&& . cause girl, you're { A M A Z I N G } `` [o]

[¡¡ Hayday Hayden !!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=bgcolor,232323,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,14,true][atrb=width,450px,true] OH, AND WHEN YOU SMILE THE WHOLE A soft snort ripped through the early morning fog as the shape moved through it slowly, carefully. The hoofbeats echoing on the stone weren't off, there was nothing wrong with the equine's legs, yet she took it slow and steady, as if afraid of something, or perhaps just tired. It was early after all, and most were asleep. The sun was just barely rising, and it wasn't visible through the fog yet. There was a soft slipping sound as the mare leaped down to the sand, accented with the sand spreading out and going flying in response to her impact in it, scattering grains in every direction and sending them bouncing off each other. The purple tinged mane shook for a moment before the matching hooves dug deeper into the sand, pace rising to a trot along the beach, the fog clearing a bit nearer the ocean, where the wind reached it with ease, blowing it inland towards the caves. The beauty paused for a moment near the water, hardly noticing as it lapped over her hooves, but didn't quite reach her ankles. Her nose lowered, lipping at the seaweed, still wet and salty with ocean water, but she ate it nonetheless. She had to if she was to survive. There was some grass atop the cliff, but there was so little it was not worth the effort to climb and to fight the ingrained feeling of falling that would no doubt grip her the whole climb up, even though there was a path up without the need to jump the cliffs. She ventured slightly deeper into the water, small ripples of waves breaking against her knees and settling down another inch or so lower until a new wave came along. Her purple-stained nose lowered to the water, taking a deep breath in before plunging her nose into the water and breathing out, snatching with her teeth for more seaweed, grabbing a mouthful and she pulled her head up, snorting the water out as some of it drained from her mouth dripping. She'd never liked the salty taste, but she'd long since gotten used to it after four years living on the coast. She headed in a bit more, pausing by a series of rocks and draping the seaweed over it to dry out a bit. She didn't stick around to keep an eye on it, it was too early to worry about someone stealing her food. Or, at least, it should be. Then, she delved back into the water in search of more, the splashes echoing loud, but damped down by the fog at the same time. WORLD STOPS AND STARES FOR AWHILE

[&TRICKY]

STILL SO DISTANT; I CAN'T BRING YOU BACK

amaia had always found moving on the easiest part. It was simple; the act of forgetting - all one needed to do was fill their life with hectic schedules and busy things and the old worries would just float away. She was very skilled in forgetting, in moving on and getting past all the things that made her sad. It was true that she still missed her sisters, they had been her herd for the majority of her life and she missed their sassy and equally annoying attitudes. Amaia missed how simple her life used to be and at the same time she would never ask for it back. She was practical, she had moved on. This place was her home now and Amaia was ready to seize every opportunity that came her way.

She had chosen Fiele because of the sea, that was no secret. Amaia could not explain her love for the ocean, for the wide open sky and landless horizon, just a stretching wild and untameable terrain. There was no denying that the sea was mysterious and dangerous, and to a certain part that explained Amaia‘s attraction to it. She hadn‘t seen the sea until she had met Phantom, and even then their visit to the rocky cliff edge had been brief. Her birth herd had lived deep inland, in the mountains and under the rocky skies. Amaia had enjoyed the mountains but the sea her enraptured her. She was taken in by its beauty.

She pale mare moves herself a long the edge of the beach, toes dipped in the constantly moving surf; her nose was turned towards the sky. She had thought herself, for the most part, alone - with nothing but the gulls for company. They squawked and squabbled a little way away and Amaia paid no heed to them. She didn't want the company of gulls. But that wasn't to say that she didn't look for any company at all.

She’s surprised to see the purple horse at first, although Amaia shouldn’t be taken back by a new face. she is the new face around here, and meeting a stranger shouldn’t be alarming. It only takes her a second to recover and in an instant she is moving towards the female. At firs the pale mare can only notice the intricate patterns on the girls coat (she is struck by a swell of envy which is quickly put back in its place) so unlike her own plain and gentle colouring. Amaia cocks her ears forward, lips pulling into an easy smile, “Does seaweed taste good?” is the first thing Amaia asks, although introducing herself would probably be more efficient.

For a moment she eyes the green plant that floats under the surface of the water but she doesn’t reach forward to take a bite. From her experience back with the Phantom Amaia had learnt that things from the sea generally taste horrible. Instead Amaia brings her eyes back up to the female, “I‘m Amaia, by the way,” she continues, “who are you?”

