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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 12:24:02 GMT -6
 Worlds Collide
Cecilia & AbelPost Capter V Late-Day Cecilia and Abel's first interaction. |
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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 12:40:55 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
She almost felt dizzy, as she followed along, unsure of the world around her. There was a faint familiarity in everything she saw and did; she knew she’d been alive before, that she’d appeared. It wasn’t amnesia from nowhere. It was almost like she could remember some things from her past life through shadows of opaque glass. There was no way to make out the detail, there was no way to tell what was on the other side, except by studying and watching the shadows and making an educated guess based on that.
It was all hard. She felt intimidated, scared and wholly unknown. It was almost terrifying. She wanted to ask questions, to know the world a bit better, understand what she couldn’t remember, but she stayed behind, stopped herself from asking and just followed. There wasn’t much she felt like she could do. She was lacking any courage to do anything. She felt terrified - the world was a bit scary, but knowing nothing, it made things worse, made the trees seem taller, the shadows darker. She had nothin to compare anything to. Everything was just there and she was supposed to survive with nothing.
Cecilia also felt far from safe in the forests, and those who she trailed behind didn’t comfort her in any way. From their strange, foreign accents that made them hard to understand, to their ways, to the way they looked, and looked at her. She knew she shouldn’t be there, by the way theirs stares spoke to her, she could pick up that much. She wanted to just stop and let them walk off, but there was a nagging feeling that she’d be safer with them then on her own.
She left space, but her gaze was stuck on one of the horses; she knew very little about them, no name to what any of them looked like. They all looked weird, and closer to displeasing than what she felt like she’d been used to. But he was at least younger - she could tell by the way he acted and carried himself. Perhaps close to her in age, although she didn’t know her own. Although his gate was far different then her slowly crawling along after with legs that weren’t sure they wanted to follow.
She continued to stare at him, frown, and look away, all before looking back.
There was no way she was going to approach, but something about him, maybe the matching size and age was more relatable. Whatever it was, she tried to ignore it and hide in the shadows and just pretend she wasn’t there.
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Post by galekxy on Apr 17, 2018 12:45:49 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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Things had gotten rather strange. One second he was pestering some butterflies, and the next there was... a horse? A unicorn? Abel had never seen such horns (as tiny as they were)! He was so curious, but his family seemed less so. The other horse had quickly left, and Abel wanted to follow. He wanted to see who she was! Where she came from! Did she have some sort of teleportation blessing? That must be the answer. But his family didn't seem to have the same thoughts, and they had packed up. Abel had been able to pick up on their uneasiness, but he felt none of that. Curiosity fuelled his body.
Right before they had been about to leave, the unicorn had appeared again. He was able to get a closer look, and she seemed close to his age! He had never had someone close to his age. Abel had always been the only foal. He had started to go over to her, legs lifting high and tail curled over his back, but apparently that was the one time his parents wanted to intervene in his life. They kept him back and after some questions and discussions, she was allowed to follow. He didn't really understand why everyone was so wary of a unicorn, but that was okay. He'd talk to her eventually.
Abel kept glancing back at her, and eventually his parents lost their interest in him. Now was his chance! He slowed down, his legs still moving extravagantly, until he eventually just turned and pranced over to her. The young unicorn stopped in front of this strange horse, eyes wide. He wasn't too worried about his family continuing on without him. He'd catch up and they wouldn't worry anyways. "You're a strange unicorn! Can you teleport? Where's your family? What's your name? I'm Abel!" The words flowed easily out of his mouth. He apparently didn't have a sense of personal space as he stuck his face close to hers. He needed to inspect her closely, find out why everyone seemed so... afraid? of her. She seemed like just another horse! They even had the same type of tail. She wasn't scary at all!
