Present mirth hath present laughter ; [Fuleao]

[[ Caity ]]

Shakespeare

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His tender heir might bear his memory;
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SETTING ; Afternoon
STATUS ; Private
MEMBERS ; Fuleao

OOC; This is uber short, and Caity knows this is not an excuse, but her mind us cloudy and very numb from her exam studies. She will try harder, she promises.

His hooves made light kneed upon the vestile soils of the land, as he made hither toward the vast fields. Shakespeare adored the fields; they just seemed so peaceful. Somehow he felt comfort there. He tossed his head, whipping his mane as he did so. Ah, the wind, how he loved the feeling of wind through his mane, marring his face.

This gave Shakespeare inspiration as he trotted his way to the fields. He always loved to make up poems and sonnets in his head; it was a shame he could not write them down as humans did for later use.

"O winds crossing the oceans,
Send tidings,
That my prayers will cross eternity,"

How beautiful it was. He was truly amazed with himself at the beauty of his work.

[« F u l é a o]

In spurts and bouts, the lazy fall breeze dragged dead foliage across the otherwise silent fields. It was not so sharp as it might have been; the sun had actually managed to beat out the clouds and show its face today. As a result, the day was relatively warm, at least for this late in autumn. So whenever this breeze saw fit to attack Nagisa, it was enlivening rather than unpleasant.

The rabicano mare came tearing across the fields, taking strides of a length that she obviously wasn't going to be able to maintain for long. Her gait lacked its usual fluidity, too interspersed with lively bucking and twisting. This wild frolic barely slowed as she reached the tree line and plunged in. This turned out to be an unwise decision, and after scraping against a few trees and almost tripping in some bramble, the little quarab realized this. Shifting to a trot, she still made an impressive display of agility as she snaked between the trunks. She continued in a fairly straight path, eventually leaving the woods into another part of the meadow. Here, she noticed she was no longer alone. Far ahead, a buckskin stallion was two-stepping his way across the grass.

Of course it occurred to her that the stallion might not want company. But Nagisa was feeling bold, and this possibility did not inhibit her as it usually might. Cantering after him, the grey mare moved more in leaps that steps. She realized that most likely, she was out of his field of vision. That was okay; she was making no attempt to muffle her footfalls, so he would have to be in pretty deep though not to hear her coming. Out of caution, she left a few feet between her and the stranger as she fell into step with him. "Salutations!" She called, her voice chipper. Of all the ridiculously fancy words her mother used to use, ’salutations’ was her current favorite. "Where y'headin', big fella?"



o.o.c. - Bah. Your post may have been short, but at least it wasn't all floppy baloney, like Foolie's.

[[ Caity ]]

Shakespeare

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He heard the rythematic beating of hooves behind him. He tossed his head once more as he whipped his face to observe the fellow equine. He gazed upon the beauty which the mare had beheld. Never had he seen such a silhouette of beauty painted upon a mare before. Elegant as she was, she still took on a stocky look. With grace, she ran.

"Salutations!"

He gave a warm smile of welcoming, as he greeted her. "Greetings, fellow equine," was his greeting. Not terribly creative, but creative enough to greet a stranger.

"Where y'headin', big fella?"

She moved in sync with him. The melody of hooves upon the earth filled his ears, gently caressing his eardrums. "Mine own hooves take haste in where I travel," he said with a light, but deep tone. "Whereabouts might thine own hooves take thou"? Perhaps he would have asked her for her name, but the thoght had never occured to him, then again, perhaps he would obtain her name later on in their little conversation.

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His smile and a better look at his demeanor made it obvious that the stallion was not hostile, so Nagisa moved in a little. Not enough to be invasive; she just didn't want to seem stand-offish. His amiable body language was not the only thing she noticed about the stallion, now that she wasn't just seeing him from the back. Indeed, it would be difficult for any mare to look at the glossy buckskin and not notice that he was quite dashing in appearance.

Embarrassed by that thought, she berated herself. The little rabicano tended to think of most stallions she met as handsome, and it made her feel pathetic, like that one filly back home who'd always been fawning over any boy she came across. Nagisa was a little boy-crazy herself, more than she realized and certainly more than she would admit.

