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Post by PennthePony on Dec 6, 2016 19:29:08 GMT -6
Trust And What Comes With It
Selora & Jala
When trust is broken, who can know if their friends are true?
Location: Inaria, Aquore
Time of Day Upon Starting: Noon
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 6, 2016 20:45:32 GMT -6
It was a beautiful day in the city of Inaria, the sun warm on the backs of commoners and craftsmen alike as they went about their day seeking about their private affairs. The golden cobblestone streets of the great city glimmered as hooves of all colors trod along its surfaces. The great swell of jumbled voices rose and fell as business carried on, every day tasks needing completion.
Selora had been summoned to the Emperor's Palace only days before... Her shoulder still stung with the conversation that had occurred... or rather, the accusation that occurred. The Ambassador, or shall I say, former Ambassador... During that conversation with Emperor Hawkeye, she had been tried of betrayal to her host country as well as her home country, and in the same hour, branded as punishment for her action, so that all eyes could see what she had done. Yvaine, a rather new acquaintance that she wasn't quite sure she trusted yet, had given her a cream to help stifle the shooting pain the brand had been causing her, and perhaps to help with the scarring. The cleric had warned her that the scar would never truly heal nor go away. There would always be a slight prickling in her shoulder, as the nerves around the branding had been singed. The only thing Selora could do now is get along with her life in Aquore. And she was trying, but with the possibility... no. Certainty of her never seeing her family again - which meant no more trinkets for her precious little sister, no more grumpy glares from Kristo... No more hugs from her lovely mother. No more criticism from her father... It was bittersweet, mostly bitter. Despite the dysfunction of her adoptive family, she would miss them. And odds were, unless Gianna would agree to deliver letters illegally to her family, she would never hear from them ever again. At least, not in this lifetime.
And now, she was walking through the busy streets of Inaria, avoiding the judgmental eyes of the other commoners. She was wearing a silk shawl, not in the least bit sheer, around her shoulders to hide her brand. With the addition of the shawl on that warm Spring day, Selora was struggling to not faint in the heat. Luckily she had chosen a light colored shawl, but it still was rather warm under the fabric. The pale mare was headed to her friend Jala's home, though he was not aware of her coming there. Though she did not intend to tell him of what had happened - at least, not yet, she wished for the companionship of someone she knew she could enjoy the company of. Jala's aura was always so light and friendly, like that of one who had never carried much burden. She needed his light presence then, she had decided. Which led to her trek from her country home to his small apartment in the lower class area of Inaria. She only prayed Jala would not come to find what she had done before she intended to make it known.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 0:08:02 GMT -6
JALA
Talori Craftsman
In from the distant shore wafted the sea breeze, gently disturbing the thatched blinds that hung from one
of the glassless portholes in the wall. His nostrils flared; taking in one big whiff of the smell of sea salt that so willingly
overtook his room. To some the ocean's aromas might be overwhelming. But it only comforted Jala further, and it made
him shuffle and roll onto his opposite side with a groan of content.
The stallion was napping, you see. It was his day off from work and he was trying to spend it as leisurely as possible.
He had awoke in the early morning hours without reason, other than the fact that he had grown so used to his work hours
that he stirred naturally when the time came to prepare. It was helpful most days--when he actually got sleep, that is, but
a nuisance when he could just continue to sleep in. He had made breakfast for himself earlier, and tried to ante up his
cooking skills--hanging on to some slim hope that he might make a living out of it--but then grew drowsy enough that he
finally gave in to his necessities and napped for a while.
The stallion's head pressed gently against the massive pillow that made up his mattress, keeping one large ear slightly
erect. It flicked every so often, listening to the rapping of the thatched blinds beating against his window and the distant
roar of the ocean waves. His quaint little living space was high on the hill and was just close enough to get a scenic view.
He lets out another quiet mumble, shuffling against his pillow when his ears pick up the sound of hooves. Not many
people veered nearby the door; passersby were few, but they weren't exactly rare, either. Thus, Jala only buried his
face further into his pillow, a groan of irritation being muffled by its mass, while his eyes were hidden well behind the
scruffy, unkempt excuse of a mane.
He hadn't quite caught on that he had company.
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 13, 2016 14:12:28 GMT -6
SELORA
The small house, a rather beat up looking shack made of wood plaits that smelled as if they had just been cut from the tree, was rather silent on that bustling street. How fitting for the little stallion, Selora thought, smirking outwardly. It was humble, awkward, and rather homely for a shack... yes, very fitting for Jala.