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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 13:00:47 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
She tried to mind her own business; she had to keep reminding her feet to continue moving forward. It wasn’t out of lack of control, more like a lack of commitment and willingness to follow. Did she really wanna go with them? They seemed unpleasant. Unwelcoming. Different. There was no way she was going to find solace and family in them. They were too wrong for that - although she couldn’t name why, she just knew it was against her nature to befriend, even care about them. And it felt against her nature to stick around them, to ask to tag along. She just didn’t understand why. She didn’t understand anything and she hated it. She didn’t know how to talk to anyone, she knew nothing about the world around them. She didn’t know anything.
When the other foal, whom she’d perhaps looked the way of once or twice - even stared at, came her way, her initial reaction was to back away. She didn’t make it far before she felt her back legs trip over something on the ground, bringing her to a very quick stop and her to her rump. Allowing him to get closer and invade her personal space. It showed on her face.
It took her a long time to dissect the words from his accident; she was left pulling back, puzzlement and almost distaste hitting her face. It was a lot to digest, but eventually, a long moment later, she seemed to finally understand what he was saying. She took another moment to straighten up her back feet so she was standingup, and she gave him and unsure and meek expression - bordering sheepish. ”Unicorn?” She asked. There was some disgust on the edge of her voice - as if the idea of being one was insulting; but it was hidden behind her thick accent and shy muttering of the word. ”Cecilia.” She continued, offering her name in a simple and direct way. And finally, to the rest of the questions, she gave him a long stare, brows furrowing into though. She seemed stumped. ”No.” Vague, for him to interpret how he would. ”Dunno.” She looked away suddenly, her mix of wild and varying expressions turning into something close to sorrow. ”Dead. Probably.” She looked further away, unwilling to read his responding expression.
She almost felt ashamed at how little she spoke and how, combined with her accent, made everything so broken. But there was no pride for her to be had, she was giving everything she could, simple as that. She didn’t know what else to say other that the simple, quick truth, no matter how it came out.
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Post by galekxy on Apr 17, 2018 13:03:18 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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He watched her intently as he waited for replies. It was nearly painful as she took so long. She looked at him with an odd expression, almost as if she didn't understand him. This only served to intrigue Abel even more, and he tilted his head from side to side, nostrils flaring. She definitely smelled odd, something that he wasn't accustomed to. And then, when she finally spoke, Abel was taken aback by her voice! It was so very different from any he had ever heard. He couldn't pinpoint the accent and where she might be from, but her voice... Abel took a couple steps back, giving her space again.
She had answered his questions in one word sentences, a stark difference from his rambling voice. He desperately wanted her to speak more so that he could hear her voice again. Her answers puzzled him, though. She seemed to question him when he asked if she was a unicorn, but what could she be with those horns? And then, Cecilia. The name brought a smile to his face, and his ears perked forward. It was beautiful, like her voice was, like she was.
"I'm sorry about your family. Mine doesn't care for me much, so they might as well be dead." His ears flicked back at the blunt statement, and the unicorn shook his head to clear it. "But that doesn't matter! You're safe and unharmed, right? You'll be okay now! I can help you. I'm good at that." He put his hooves together and puffed up his chest. He peered at her, wondering if she was impressed. No matter, Abel continued, "Where do you come from? You say you can't teleport, but you just appeared! Did you lose your memory? Hit your head?" Abel took a step forward as if he was going to inspect her head, but he stopped himself, a sheepish smile coming onto his face. "You're not bleeding at least." He stopped to think, and smiled again. "Cecilia." He said her name just because he wanted to, to see how it rolled off his tongue. He had been right- it was a good name.
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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 13:06:13 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
She didn’t keep eye contact or look his way for long; she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She didn’t really want to look over another equine her age, so close, when they were actually able to watch her look them over. Rude, maybe, but she just didn’t feel right doing it. Although something about him felt newer than most of the things around her. She didn’t know why and she didn’t like that she didn’t know. She didn’t like the feeling at all in general. She hated the blank state in her mind. She hated not knowing anything. Not existing would have just been easier.
So why was she back?
Who?
How?
Why?