As he continued speaking, Nagisa's expression comically morphed into one of shock. "Good grief, youse got y'words all in a fancy tangle, yeah? Cain't barely tell what 'thou' s'tryin' t'say!" Nagisa was quite aware that not everyone talked so informally as she; a good number of those she'd grown up with had a sophisticated way of talking. But nothing came close to this stallion's phraseology, which she found hilarious. "Heh, sorry," she said, meaning to apologize only for getting off subject. Her grin made it obvious she felt no guilt for being amused. "T'answer y'question, I live here."

[[ Caity ]]

Shakespeare

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He noticed the bedazzled mare's twist in facial expression. It seemed to take a shocked form as she listened to his speech. He was not used to her own informal way of speaking. Then again, everybosy is enntitled to their own choice of speech, right? Shakespeare though, he'd never heard of another equine utter his style of speech. He hadn't a clue where he, himself, had picked it up from. Perhaps it was because of his master's wide variety of bibliotechque-esque possessions. Especially the works of this one man; "William Shakespeare".

He knew his own name sounded familiar. Did his master give him the name "Shakespeare" in honour of his deceased idol? Shakespeare didn't remember much about his past, but he supposed it would all come back to him, eventually.

"Good grief, youse got y'words all in a fancy tangle, yeah? Cain't barely tell what 'thou' s'tryin' t'say!"

He had to share a chuckle with himself. Well, he found it perfectly understandable that the mare didn't understand his vocabulary. He'd never come across another equine who spoke it. "Shall'st I tone it down a notch for thee?" He said this in the nicest and most polite way he possibly could. Thine own choice of speech art quite interesting, I see," he added.

"Heh, sorry," "T'answer y'question, I live here."

"Thou need not apologize," Shakespeare began. "Thou takes residence in this place, eh?"

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Another breath of wind sent Nagisa capering sideways, snorting playfully. To the stallion, it might seem that she wasn't paying attention, which was a little true. Not that she was bored, just distracted.

Naturally, the stallion pointed out that she had no right to think someone's way of speaking was odd. Nagisa responded with the usual tone of mock indignance. "Whatever do you mean? I speak like any normal horse does, thank you." Her extremely colloquial way of phrasing things wasn't too difficult for her to drop. This largely because her mother had tried to hammer Ganesh hated everything about the wasteland she'd been whisked away to, particularly the natives and there ways. Which had only spurred young Nagisa on; she didn't get along well with the bitter mare who'd given birth to her.

So it was perfectly possible for Nagisa to make herself more comprehensible, but didn't out of personal preference, habit, and to spite her own dam.

"S'what I jus' said, innit?" She replied. Oh, it felt nice, being able to call someplace home. Though it didn't quite feel like home yet; she knew neither the land nor the inhabitants very well. All in due time. "I take it youse a loner?" That's what his previous comment had suggested. Then again, it had also sort of sounded like he was avoiding her question as to where he was going.

[[ Caity ]]

Shakespeare

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OOC: Sorry its short. I just came back and I didn't feel like posting, but I did anyway. x]

"Whatever do you mean? I speak like any normal horse does, thank you."

Shakespeare took in her words. This clearly wasn't her way of speech, and he accepted that. However, not every horse spoke the same way, and that's what bothered him the most about her phrase. It was almost like she was saying the stallion didn't speak normally. he grew up speaking like this, though he never had any parents to teach him to speak. He caught on from the works of a man that his master would often read.

"S'what I jus' said, innit? I take it youse a loner?"

"Indeed, 'tis what thou just said. Thou art correct in thine assumptions".

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"Ah. Then mayhap I should tell ya that youse currently on claimed territory. Don' think anybody'll give ya a hard time, though." Gertrude didn't seem to be particularly troubled by rouges, once convinced they meant no harm. She wasn't so sure about the new lead stallion, Hades. He didn't seem like the type that was easily threatened.
There were other things to worry about anyway. "Wha’ y'do gotta watch out for is the wolves...and then some folks is sayin' there's a gaggle o' horses runnin' round tryin' t'stir up trouble." Nagisa wasn't sure what that was about, or if it was even true. If it was, the group's intentions and activities were unclear; everybody's story was different.

"Shoot, while I'm at it I might just as well mention that these fields are supposedly popular with ghosts." That part, she was actually a little worried about. The herd she grew up in wasn't exactly populated by intellectuals. The little mare at least considered it possible that folks might hang around after dying, and was sufficiently paranoid to think she may have seen them romping around in the night.

She glanced over at her listener. All this information wasn't likely to perturb him. 'This would be a lot more fun if he was a jumpy fella,' she mused.



o.o.c.- It's all good. ^^