Walking up to the house, avoiding the dirty bodies that crowded the streets, Selora put on a bright smile as she tapped on the door with her tiny, delicate hoof.
She never stopped to think if her new friend wished to see her or not. Of course he did! Her company was pleasant, cheerful, lovely, beautiful... oh goodness, what flattery. Perhaps it wasn't her company she was thinking of, but herself instead. Chuckling to herself, she raised her head high, making sure to adjust her shawl so that it hid her fresh branding well. He would never know.
Or so she told herself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 9:31:52 GMT -6
JALA
Talori Craftsman
Yes indeed, there was someone at the door. Halfway through a snore, the young stallion snorted,
and grunted, cutting his peaceful nap short. His head shot up and already he was drowsily rolling onto his stomach, tucking his forelegs beneath him. The quagga's golden eyes were tightly shut, already anticipating the sunlight that would flood them the moment they'd crack open. After tapping his tongue to his mouth a few times, Jala finally pushed himself to his hooves, and stumbled off his pillow. " Coming," He called through a yawn. As he made his way over toward the doorway, the stallion pulled a mane comb from the countertop and hastily swept it through his dishevelled mane. If Jala was going to get up for someone, he should at least make an effort to look a little more presentable. He set it down on the small wooden nightstand awkwardly placed beside the door, and lined himself up so that his side was facing the entrance. Jala gave his head one good shake, trying to rid of the drowsiness that was apparent in his eyes before opening the
door slightly. They widened a little upon recognizing the mare on the opposite side of the doorway. "Oh, hi, Selora," Jala greeted slowly, dipping his head. The young stallion slowly opened the door further, and turned to face her completely. "What brings you here?"
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 15, 2016 11:10:43 GMT -6
SELORA Oh, Jala.
As the door opened to reveal a rather sleepy looking Quagga stallion, Selora dipped her head,
smiling brightly at him, hiding away the depression she had fought so hard against these last few days.
Surely he wouldn't notice... fake it until you make it, right? His streaky mane was messy as always.
It made Selora wish to pull a comb through that mess. But, of course, that would be rather inappropriate.
"Hello, dear!" She said, maybe even a bit too cheerfully. Her cold yet inviting smile, not so much a smile
as it was a smirk, seemed almost strained. "I was simply... in the neighborhood. I thought I'd pop by!
I always do enjoy your company." The mare stood in the door way, her tiny body seeming smaller by the
tall door frame, not to mention she had lost a bit of weight in all her stress. "I do hope it's not any trouble.
You weren't busy were you?" Selora nosily looked around him, noticing his bed looked rumpled. He must've
been sleeping. "I can always come back later, dear." It felt strange trying to accommodate someone else in
such a way. Selora was so used to others being her inconvenience. But in this time, she was the inconvenience.
And in normal circumstances, she would disregard it and invite herself in. Yet in this time, her awareness of how
she treated others had heightened. After all, she was literally being watched twenty-four seven by Guardians.