She knew she had died - violently; that, along with her name was what she did remember. As long as it was actually her name, but it was now. It wasn’t a thought she was too concerned with. She had been dead, but here she was, living, breathing, walking; there was no explanation behind any of it and it made her queasy.
She felt draws to some words, hatred towards other; but she didn’t know about anything until the other one said it or it popped into her head again, for her to experience all over again.
Listening to him speak, she was half-distracted by the way he spoke, his tone and his voice. She ended up staring at his mouth as he spoked, starting to zone out. But then she realized what he was saying and her eyes narrowed, eyes creeping up to look near his face. She didn’t make eye contact, she didn’t want to. She just continued to frown, not doing or saying anything more at first to anything he said; nor did she react. He seemed to be proud, she didn’t react; then he looked sheepish, she didn’t react. And when he said her name, she still didn’t react. She looked tense, closed up, as if she was uncomfortable - be it by him, his presence or just the situation. She did continue to interact and talk, though.
”That seems unhealthy,” she remarked first towards the family part. She looked around, the back up as she looked for an answer for most of the next part. She seem undecided but finally spoke what was on her mind. ”Dead too - me.” She blinked and moved her tail tip across the ground anxiously. ”I was dead too. Not anymore.” She swallowed hard as she slowly started to find her voice a bit more, string sentences together. She didn’t feel like she could speak for long periods at a time, but a few words were fine - although there were long stretches between. It had been a long time since she used her voice, probably.
It was like she discovered a light - as the word flashed through her mind; she perked up and blurted it out right as it crossed her mind. ”Gods!” A second later, she shrunk back down and looked around warily, showing her embarrassment form the sudden outburst. After a few seconds, she looked back at Abel and asked in a hushed tone, ”whats the god’s name?” There was desperation, as if she needed an answer.
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Post by galekxy on Apr 17, 2018 16:08:15 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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When she continued to only seem uncomfortable, Abel lowered his head a bit. What was wrong? He wasn't sure if it was something he was doing, or if it was just him. Her expression, or lack thereof, nearly made him wince. She seemed so uninterested in anything he was saying, and it made him look over his shoulder at his retreating herd. They also always looked that way. He nearly laughed at himself, realizing that he was the common denominator.
He took some more steps back, giving her a now shy smile. He listened as she continued to talk, but he felt odd now. That was, until she mentioned that she had been dead. He didn't think... Abel blinked rapidly at the other horse, unsure if she was telling the truth or just joking with him. It seemed... well, impossible. She really couldn't be serious. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped himself, unsure of what he could even say. He could question her further, but it might only bring the same type of answers he had been getting. But he did really want to know what she head meant when she said she had been dead. Maybe she had been revived?
But before he could say anything in response, life jumped into her eyes and she shouted out, causing Abel to stumble back quickly. Everything she had said previously had seemed so bland, but this was finally something. But, the gods? Why would she suddenly care about the gods? It was definitely and odd thing to bring up when there had been no previous mention of them. Abel furrowed his brows, puzzling over her outburst. "I- well Kaia and Alya are my gods..." Since his parents were a pegasus and unicorn, it had only been natural to follow them. He respected them, especially Kaia. Even so, he wasn't greatly religious. He had never prayed to them or given any kind of gifts, let alone gone to a shrine. He could honour them in his own way. There were other gods, of course, but they weren't really anything Abel ever thought of, and he didn't know much about them.
He had heard plenty of stories from the bards he travelled with. They were always spinning tales, and he was never sure if they were true or not. There were tales about days long past, about the other continents and stories such as those. Most of the time he brushed them off as just tales, and so this led him to not know too much. It's not like his parents had ever tried to teach him any history anyways.
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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 16:51:08 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
She waited patiently; about as patiently as she could with her tone. Her posture had changed from her shy state or lacking eye contact, to perked up, feet together, ears forward and almost glaring at Abel with such intensity that it could have been intimidating; maybe if her hair didn’t start falling into her face and blocking her eyes. She gave her head a shake every time it did, but it would just fall back out of place and distract her for a few seconds.
