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Post by Zookcan on Nov 28, 2018 12:11:59 GMT -6
THE FIG TREE
ENIAH & TUMBLEWEED
POST - CHAPTER 6
Time of Day: Daytime
Location: The Oasis
Resting in the morning heat, Eniah and Tumbleweed take an opportunity to bond.
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Post by Zookcan on Nov 28, 2018 12:31:14 GMT -6
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Post by taebun on Nov 28, 2018 13:01:24 GMT -6
Tumble | Windracer
Normally at this time of day he would've been sailing across the sands of Sedo. Windracing was the second best thing to flying, or so he liked to think. A horse without wings couldn't truly know the feeling but it couldn't be too different. There was nothing better than feeling Alya's winds through his mane, to tousle the pale curls beneath his ears as he sailed over the dunes. Nothing could ever feel as freeing.
A small puff of air in the form of a huff was the only sound that came from the colt as he continued his seemingly never ending trek through the vegetated paradise of the oasis. His board was outside of the barrier along with many of his Seroran brothers and sisters and yet, he was here instead. Tumble raised his head and gave his surroundings an observant scan, hoping to find anything that was enough to catch his attention. Many said they were all safer here than outside but Sedo was out there, not here. The idea of being trapped was suffocating and it was nearly a daily feat to keep the thought from eating at him. But if there was one thing that the boy excelled at it was to never truly settle to accept boredom.
Tumble's little adventuring brought him to a stop at the same fig tree to which his fiery coated friend had chosen to rest beneath. The sight of Eniah covered in the light, blue blanket tugged one of his eyebrows to raise. "You look beat," he commented with a snort, inviting himself to sit in the beside him. "Haven't been sleeping here all day have you?"
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Post by Zookcan on Nov 28, 2018 13:19:27 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
  
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The torn ear flicks every so often, once raw, torn skin and flesh sensitive to the arid air and the sandy wind. He hears Alya's sky whistle. Every so often, it beckons him, nagging for him to accept its call like the people of the desert so often did, but deep down he never did heed it. He was content to try and drift off to sleep instead, and maybe catch a more innocent, blissful dream under the brilliant day. So frequently, he had been waking up from nightmares in the middle of the evening, and they've been preventing him from a good night's sleep.
Alas, even under Ignacio's sun, he just isn't catching a break. Those heavy eyes crack open, and Eniah lifts his nose from the dirt. The soil here is thick like clay and it sticks to his nose stubbornly, which he fails to realize. The familiar voice of his older rival -- deep down, closest companion -- stirred him from nearly slipping off into slumber again. "Hello, Tumbleweed." Eniah groans, his voice thick with exhaustion. "No, merely resting. The 'sleeping all day' is just a side effect." The red colt straightens himself out, stretching out a foreleg from underneath his body.
"I'm I already being pried away from the tree so soon?"
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Post by taebun on Nov 28, 2018 14:22:24 GMT -6
Tumble | Windracer
Being a born Seroran Tumble loved Sedo like nothing else. The arid heat of the desert, although intolerable to those foreign to it, was his home and he would trade it for nothing else in all of the world. A snicker was the dun's reaction to his friend's less than enthusiastic greeting at his arrival. His new found companion was from Aodh of all places and although that would've certainly caught one's attention, taking into regards that they were at war, Tumble's reaction had only been that of curiosity and surprise. "It's barely mid-day you can't be roasting already." The colt jumped back onto his feet and stretched each leg before shaking off any excess sand from his coat, which shared almost the same color as the landscape around them.
"I wish I had my windboard," Tumble cursed into the wind before turning back to his friend. "Once I get it back I promise you En, you're hopping on a ride with me." It was more of a statement, a promise rather than an open suggestion. "There's no better way to see Sedo!" For a moment his sky blue eyes wandered off into the distance, beyond the boundary that bordered them away from the dangers of invading Aodhians just beyond. There was hopeless longing in his gaze and a desire in his heart that made his chest feel heavy with what was lost.
"Come on, Eniah! Get your head out of the sand and lets go!" The small bout of sadness that had overcome him was gone, pushed aside in a matter of a few short seconds. Tumble bounded away from the small tree, fearlessly tackling the heat of the blaring sun without so much as a flinch from it's rays - only the soft squint of his camel-lashed eyes. "And since I'm tearing you from your oh so comfortable nap I promise I'll keep you out of the worst of the heat."