A M A I A
I'M WITH YOU...

[¡¡ Hayday Hayden !!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=bgcolor,232323,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,14,true][atrb=width,450px,true] OH, AND WHEN YOU SMILE THE WHOLE Satire slid to a stop, placing a few more strips of seaweed down on the rock, lipping them into line, each piece separate to help them dry out a bit faster. She didn't mind them damp, but soaking wet she would not stand for. She still had some class left from her heritage. She may be living in the bottom caves, but she was born of some of the most revered cliffjumpers. She knew that if she bothered to ask for a higher position, due solely to her blood she would get it. But she was happy where she was, for the most part. She nickered softly in acknowledgment of the light colored mare, bobbing her head slightly, purple tinted forelock bouncing up and over her eye. She shook her head to shift it, though her head raised high, chin up to look under the wet strands better, since they weren't moving as well as she'd hoped. She offered the other mare a smile of her own before she replied. It's is an acquired taste. When there is little else, you eat what you must to survive and eventually the taste is something you become accustomed to. Give it time. She murmured softly. She recognized the mare as a newcomer, someone she did not know and she knew most every face in the Fiele and even some of the Kethali, the Koehaer and the Free. She was a performer, but not only for her own. Entertainment could never run dry unless it was allowed to, unlike tangible resources. I am Satire; and it is a pleasure to meet you. The dramatic flair in her did not allow her to do anything less then dip her head down, one knee bending to a sweeping bow, only to rise again, little grin on her face. WORLD STOPS AND STARES FOR AWHILE

[&TRICKY]

STILL SO DISTANT; I CAN'T BRING YOU BACK

Amaia is too busy to notice the other mare‘s greeting at first, she is caught up in the way the intricate patterns swirl around the girls neck and her face, a wonderful contrasting purple to the darkness of her coat. She vainly wonders what she would look like with such beautiful patterns, but Amaia is quick to dismiss that thought. Although she does think highly of herself she is also well aware of the effect vanity can have on one‘s reputation; therefore when she smiles it is bright and strong, it is true and never falters.

Her attention is taken from the girls coat to the seaweed and Amaia winces again. She had been determined to stick to grass for as long as she could, although the shortage of food was making that rule very difficult. She had never lived in a land of famine before, usually when there was no food her herd would move to somewhere else, the weaker ones would die and the stronger would eat what they could. Seaweed, however, had never been on the menu.

She bent her neck down, reaching forward to sniff hesitantly at the green coloured sea plant. He smelt quite foul in her opinion but the saying beggars can‘t be choosers sprang to mind. Amaia wasn‘t hungry at the moment, so she straightened again with out taking a mouthful, her lips twisting into a grin as she brings her blue eyes back to Satire. “I‘ll take your word for it,” she laughed.

Amaia was taken rather by surprise when Satire introduced herself with a bow, but she hid her shock well; dipping her head back in return, although not able to withhold a small chuckle. “the pleasure‘s all mine. It‘s nice finally being able to put a name to a face. I haven‘t been here long enough to meet anyone properly yet.”

A M A I A
I'M WITH YOU...

[¡¡ Hayday Hayden !!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=bgcolor,232323,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,14,true][atrb=width,450px,true] OH, AND WHEN YOU SMILE THE WHOLE Ah, you laugh! But there's a joy to life many ignore; a chance to be yourself, but not, when a little flair is added. It's a challenge, and a passion. Whether you participate, or observe, entertainment is one thing in life that can never wither, dry up or die. That is, not unless you let it. For her whole speech, her eyes sparkled, her hooves shifted her weight back and forth, as if itching to move, to show what she meant, but she restrained herself, at least this time. There was an undeniable excitement, a vibrant sheen of life that spread through her, a grin on her face as she spun into a short-lived pirouette. "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players!" So, play we must, must we not? It would be no wonder why she was believed to be naive and childish, but that was not the case. It a strange way, there was always wisdom to her words, however hidden that may be. Though she did have her moments. Had the mare not winced and flinched at the seaweed, she likely would have tossed some at her, just to see her reaction. As it was, she would leave the mare, Amaia, be. For now. Instead, she resorted to nibbling a piece, ocean blue eyes watching the other with a rapt curiosity, waiting for a reaction, any sort of reaction at all. WORLD STOPS AND STARES FOR AWHILE