She didn’t register that Abel was concerned - that his posture and body language had changed. In her state, she really didn’t have the second mind to care about it or think about it, though perhaps she should have - but there was too much on her mind, although one more currently more prominent than the others right now.
She was quickly disappointed by his reply - the names of those gods meant nothing to her, no resemblance or spark. It was just blank. She quickly looked defeated for a second, shrinking back, until something inside provoked her forward into another outburst. She took a step closer to him, invaded his space and shook her head, head raised, fangs visible as her mouth lay agape. “No no - none of those.” Her tail was flicking back and forth, almost lashing. “God - My god.”
She pulled away from him, her eyes narrowed and she looked frustrated - a weird sight from her normal shyer demeanour. It was as if the frustration from the question caused an outburst of anger changing how she reacted. It wasn’t at him, but she shouted at his general direction, frustration fizzling in her voice. “I don’t know - I don’t know anything.” She wanted to scream, “I need to know,” it suddenly turned faint, into a plea. “I don’t remember their name - I don’t remember anything.” She looked ready to start shaking, turning back to him with now dilated eyes, a still tail and lowered head, pleading, “please help me.”
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Post by galekxy on Apr 17, 2018 20:30:19 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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She didn't seem to like his answer. And when she stepped forward- Abel's eyes widened at the sight of, fangs? He had never seen a unicorn with fangs before, and he took another step back, not sure what her intentions were. She seemed on edge now, as if she might snap at him or- or something! He laid his ears back against his head, snorting softly, and sighed in relief when she pulled away.
Abel wasn't too sure of what he was supposed to say. Did she mean one of the other gods? The young stallion wasn't sure why she wouldn't remember them. The others gods... Abel wasn't too versed on who they were. But he knew it was important for him to remember. Cecilia suddenly seemed overcome with emotion, and Abel was left standing with his eyes wide and mouth open, as she pleaded to him with such honesty. It shook him and he wanted to help. In that moment he would have done nearly anything.
"The-there are other gods. Kaia is the god of earth, Alya god of sky. Ummmm there's Arcus? Arctic? Wait! Argus! He's the god of arcane. Then... Waterfall? Ocean?" He shook his head, having trouble remembering the other god's names. He knew their elements, but at the moment actual names were escaping him. "Cascade! God of the sea." Tilting his head he closed his eyes again, knowing there was another. One that wasn't talked about too much, at least not in his group. The stories involving him were usually darker- but again, Abel considered them to be only stories. "Then I think there's... the god of flame. His name is Fire? Wait no! I got it. Flameo. That's his name." Abel nodded seriously, but at the same time he was doubting himself. It still didn't seem completely right... but he wasn't sure what else to do. He hoped it would come to him, or that he had gotten it right and Cecilia would recognize one of the names he had mentioned. Abel wanted to help her. Something must have truly happened to her if she did not remember anything beyond her name.
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Post by foalish on Apr 17, 2018 23:01:39 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
Cecilia held her breath as Abel started to talk, rambling on about the gods. She watched as he got most of the names wrong on the first try - which didn’t really help her confidence in him. The names felt a sense of familiarity; like a faint tickle, when he actually managed to get the names right, but none enough to make her sure that they were her gods. Argus, no. Cascade, for sure no. The flash initial idea and sound of the water god made her shudder, even. She didn’t dwell on the thoughts, for long.
It was when he finally spoke of the last one where her ears perked up on their own, when her head flashed his way, eyes wide, mouth agape. She almost felt her heart stop. And then it dropped. Fire - that part, it had caught her attention. But the name? It did anything but ring a bell. “Him - yes him,” she blurted out, taking a step forward, entering his bubble again. She walked right by him though, walking next to his side, lowering her head in thought. “But that’s not his name.” She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes slits as she was deep in thought. Uncarelessly, her tone was seeping anger as it tried to digest everything, sort though the little information.
She felt like there was too much space between her - her god. Fire. That was his element - she knew it.
Her ears perked and her eyes widened.
