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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2024 8:31 am
With an appearance like hers, she tried to always come off as helpful, caring, and sensitive to others' situations but it seemed like it was never the other way around. Villian. Scoffing and blowing through her lips, she trotted to the stream, dipping her muzzle in, taking a few big drinks to quench the dryness from last night's debauchery. Letting herself settle down, she checked her surrounding area. She never found many others out here and even if she did, many seemed to go the other way. Karmea wished she knew her family or even anything about her past. She felt there was a reason she had walls up around others, besides what had happened already.
Friends... It was not something that came easily to Karmea and even then the thought of a potential mate was even further than that. She loved the idea of having little ones around but until she found someone that could break down her walls little by little, she assumed that was farther than she wanted.
Giggling at last night's situation, she thought of the colorful string that had talked to her. If he was real, she needed to find him. Not just cause the string made her giggle and laugh, but because she had to figure out who dropped off those edible items last night that made her and her acquaintances drunk.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2024 9:49 am
All of these words flowed out of Ofelia quickly and confidently; she had never been shy about saying what she wanted, because usually, when she did so, she got whatever it was she was talking about. She was not a girl who was used to being told 'no', or 'wait', or 'perhaps this isn't about you right now', so when she arched a delicate eyebrow at her father, she expected him to get up and start moving - like, now.
And so he did. Hipolito had been enjoying a lazy day in the mid-morning sun, all of his wings stretched gracefully out around him, soaking up the warmth; it was still hot, now, but he could tell the cursed cold weather was coming, and he wanted to appreciate the sunlight while it was here. He hadn't especially noticed that Ofelia was not resting next to him; she must have wandered off before he awoke, but he hadn't been worried about it. She never went far - and he was right, because seemingly before he knew it, she was back, and she was so loud sometimes, his beautiful daughter.
"Si, si," Hipolito said with a sigh, slowly folding his wings back close to his body as he stood, taking his sweet time in rising to his hooves. "Yes, you have been patient, hija. Where do you wish to go? The sky? The forest?"
If Ofelia had been wrong about the quiet they'd been enjoying - or at least, that Hipo had been enjoying - it would have been one thing. But truthfully, she was right; he had been expecting that someone would stumble across their path and entertain them in the days that they'd been camped out here, but alas, other people were a continual source of disappointment.
"This way," Ofelia said, without missing a beat. "I heard laughter coming from over here last night." It had kind of frightened her at the time, but now, in broad daylight, she felt sure that whoever that laughter had come from could surely offer the same entertainment to herself and her father, if only they could track them down.
Ofelia set off at a brisk pace, using her nose and her ears to guide her toward her target - or toward anyone at all, in truth. She hadn't been being dramatic when she said she was bored. Or, well, she had been being dramatic, but she had also been being honest. Literally anyone would be better than wasting another day lazing about with her father, waiting for something to happen.
She caught a glimpse of a shadow ahead, moving through the forest with determination. She thought - she couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard another soft giggle over the gentle shush-shush of the summer leaves dancing in the breeze.
"Slow down," Hipo complained, loudly and uselessly. He had never rushed to anything in his life, and he wasn't about to start now - whomever was waiting for them on the other end of this adventure would surely be there when they arrived. He believed in a leisurely life - Ofelia did not.
She must have gotten that trait from her mother - though of course Hipo couldn't be sure, given that his memories of Ofelia's mother were, at best...hazy.
((wc: 640))
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2024 11:08 am
Karmea finished up replenishing the water that she had lost throughout the evening. She needed to find something to eat to mend her queasy stomach as it was doing flips causing her to n** at her belly a few times. She needed to stretch her legs before her stomach ache caused her more pain or even worse, death. Heading back towards the clearing she had left, she wondered if there was plenty of green grass left and hopefully it was not crushed with everything that went down last night. Then again. Should she really go eat from a clearing that may or may not have remnants of whatever made her drunk last night?
I'll go close to the clearing, I'll just eat on the outskirts... away from that tree trunk.
She would have to investigate that tree trunk later and see if she could see any tracks of the colorful string that spoke to her. Leisurely walking back at a strict pace, to not further make her stomach upset, she got to the edge of the clearing. Furthest from the tree trunk, she started to slowly take bites of the grass, letting in coat her stomach walls so that it was possible for this belly ache to go away.
It was not until a few bites in that she noticed speaking in the distance. Maybe her so-called friends came back last night to check on her to make sure she was okay as well. As if. She was used to not being checked on and fending for herself. It was tiresome, but something Karmea was used to as it was her only way to stay alive.
Not hiding herself, she perked her ears out at the two golden-orange horses that made their way into her view. Wings as well. Not skeletal, but different enough to perk her interest. She tried to make her face look interested in the pair since she had been told in the past her skeletal facial features always made her have a Resting Mare Face. Letting her fin-like tail whip around behind her would surely attract their attention towards her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2024 6:05 pm
Yes! She'd been right, there was another Soquili there in the distance - she could see the movement of a tail, definitive against the stillness of the trees.
"I told you!" Ofelia said triumphantly to her father, who just rolled his eyes and flashed her an unimpressed look. All the same, it was with a decidedly victorious trot that Ofelia led the way over to the stranger.
The idea that this stranger might not be friendly - or might even actively wish to do her harm - did not occur to her until the exact moment she caught sight of bony wings. Wings. Made of bones. Well, all wings were made of bones, she reasoned, but this poor mare's wings had forgotten that they were also supposed to be made of stronger stuff than that! Ofelia, not being a scientist or overly concerned with the why of how things worked so long as they did, in fact, work, could not have told even herself what other things were supposed to be involved in the process of a fully-functional wing, but she was absolutely positive that there was supposed to be more to it than that.
"You poor thing!" Ofelia cried, unable to contain her sympathy (or any sense of polite avoidance of what may have been an uncomfortable subject). "What happened to you? Are you alright?"
While no one could accuse Ofelia Lea Orosco-Neron of being overly concerned in the affairs or problems of other people (being that she was primarily concerned with herself, most of the time), she was her father's daughter, and her father was, if nothing else, prone to following his passions, and Ofelia was the same way. In this case, it meant there was very little filter between reaction and speech, and any attempt at a slow introduction had gone completely out the window.
((wc: 314))
While it was true that Hipolito Alejandro Elegante Orosco-Neron was a creature of passion (in all senses of the word), he wouldn't have gotten very far on pursuing those passions if he didn't, occasionally, have a modicum of self-awareness and more than a healthy dose of charm in the pursuit of achieving those passions.
"Io siento, siento," Hipolito said quickly, flashing a reassuring, jovially- exasperated smile to the mare. "My daughter is, how do you say, ah... precocious," he explained ruefully, ignoring the indignant huff that this comment earned from Ofelia herself. "We do not mean to be rude, or intrusive, of course! It is simply that we have been on our own for several days, and she gets... impatient, for company, you understand?"
Hipolito also got impatient for company, but... perhaps not quite in the same way as his daughter. (This was just as well, because Hipolito was too young and beautiful to be a grandfather.)
...But it was with this in mind that Hipolito cast an eye over their new acquaintance, taking note of what had caused Ofelia's exclamation in the first place.
So her wings were bones. So what?
"What my daughter meant to say," he continued, ignoring the second indignant huff from Ofelia, "is that we have never seen someone with wings such as yours, and that if you are in pain, we would be of course at your service to assist you. But it doesn't look like you are in pain, no? It looks like the mare de la bonita estrella has been taking care of herself, si? Being different is not always a bad thing, after all!"
((wc: 277))
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