was simply happy to be sharing the water with another of her kind. Swimming around in circles, Moree felt a sigh of relief escape her lips; she didn't have to put weight on her weakened leg in the water, and it was helpful to her.
"It really is beautiful," she murmured, amongst a flood of bubbles that scurried their way to the surface.
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Post by foalish on Sept 5, 2019 15:44:14 GMT -6
Lydia
It was a soft and warm feeling that engulfed her again when she was fully in the water, feeling free and home again - even it had only been a few moments out of the water, to greet Moree, catch up, then dive back in. And she was still used to the water’s bite, that she didn’t even seem to notice it, at least judging from her reaction.
Her own water form was much longer, with flowing fins behind her - dusted grey, but able to reflect light in a pretty way. She turned around, to look over her shoulder - and part of her was surprised by Moree’s form - clearly eel based. But a longer glance, and she couldn’t help but think how it fit her - in a good way.
She smiled, and a few bubbles escaped her mouth.
Circling back a bit closer to her, she stopped, drifting in place as Moree spoke. Lydia could only nod in agreement at her words, a soft smile catching to her eyes. She stayed in place for a second, slowly drifting away in the tides, before she gave a flick of her tail, gracefully moving next to Moree. A look up at her with sparkling eyes, she nudged her shoulder playfully, before taking off in a fluid motion, disappearing in a forest of coral and seaweed.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 9, 2019 17:33:03 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post 24
Moree didn't think much of the mare's quiet manner; some horses would rather just enjoy the splendor of living under the water than speak, she supposed. Or maybe Lydia simply didn't have anything to say. Either way, the palomino was happy enough just to sit with her, looking through the sea grasses and coral that decorated the forest floor. Being around someone didn't necessarily mean speaking, and Moree had figured they'd done plenty of talking that morning.
As Lydia disappeared into the coral and seaweed, Moree couldn't help but smile, flicking her eel tail in powerful strokes, following along behind her. The scene was truly beautiful, with colors that Moree couldn't hardly believe, save for the fact that she was seeing them with her own eyes.
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Post by foalish on Sept 10, 2019 23:02:24 GMT -6
Lydia
Lydia could almost imagine feeling the waves behind her, caused by Moree trailing behind her. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to double check, but she still did, anyway. And a smile split her lips when she did.
Lydia turned in the water, bubbles escaping her mouth as she did. She circled back again, so that she was closed to the eel Hippocampus.
The seaweed and the coral, and everything alive around them really brought out the colour - it was hard to outshine some of the fish in these waters. Aside from birds and flowers - and maybe some paints, it was some of the only places such shades were visible.
But she turned back to Moree again, nudging her shoulder a second time. She gave her a longer look, flicking her tail so that she spun upside down next to the mare, drifting in place for a second. She gave another kick of her tail, unapologetically lightly clipping her fins against Moree’s nose.
Then she was gone, so quickly, behind a jungle of seaweed, that the water almost seemed to still in silence if possible.
She could not speak, but she hoped her actions was obvious - she wanted her company to chase after her.
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Post by galekxy on Dec 6, 2019 11:05:19 GMT -6
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