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Post by Zookcan on Nov 28, 2018 14:57:53 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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"Well, I wasn't exactly born in the desert. Nor's my pelt very well suited," Grunts Eniah, pulling his other leg out from underneath him. He flinches as the older colt beside him leaps to his hooves and shakes off the sand, which, in subsequently, comes flying onto his own body and catches in his amber flecked mane. With a snort, Eniah promptly shakes his head, attempting to rid his hair of the modest dusting. "You, on the other hoof -- " He feels a sneeze coming on, and it stops him mid sentence. "Hcch!"
"You could practically blend in with the sand if you wanted." When Tumbleweed ran, the sand meshed with his coat. But Eniah's coat could refract the sun like a mirror, making him gleam noticeably across the desert terrain. When Tumbleweed mentions his windboard, the red colt falls silent for a moment, and only utters a small "Mmn," in thought. In a sense, he empathized with Tumbleweed's agitation toward being trapped -- but for different reasons. His companion was eager to escape the barrier and feel the wind on his sails again, and explore the vast, stretching lands of Sedo. That was what many Serorans yearned for, probably.
But Eniah, a former slave, thought of the dangers that awaited them on the other side of the barrier. He feared the day that it would go down, for Aodh was waiting for them. Waiting to destroy the Serorans. Waiting to seize him once again. And deep down, Eniah feared that his companion may share the same fate with him in that scenario. Tumbleweed did not deserve capture. He was too naive. Too adventurous. Too kind. All of them were too kind.
And he was grateful that whether the other meant to or not, Tumbleweed was distracting him from heavy thoughts such as these. With a gentle sigh, the colt pulled himself up from the sand. He hated to leave the shade of his favorite fig, but he would not argue. Someone needed to keep Tumbleweed from getting into too much trouble, and Eniah felt as though that responsibility fell on him. "All right, where are we going?" He asks dryly. He'd wrap his blanket around his neck like a scarf, and twirl his staff as he plucked it up from the sand in mental embrace. Eniah whistled for Sol to come along, and the bird diligently took off from the branches as they raced after their desert companion, screeching the whole way.
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Post by taebun on Dec 2, 2018 13:30:22 GMT -6
Alright, where are we going?
Tumble leaned his head back over his shoulder, an almost disturbing display of his uncanny flexibility. "Good question. I dunno' yet." He responded with a grin, clearly not too bothered about not having anything planned ahead of time. It was typically how he preferred to go from day to day treating every tomorrow as a surprise. The young windracer found it more exciting that way. He was more than happy to meet his problems head on since, after all, he wasn't much of thinker.
"But since you've got your delicate coat," he began, attention turning back to the surrounding landscape and sky as he studied them for a moment. He was coming into his talent day by day and now he was able to make a far more accurate guess on the weather and as usual - it was going to be cloudless and sunny until the evening. In his friend's case; it was going to be undeniably hot. "We should stick near the river, don't you think?"
Tumble had set off on a short little trot as he waited for his friend to catch up. Due to the heat he thought it best to avoid hiking although there were so many trails that he enjoyed that were perfect for exploring wildlife and even gazing upon the best view of Sedo. Hikes would have to wait for another a day - a much cooler day at that. But the rivers cut into the canyons creating shallow pools where the air was cooler, protected by the tall rock walls. It was a beautiful place that still provided a good view of the sky if one were to simply look up. That's where he wanted to go today, to show his best friend one of the favorite places he had found since they'd been doomed here in this 'paradise'.
"Oh, this is probably important," he chuckled, lifting a brow as he turned his head over to Eniah. "You can swim, right?"
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Post by Zookcan on Dec 4, 2018 20:28:25 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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His lips purse in brief disgust. Ew, Tumbleweed could throw his head back that far? That was a disturbing display of flexibility. Narrowing his eyes and wrinkling his snout in disgust, Eniah scoffed. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything different." Oh well, he told himself he wouldn't complain and he wasn't going to change that now. Using his staff like a walking stick, he braced his telekinesis up against it and used it to heave up his body every once in a while. Luckily the two of them were taking a much flatter trail through the vast canyon, which he appreciated. Though he wasn't sweating like an Onean draft, he certainly was uncomfortable ... Alya's winds did little to cool him down. He wonders if she was spiting him or something.
Then there came a profound question that prompted Eniah to raise his brows in realization. His mouth went taut, hooves driving into the dirt for a moment as he filled with hesitation. "Uhhh..." Now that he thought about it, could he even swim? The colt wasn't afraid of water -- he was frequently bathed and washed by others in his old master's care, but he doesn't seem to recall even so much as visiting the shoreline Valore bordered. Caught and cornered in a moment of subtle weakness, Eniah reluctantly swallowed up his pride, and answered. " N-no. No I don't. I was never taught."
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