“Make a fire,” she ordered, her voice pleading at him. She bit her tongue though, for the first time realizing that she was almost being rude, as the bit of clarity cleared some of her haze.
“Please - you know how to make one? I just - I need answers…”
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Post by galekxy on Apr 18, 2018 14:00:08 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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Abel furrowed his brows. Why was she suddenly acting so odd? She was feverish in her actions, and it nearly scared Abel. It was such a huge shift from their initial interaction, that it left Abel wondering if she really was unscathed. Well, if she claims to have died then obviously she was not okay... or fully all there, it seemed.
He laughed hesitantly when she said it wasn't the god's name, as she seemed to be getting angry now. He slowly back up, extending his teke to start gathering some sticks, afraid that if he didn't follow her order that she might get more upset. "You know, maybe w-we should find a hedgewitch. Are you sure you're okay?" He threw a glance in her direction, to find her continuing to watch him. What an odd horse.
While he knew how to make a fire, he wasn't very good at it and it often took him many attempts- on a good day. He could always get one started, but he felt like today wasn't one of those good days. "Shouldn't you know how to make a fire, too? You are out here, just like the rest of us." He gave her a questioning look, wondering just who she was. Even though she was sort of scary, she was still intriguing. And she followed Flameo? That was sort of... unheard of. His family rarely spoke of him, and Abel hadn't met another horse who worshipped the flame god.
He set to work on the fire, fumbling as nothing happened. "I want to help you." His voice was quiet and he glanced up at Cecilia, and he felt shy. "No one ever needs my help." Finally, after a few tries, a small spark appeared and Abel smiled. It hadn't been nearly as hard as he thought it would be.
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Post by foalish on Apr 18, 2018 15:24:06 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
Cecilia watched him work, sitting down, with a pressing glare at his back as he started to move and react. He suggested a hedgewitch, which made her frown, even ask, “hedgewitch?” But she didn’t seem too concerned on what it was as she saw Abel was starting to make the fire she’d asked for.
Instinctively, right away, Cecilia started to perk up and lean towards the scene, to watch it. If she heard what he’d said about learning to make a fire, she didn’t listen, she was too busy staring and taking in the scene of the unicorn struggling to make a spark. Her face fell flat, a frown settling on it. His questions mainly went unanswered as she tried to focus and pick up how he was making the fire - trying to figure out exactly what he was doing , but she was going to give up when he wasn’t having much luck.
His statement made her ear flick, her gaze dart to him for a second. It only took a second of her thought to mummer, “but I did,” before looking back. She’d asked for his help. A simple statement she didn’t put much thought into. She brushed it off the moment when small sparks started to form, when a small fire breathed to life.
It was small, too small for what she felt needed. In seconds, she had ran away and came back with a small log. She had no idea what she was doing, following her instincts; she threw it into the fire and began to stare, as very slowly, it began to grow as it consumed the log. She forgot about her company at that moment - although the flame wasn’t big, it felt big enough. She didn’t feel an ounce of fear one normal horse might, as the got close to the flame - dangerously close.
But Cecilia didn’t pull back, she did the opposite, in fact, listening to her instincts that told her to come closer to the heat. She did - and a second later, she stepped into the fire, standing in the middle of the flame.
She looked down for a second, staring at her feet, as nothing seemed to happen, as the fire remained burning, she did not. It didn’t surprise her, but she continued to stare deeper into the flame. It was that moment where she spoke up for the first time. “Fire - yes.” She paused. “He’s my god.” She closed her eyes, trying to dig through the depts of her mind, the deeper she could get, brushing through every single word she could that was similar towards fire. She was there for almost a minute, before her head perked up so fast it almost broke her neck. She whipped her head around to Abel and almost looked shocked. “Ignacio,” she whispered softly. A second later, she ran from her spot, sparks flying as she kicked the log from her run. She ran right up, the short distance towards Abel, this time not taking a thought as she ran up to him, her face millimetres away from him. There was almost a light in her eyes as she practically shouted. “That’s it! Ignacio.” Her voice was loud and shrill, She looked ready to start shaking with excitement.
