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Post by posy-punch on Oct 30, 2015 21:51:04 GMT -6
His legs ate up the sand beneath his feet with a certain sway of musical tempo. The thump of hooves against soft ground pounded out a melody of sorts, but the gruff stallion paid no attention to the beauty of the running equine in such magnificence. His mind was elsewhere. Council matters were weighing on him currently, so he'd decided to take the rest of the day away on the beaches, hoping to find that the most elegant goddess's creation could calm his frayed nerves. Not many did go on the beach at this time of day, it was about midday and any citizen of Inaria would be busy at work. He veered off of the sand, his dark legs splashing in the surf as he fell into the oncoming waves. The salty-fresh water swept over his submerged body and his blinked the burning compound out of his eyes before resurfacing, splatters and droplets shimmering around him.
The water glittered around him, shining in the radiance of the sun's reflection. For what seemed the first time of the day he genuinely smiled, a sweet sight that made many around him at ease. His eyes were soft and joyous as the weight of work was lifted away from him in these moments of bliss. He pulled himself up from the sun speckled waters and shook out his coat, sending a Cascade of rainbows and glitter from his pelt as the water returned to its mother. In these few minutes of joyfulness he overlooked the pretty little mare watching off to the side on the beach and as he finally noticed her, he shot form the water with a sort of bristling attitude.
He never liked being intruded upon.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Oct 30, 2015 22:03:19 GMT -6
Amara wandered along the coastline, her eyelids half-closed as she wandered tiredly. That was not a great night of sleep so she figured walking along the shores would be the best idea, however much she hated water...She couldn't deny the refreshing and awakening feeling it gave her body when the foam and waves that rolled up on the golden sand would brush over her hooves. The faint chill that would cause the small mare to shiver and let out a small breath in response. Her tail had no hope of not coiling up as it drug behind her in the water, collecting shells and sand, a beautiful mess really. T'was like a five year old stuck together some sand and shells on some paper and showed their parent the 'masterpiece' and maybe got some hair stuck in there. Amara sighed heavily, humming as her body lolloped gracefully almost lulling her to sleep. Her thoughts lost on the idea of HawkEye and Merrill. Perhaps that was why she had had so much trouble sleeping. She was disgusted at herself, shaking her head in the moment when her twisted thoughts rushed forwards.
Splashing caught her attention and her ears immediately stood to attention, that didn't sound like a large wave so it must have been a creature of some sorts. Her head shot up and she stared ahead of her, noticing a grey stallion...In the water? Her head tilted slightly and a brow began to raise. What on earth was he up to? She began to approach cautiously, scowling with her ears beginning to flatten against her neck. Amara was close enough to have seen he had gotten up due to noticing her, rolling her shoulders back as she walked with an air of confidence towards him. There was enough space between them for safety should she have needed the option to bolt. “Good day,” She bobbed her head in response.
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Post by posy-punch on Oct 30, 2015 23:27:11 GMT -6
"Same to you M'Lady." Cethin's head bowed in respect for the mystery mare, though his temper at being intruded open still spiked in the air. He noticed her prime-like appearance, despite her rather unhorse-like ears, and straightened up. His neck rippled with the movement and his curly mane flopped to the other side of his neck, jagged scars being openly displayed as a sort of warning. He walked out of the water, sheets of water folding before he legs and waving behind him in the calm before the next wave to break against the sand. His silver hooves dug into the sand as he reached truly dry land and he looked cautiously at the newcomer, ears pricked.
His demeanor had completely changed, he'd picked up a little bit of perception and had somewhat mastered some of the skill and the way this mare looked set off some sense within the depths of his mind. He didn't want to take his chances, a rich patron could be good influence for citizens to support.
"What are you doing here on this serve beach, normally one is not out at this time a day." His speech was soft, emulating that of somewhat of a ghost's soft and chilling in his way. He found no reason to ever unleash his true feelings, keeping an emotionless but cold voice generally closed off prying questions, but made him seem worth talking to.
He couldn't read her face. It was blank of any emotion he could pick out immediately. He still stood a bit away though, so it could just be that he wasn't close enough to see into the mare's flicker of caution in her eyes, or the glimmer of any other emotion. He spoke again, "I do so seem to think that you are of high ranks within the Talori, you look perfectly groomed, more so than a plain village filly."
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Oct 30, 2015 23:42:34 GMT -6
“You would be right in thinking that I am not some village dweller.” Amara answered quite sharply, her eyes narrowing on his form and tracing over his features and scars. She picked up on how he was displaying them, what, did he think they were to impress her or something? She squinted as she couldn’t quite read him…. That was infuriating. Amara lifted her hoof from the sound and let it fall gently back down the ground, splashing the wet ground as he had walked onto the dry land. “I could ask you the same, though I have the feeling we both are out here to get away from something. Be it thoughts or pressures.” She grumbled and flicked her head, her mass of hair flying and splashing along her neck and tumbling back down in thick, loose curls as her piercing amber orbs shimmered in the sunlight. Amara let out a heavy breath, snorting and smirking slightly.
“My name is Amara. May I ask of your name? Or are you too busy with the water to dare share anything.”
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Post by posy-punch on Nov 1, 2015 13:03:54 GMT -6
Amara, the name was familiar enough, and she did say that she wasn't a village dweller. The thought of her being a worker in the palace or a well-known Inarian though eluded him, she had grace but was did not carry the particularly pompous attitude. He scoured his memory but couldn't pull anything up. He tried to focus on her appearance. She was a horse of some sort by the looks, with long braids and a long mane. She had pretty amber-type eyes and large ears, yes the ears definitely stood out the most on her person. He pulled his gaze back to her eyes, having not remembered her in any way.
"Cethin," he said shortly. He was still in the middle of categorizing her. She seemed to be the sort of woman to poke at someone just for the sheer fun of annoying them.
"I think I'll just have to add you to my list of things to stay away from when I come back out here." He said with a glimmer of joking in his eyes.
"Busy with Cascade my dear, a prayerful life is easiest to find when surrounded by her creation." He said quietly, his voice drifting back to the green-blue waves where he'd been calming his nerves before having been interrupted by this mystery mare.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Nov 6, 2015 22:56:42 GMT -6
She chuckled at his words, eyeing him. "Not many can resist staying away...." She mumbled under her breath, as quiet as she could before lifting her head back up with a wide, warm grin to cover up what she had said. "I apologise for disturbing your prayers, but it is a pleasure to meet you, Cethin." His name rolled off her tongue, her voice filled with velvet and sweet tenderness which she often spoke with to create a safety net with the person she had met...Which for now would be this stallion Cethin.
She was curious about his scars, the mauling of his pelt was a sad sight but perhaps one day those stories would be tales of wisdom or would strike awe into foals. Amara wasn't in anyway certain about her thoughts, she just wanted to flat out ask 'Hey whats your story with all them marks?' Need to be a little more subtle Amara....
She looked out to the sea, gazing at the horizon with the light flickering and sparkling off the water ripples and waves, the soft rushing sound of waves filled her ears with the faint coastal breeze ruffling her mane. Though she hated the salt water, Amara had to admit it was indeed a truly beautiful sight and peaceful to sit among the palm trees and watch the waves dance.... The mare had gotten so distracted with her blank-spacing, she had let her head roll to one side. "She has a talent for creating things...Heh." She rolled her eyes at herself and gave a lopsided smile. "I pray in the grotto," She lied. Praying wasn't exactly something she thought about very much, it was a false claim she used to cover her non-religious tracks. She couldn't exactly let everyone know she didn't believe in the fish-horse, any reputation would disappear and she could lose the trust of those she was trying to gain.
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