This is a solo rp with Nayci's Ramiel, Quintrell, and the familiar Pascal for July's RP Prompt. [Teepee].
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When Ramiel was awoken that morning, his head was a throbbing mess. The colors of the world were way too bright, the sounds were way too loud. The ground was spinning in ways that it shouldn’t have been. To say the stallion was an utter mess would be an understatement. As he blinked repeatedly to even attempt to clear his head enough to gather his thoughts, the world continued to spin unrelentingly. His body far too heavy to even attempt to get up from what he was learning very quickly was not his normal sleeping alcove. What had happened last night?
A hushed groan left his lips as he squeezed his eyes together. Even his own inner voice was far too loud for his addled brain. This was going to be a major problem soon.
“Good to see your smiling face this fine morning, my friend,” the voice of his newly found friend Quintrell spoke out as he came into view with Pascal not far behind him.
Looking up at the dark chestnut with eyes squinted, Ramiel had so many questions and no answers. And good lord Quintrell was far too loud.
“What happened last night? Why am I here and not at home?”
“You got yourself into some fine trouble last night is what you did,” Pascal answered with a grin.
Ramiel’s tilted head in question, matched with his rumpled light blue curls in what looked to be a bad case of bed head, made Quintrell chuckle, “you definitely gave me a run for my hooves.”
“Do I dare want to know?”
“Well…..”
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POV: The Previous Day
POV: The Previous Day
“Hey Quin! Where would you like these baskets of berries?” Ramiel called out as he set the two filled to the brim baskets by his hooves.As Ramiel watched Quintrell move about the clearing that was set up to cook meals for everyone, his curiosity was starting to get the best of him. It was in the morning that Quintrell came to him, asking for assistance with gathering various food items since they were a soquili short. Ramiel was all too happy to assist, having found great friends in the nomadic herd. He had, so far, learned countless folklore and stories from the elders, all incredibly interesting and so different from those told by his family. Learning more about them was a desire of his, and meal preparation was no exception to this.
“By the fire would be ideal please,” came the answer, “I have to finish this before the afternoon.”
“What are you working on exactly?”
“Our herd has a festival coming up in the next forty-eight hours or so. I’m prepping one of our signature drinks.”
“Sounds fancy.”
“Quin! I could use your help with some of the decorations please!” one of the elder mares called out from nearby, “it’ll be quick this time. I promise.”
“No problem, Mammy. I got you.”
Quintrell turned to make his way towards the mare in question, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t touch anything.”
“Sure, sure,” Ramiel nodded and watched as the two of them left him alone with all the food.
Delicious looking food.
‘No, he said don’t touch anything.’ He thought to himself, ‘it looks delicious of course but don’t touch the thing.’
To this end, Ramiel’s patience stood firm, but in the ensuing minutes, minutes that became an hour and onwards, it slowly began to erode as the sweet smell of something wafted over his nostrils.
What was THAT?
As he followed the smell to the source, it ended at the warm cooking pot that sat over the fire, the contents within simmering. From there it began to taunt him, testing his resolve to keep his hooves and mouth to himself. But damn it smelled so good. What was this drink Quintrell was making? And why was it smelling so delicious? And so, Ramiel made his way over to the pot in question to peer into it. Layers of berries and various spices and liquid were bubbling at the surface. It was a deep rich red in color, and the smell coming from it was so strong that it made Ramiel’s head spin for the briefest of moments. He knew at this point it would be too hot to taste, so his brain told him to take a step back and wait.
At least until his gaze met with a nearby barrel that held the same exact liquid but at a temperature that was drinkable.
‘I really shouldn’t,’ he hesitated and looked around, Quintrell was still nowhere in sight and was probably held up by Mammy.
‘Well…one sip couldn’t hurt.’
The initial sip he took was deeper than he had originally planned, a strong spiced smell forced its way into his nostrils, sweet yet also sour in aftertaste? Ramiel couldn’t place it. Nothing he had tried before was like this. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. And so, the stallion tried another sip, most likely deeper than the first. It was just as strong and spicy, but also more delicious than before.
He should have stopped while was ahead, little did he know.
When Quintrell had finally returned to finish cooking, Ramiel was no longer present. Confusion laced his brow when his long ears began picking up the sounds of someone singing. And singing badly at that. Pascal ran past him and looked into the pot, now more than ready to be put away in its own barrel for safekeeping, before going to look at the other barrel.
“I think someone got too curious.”Quintrell couldn’t help but snort a laugh. At this point, he really was not surprised. Ramiel was always the curious one.
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POV: The Present Time
POV: The Present Time
“When we finally found you, you were serenading one of our elders, Rema. Wishing to whisk her away to your castle in the sky.”
“Oh spirits,” Ramiel’s head bonked on the ground.
“And then you started talking to us about the vibrant pink elephants that were telling you the spirits were coming to start a party,” Pascal added.
“What WAS that drink?!”
Quintrell grinned, “it’s our tonic that helps relax the body and encourage spiritual connection to our ancestors. So, I’m both amused and concerned that your ancestors were an entirely different species.”
“Please let none of this get back to my mother,” he groaned, giving up on the idea of moving anytime soon, “she’d have my hide.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Quintrell chirped and Pascal began laughing again.
It was at that moment Ramiel learned the valuable lesson to be more wary of unknown drinks, and that even though Quintrell promised to not say anything, his mother knew exactly what happened when he got back home later that day.
She was certainly not amused.
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