Cecilia took another step closer to him, in her overbrimming joy, she wanted to kick up and celebrate. She didn’t. She also didn’t know why her god was so important to her, but she knew it had been. So for a second, not accounting for his reaction, she pressed her head against his neck for a second before pulling away and taking a step back. There was even more light in her eyes. “Thank you!” She squeaked and her voice fell short for a second, “wait, what’s your name again?”
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Post by galekxy on Apr 18, 2018 22:21:30 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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Abel watched the fire start as a small flicker. He had planned to build upon it, but he knew that if you put too much on at first it could smother it. Anyways, he wasn't sure how big of a fire would be needed for whatever... Cecilia wanted it for. Sure, it was chilly out and everything but, he didn't think they needed a fire right at that moment. He glanced up again when she mentioned that she had needed his help. Heat flared to his cheeks and he pressed his ears back.
Abel was then surprised when Cecilia ran off, coming back with a large log. He was about to warn her to stop, that it could put the fire out, but she dropped it on anyways. He inwardly cringed, but thankfully the fire only grew. Abel watched along with Ce, but unlike her, he did not move. The heat already felt intense, nearly making him want to back up. When he looked at Cecilia, he found her more mesmerized then he was, and walking? towards the fire?
His eyes widened and his head reared back. He had no words to even tell her to stop. What did she think she was doing!? She didn't stop, even as the flames enveloped her legs. A small 'eep' escaped Abel's mouth, and he shut his eyes against the sight. Any second he expected her to start screaming in agony.
But... nothing seemed to happen. No noise came from the other horse. Peeking open a single eye, Abel was greeted with the sight of Ce standing casually amidst the flames. Her eyes watched the flames as if she were waiting for something to happen. Abel's mouth fall open and his rump hit the ground. Sitting, his legs splayed out, he watched her. Astonishment rose in him, and his curiosity became overwhelming. He had never been able to touch flames the way she was. Perhaps she had a blessing from Flameo... Abel did not know the flame god's blessings, but this perhaps could be one?
When she finally spoke, Abel craned his head forward, listening intently. She had said that he was her god- Flameo? But no, then she said Ignacio, and the name sparked in Abel's mind. Ah yes! That was the god's name. Embarrassment flooded him at getting the name so wrong, but he hoped Ce wouldn't mind. She definitely didn't seem to as triumph filled her face and she leapt from the flames. Sparks flew up and Abel closed his eyes, feeling a couple land on his pelt and singe him. His eyes opened again, but this time Ce was right in front of his face. He looked between her eyes, for the first time noticing that they were different.
What she did next made him go completely still and stop breathing. The feeling of her head against his neck was... it was something he wasn't used to. His parents weren't ones to show him affection like this. The young horse was not used to such- physical affection. He was still stunned as she stepped back and asked him for his name again. It took Abel a moment to process the question and find his voice, and even when it did, it came out as a squeak. "A-Abel."
He blinked rapidly as he tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. Ce had been so out of it, almost seeming scared. But then something overcame her, she walked into fire- she walked into fire- and now she seemed, well, happy. Abel was surely dumbfounded. "I-I don't know what just happened." He stood back on shaking legs, suddenly questioning everything he had ever known.
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Post by foalish on Apr 18, 2018 22:50:56 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
She smiled brightly for the first time, a light of relief washing over her. She looked, for the moment, happier, with more confidence than she’d had for awhile. She didn’t know anything about this other horse - unicorn, apparently, but she suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in his presence just because of the simple way he helped her. “Abel,” she nodded, “got it.” Her eyes were wide and she had a smile that just kept growing.
His question - well, more like statement, it suddenly confused her, tilting her head and blinking wide. She just started to pick up that he was, well, he looked shocked. She frowned and looked around confused, to try and find what had made his posture so funny. She wanted to laugh at him over it, but she didn’t, too confused and busy with looking back at him, “what do you mean?” she asked.
