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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2024 8:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2024 8:17 pm
 There’s a rather prissy flutter stallion making something of a spectacle of himself by the looking glass vendor, tossing his head and sending his mane cascading as he admires the effect echoed back to him a hundred times over. Tajvar barely resists the urge to roll his eyes -all three of them- at the drama of it all, keeping his head turned away as he bites back a disapproving rumble and strides along down the avenue. The salesman will probably have luck in selling the self-involved stranger a glass or two, and Tajvar knows better than to get in between a merchant and a sale. He’ll keep his opinions to himself -possibly expressed with a short snort or a shake of his head- and perhaps tell the story by firelight amongst his friends somewhere down the road.
‘Kokaji would probably get a kick out of it,’ Tajvar thinks to himself with soft fondness at the idea of his criss-cross path companions.
How a group of strangers had become such a tight knit group of friends- the Autumnalis Wanderers Band, Askúta had remarked one night by firelight- still surprised him to this day. It was mostly to her credit, as the fiery Cerynei mare had collected them one by one; and to this day Tajvar felt something of a pull to go wandering with them again. The company had been good, the adventures and stories and various entertainments never lacking, and somehow all of them had meshed well regardless of any individual rough edges. Not something he could say for everyone he met.
Fortunately, before dividing up the group had made a pact to at least reconnect come Autumn, to see how their lives had changed and if they might go wandering again. Tajvar rather hoped someone had something in mind, for he himself had not found a herd or companions in the months apart… and he rather missed his friends.
“It seems like I am the first to arrive, again,” Tajvar murmured to himself with amusement as he glanced around the Fall Faire -the first of the Season- where they had agreed to meet. Tajvar Wordcount: 354
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2024 9:46 pm
Carefully weaving his way through the Harvest Faire on nimble paws, Kokaji Noh Nara did his best to balance his orb in the curve of his tail as he trotted through the booths and displays and already-milling patrons. The glass-like surface gleamed as bright as a jewel, polished to colorful perfection and nestled against the dark plush of his pelt. It rested just above the cloud designs that marked Kokaji here and there, and by looks alone someone could guess it was important, of significance, to the kitsune stallion. Fortunately enough he could fold another tail closer to it and hide it from view, and with his efficient movements he wasn’t too close to anyone for long.
Kokaji worked his way through the different strangers in search of a familiar friend or three, his large eyes flipping this way and that as he sought the sound of their voices amidst the crowd. He imagined that Askúta would be the easiest to hear, with her ringing laugh. Tajvar wasn’t likely to be speaking or laughing loudly.. And Avertus? Well, with Avert there was no telling… Whatever mood struck him. He was more likely to talk to strangers than the others, Kokaji supposed, well…
“Outside of the Revontulet,” Kokaji allowed with a mild incline of his head, nodding to himself as he thought of Askúta’s (at times) flashy bonfire nature. “There’s every chance that she strikes up a spirited debate with a stranger waiting for the rest of us to appear… no point in counting that out.”
Just as he’s about to count all of them out and plant himself near the square to watch the festivities, he spots the familiar furnace hound figure of one of his former travel companions. Tajvar is flicking a reluctant gaze over his surroundings, in search of someone familiar. It seems he’s still one of the least social among them.
‘Time to save my friend from himself,’ The Cloudsune stallion thinks as he steps closer.
“I’m not sure if I’m really surprised to see you here first,” Kokaji murmured with feigned concentration, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I guess I should have suspected Askúta, but somehow you are the one that comes to mind with regards to punctuality. She’s usually labeled ‘instigator’ in my head instead.”
Kokaji Wordcount: 379
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2024 1:15 pm
Kasomba is not familiar with the group he’s been sent ahead to greet, but he gathers that based on the description it won’t be hard to pick them out even in the flurry of activity that marks one of the first Fall Festivals of the year. The Shadow Suti stallion winds his way through the throng of Soquili and assorted familiars, folding his wings close to his back and moving with a faint rattle and chime of metal from the chains draped around the base of his neck and wings.
Though he has not yet seen a Cerynei mare the color of a night bonfire, he imagines she won’t be far behind when he spots a rather unusual pair of stallions greeting each other across the event square. The first, a tall dark bay with gleaming blue eyes, has unique jewelry and a scarf as well as a vent in his side revealing the fiery truth of his nature; the furnace hound. The other beside him is of a somewhat merrier nature, theatrical in movements with several flicking tails and large elegant fox ears. The cloudlike markings mark him as the cloudsune from Kasomba’s associate’s stories.