They were hidden away, yes. But she knew they were watching... always watching, waiting for her to slip up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 12:18:47 GMT -6
JALA
Talori Craftsman
Thankfully he was completely oblivious; oblivious to her strained look, oblivious to anydepression she was hiding beneath her smug facade, and oblivious to any wandering eye that might have been watching her from the shadows. Whomever they were, wherever they were, they were well hidden from the eyes of the two horses at the door. Jala blinked slowly, drowsy eyes struggling to maintain some trace of alertness in Selora's presence. If horses had hands, he would no doubt be rubbing them by now. He thought for a moment. Selora was still an outsider in his eyes, even if she had claimed she was
staying as a member of the herd. An outsider he always thought he'd see her as being. But in recent days, his opinion of her grew soft; wary, but still soft, soft enough that his awkward attempts to humor her, stemmed by his distrust, began to grow less awkward and more genuine. And outsider or not, Jala wouldn't be so rude to turn away company that he actually knew. The kid was lonely! "Ah--no, sure," Jala opened the door wider for her, allowing Selora to come in. "I need to clean up a little
but I don't mind." As he spoke, Jala was already beginning to pick up some items from the kitchen counter and move them to their respective places. The door opened up to a large room, shared by the kitchen and living room. The kitchen was right beside
the doorway, with cabinets lined along the wall it shared with as well as an adjacent one. The countertop, made from stone terracotta, protruded out from the whitewashed walls, creating a nifty space for cooking and eating. The rest of the room was mostly empty. The floor was made of stone and padded with a plain old rug, with few other furnishings besides a dining table, a much smaller table on the opposite side of the door's wall, and a wicker chair in furthest corner of the room where a wooden carved statue of Cascade was resting on lazily. Strewn on the floor was Jala's bed; nothing more than a massive pillow and a blanket, which he had moved from his bedroom into the living room. On the opposite side of the room lay entreeways to two separate rooms; the bedroom on the right and the washroom on the left. Despite the somewhat spartan looking appearance of the house, there was one good thing that carried a pleasant
air about it. A massive rectangle window, larger than all the others in the house, was carved cleaned out of the stone walls. Its thatched blinds were up and wound by a small rope, and its blue-painted window panes were opened out into the outside world. There, a view of the cloudless sky and the sea could be seen, scarcely even compromised by the shrubs lining the outside of the house. The sea breeze had been gently flowing into the room for the past two hours. It was what made his stay here worth it, even when he sometimes missed the low view of his family's fields from
his bedroom window, in his old home. "May I offer you a drink? Water or tea, or something? You got me into that fruit tea, ya know..."
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 27, 2016 23:33:43 GMT -6
Selora
Here he was, trying to accommodate her, the ex-ambassador... the one who used to be somebody. And here she was, in the thatched home of the commoner Jala. Her friend,or at least now she was more convinced he was. She felt rather comfortable being served a drink by a lower rank, but... little Jala was no longer a lower rank. In fact,if anything, he was of higher rank. So therefore she would assert herself as the servant, as strange and foreign as it was... but it was her rightful place now, as unfortunate as it was. "Why, thank you Jala... I am glad you have enjoyed the fruit tea. It is quite a delicious treat." Her reply was shaky at best, and strained. Shefound it rather difficult to stay focused, to stay smiling... The distraction of her itching brand on her shoulder kept her head in the clouds. What if she had gone about things differently... avoided the attractive pull of the rogues' tactics... ignored that ever-calling selfishness that lie within her...
Finding a seat in one of the simplistic wooden chairs at the square table, Selora gulped back her many worrisome thoughts and forced a smile towards the Stallion. "Thank you for the tea, dear... It really is quite delicious. You have grown talented with brewing, young Jala." She noticed the scampering little mud colored otter beneath the table. Where she would usually be perturbed by the dirty animal, Selora found herself rather inanimate about it. "I see you have found yourself a familiar, dear." She commented, her smile becoming uncharacteristically warm as she looked down at the little creature.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 23:08:29 GMT -6
J A L A
"It's time I found my place in life."
___________________________________________________________ For once, he smiled quite genuinely. He would never quite spare her from his views entirely but he felt she was welcome enough to set hoof into his home, and quite politely. Selora seemed calmer than usual...even sullen, almost. Perhaps she was only homesick? Jala knew how that felt, he felt that very same way during his first few weeks on his own. Even now, just short of three months later, the young stallion's heart still ached for his brothers and sisters...Wilbur, and Junebug, and Zuri, and Makar, how were they all doing?
He took the time to prepare a brew, having survived off what little he observed of his mother making tea in his younger years. As soon at had been finished, he set a teapot down on the table across from the kitchen counter, with a pair of small cups in telekinetic embrace.
"After the last we met, I had to find some for myself. Luckily there's someone who sells tea grounds in the market down the hill from here. Turns out, they taste a whole lot better than my mother's ol' bitter brews." He explained. He sat himself down--silly position for a horse--while sipping his own tea.
There came the pitter-patter of small feet and chattering. 'Who's that? ' It said. An otter's head poked out from under the table, and stared directly up at the small mare whom had entered their home. 'I've never seen this horse before.'
What sounded like simple, incoherent chatter to Selora could be easily pieced apart by Jala's careful ears. He had been developing a talent in understanding familiars--a recent but nonetheless fitting new ability. "Oh, Ta'Keet--this is Selora."
He glanced up slightly at Selora. "My friend otter. I 'rescued' him from the markets. Hasn't really left my side since." He admits. "So, uh, if I may ask, ma'am--did you move in completely? If you're staying here, then what about your job as an ambassador?"
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