Cecilia then turned around and looked back at the fire. Her eyes narrowed as she suddenly made the connection that it was probably something to do with that; her. What she had just done, although she had no idea what it could be. Everything, in her head had made perfect sense, she had no idea what he’d be so shocked about; she hadn’t been paying close enough to his body language to notice when he’d first looked so upset, or well, confused.
She swished her tail back and forth on the ground, her ears perked and a frown embedded on her face. Her head started to tilt; she stood up high, staring at him for a few seconds. Her frown only deepened as she spoke. “You helped me remember something,” she chirped at him. “And not just anything, my god!” She looked happy at that. “His name is as important to me as my own.” She almost laughed, but instead she just looked a bit brighter. “Now I remember three things from my life - my name, that I died, and that Ignacio was my god.” She frowned and looked at him. “I guess maybe I have four things to remember if I include your name.”
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Post by galekxy on Apr 22, 2018 20:28:10 GMT -6
A B E L
Vagabond Bard
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He continued to stand still, which was pretty unusual for him. He was nearly always moving. Being still was not typically something he cared to do. Abel was constantly itching to do more, see more. He didn't really have time to just be standing around. So just the fact that he was stunned into stillness, was a feat.
Abel kept his eyes on Cecilia the whole time, watching as her face now lit up. He simply shook his head when she asked him what he meant. He really wasn't sure himself. Everything that just happened had been new for him, and if she didn't find it weird, then how could he ever put it into words? Abel didn't understand why she didn't even remember anything. Is that what happened if you... died?
"I-" He started then stopped, trying to process his thoughts, which was again, unusual. "I guess I've never met anyone like you before." Abel offered a lopsided smile, ears pricking forward a bit. He liked her already. He liked her quirkiness, and maybe even he liked her for that fact that she needed his help. "M-most horses don't die and then come back." Tilting his head at her, he looked her over again. She really didn't seem injured. Whatever had caused her death hadn't lingered.
Thankfully, his shock was wearing off, and light and happiness started to come back into his face. He had been wary, for a moment, when she had stepped into the fire. Things had happened to quickly, but now Abel didn't find her so odd. Maybe those who followed Ignacio were just special. "You really don't remember anything?" The question popped from his mouth, and Abel stepped forward, knees moving high, but he was tentative at the same time. "I'll help you remember more, if you want. I-I want to help." Abel didn't want her to leave. He thought that she might- now that she remembered her god. She might decide to go off and find more (see more). Silently, he hoped that she would accept his offer. He smiled brightly at her, excitement surging through him at all the new possibilities.
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Post by foalish on Apr 22, 2018 22:34:47 GMT -6
C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
Cecilia tilted her head, for the first time in awhile, listening to what he had to say and paying attention to his body language as he said it. She blinked innocently a few times and smiled a bit, not quite as full of light, but instead interest. She flicked her ear and took awhile to reply to his statement about her and her being different. Her gaze didn’t shift, her body language didn’t budge, she just looked still, taking a moment to start to speak. “I guess I’m not normal,” she replied before turning her head away and staring into the fire for a second. She smiled at it before looking back at Abel. She didn’t seemed to concerned on the death thing, at least at the moment. Or, if she was, she didn’t let it show.
She paused at the question about her lacking memory, a frown passed over her face, confusion prevalent. She pursed her lips for a second and shrugged. “Not really.” Really could mean otherwise, but at the moment she didn’t wanna think about explaining it further. The last part, what he said, it made her raise her head and her eyes narrow, a different and new expression on her face. She looked intrigued, bringing her to take a small step towards him. She stared at his face for a long time, testing his gaze before making sure he seemed true to his words. “Sure. I can’t think of anything I need help for right now, but ok.” She looked over at him before walking over to the fire.
She stared at it a second, before lifting up a hoof to stomp out the flame; something her mind naturally told her to do. After she was sure the small embers were out, she lifted up her head and stared at him. “Where’s everyone else?”
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