“Good afternoon,” Kasomba offers, marking the not-yet-setting sun as high enough to warrant such a greeting. It’s not really good evening to the Shadow Suti until the shadows grow long as dusk creeps over the world. “Pardon my intrusion, gentle stallions, but your associate sent me on to greet you while he finishes negotiations with one of the vendors. My name is Kasomba, and I gather from his stories that you are Tajvar and Kokaji?”
At their somewhat puzzled agreement and expressions of slightly wary confusion, Kasomba offers a faint smile and a bob of his head. “As I understand it, Avertus was making arrangements for a guide to your friend Revontulet when she appears. If I understand the story, she’s reunited with her brother in this land and he is likely to be tagging along to the party. As Avert and I are something of cousins, by our reckoning, I thought I might introduce myself. My name is Kasomba Anšar, and it is pleasant to meet you both.”
Kasomba Wordcount: 365
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2024 4:55 pm
Buzzing with energy he currently cannot vent nor adequately express, Avertus Maxima Calacas -often just Avert to most- shifts his weight restlessly from side to side, giving a stamp of one forefoot and a flick of his heavy tail to round the gesture out. The crowd around him is restless in a different way, lively and cheerful, milling about in an enthusiastic swarm as the Festival gets under way. There are vendors selling their wares, hawkers calling to get the crowd’s attention, and the start of a few entertainments like dancing and stunts. The torches are out but not yet lit, nor is the wood stacked high for the bonfire in the square. Not yet, but soon.
Avert finishes making arrangements with one of the crystal vendors that is well known to him, another crystal Suti stallion known for being level-headed and fair minded. The rose quartz stallion gives him an affirming nod and nudges over his share of marks, payment now that their business is concluded. Avert picks them up and tucks them into a carrying pouch with a sound of thanks, then gives a last sweeping glance to the area, hoping to see Revontulet or the cornsilk colored Kirin stallion that is her brother.
With neither figure manifesting he begins striding around the outskirts of the Faire, working his way away from the booth and the vendor he’s appointed as his second set of eyes while he goes in search of his companions. He’s reasonably sure at least Tajvar is already here, and it’s more than likely that Kasomba has already found him. That takes care of two, potentially three of his companions… so he’ll do a quick search for Revontulet and Hiss, and whatever group he finds first will be who he drags along in search of the others.
“Alright then, my friends, let’s see where you’ve been for the last few months.”
Avertus Wordcount: 316
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 3:53 pm
In a perfect world- or even in a version of the regular world wherein Revontulet gets what she wants- the sunset cerynei mare would have rounded up her wayward companions for shenanigans before the first leaves of autumn began to turn. However, the summer had been fierce and hot, and traveling to find her brother Mahiz had taken a little longer than she had expected. Now she had Mahiz and they were on their way to gather her traveling herd up for some well-earned capering and -she dearly hoped- no small measure of frivolity.
"Mahiz! If you don't move a little faster, I am going to leave you behind," Revontulet quietly threatens her brother as she trots her way through a dry grassed field at the edge of the woods. By her recollection the Autumn Faire is over the next few hills, at the edge of a different patch of trees that are sure to be turning colors and putting on a glorious show of it too.
"I know you would," comes the low rumbling reply.
There is no evidence of hurrying to accompany the response, and Revontulet pins her ears in silent warning as she hears the laughter in it, her tone spark-bright as she cracks out a warning. "Hiss!"
At her back, a somewhat reluctant Mahiz Indurata Vesihiisi drifts along, his larger figure better lending to an easily floating trot. Revontulet has to work a little harder to stay ahead, but her energy is certainly up to the task. Her brisk strides are bouncy, two to Hiss's leisurely one, but still a trot rather than the canter or flat-out gallop she's so keen to adopt. Mahiz -Hiss to his friends- is not familiar with his sister's traveling partners -friends- but has heard much about them from her various stories. He's going along with Revontulet's antics, but he's twisting her tail about it. Typical sibling.
"We're already late, please hurry up? I want you to meet them!" Revontulet Wordcount: 328
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2024 6:59 am
Doing his best to guide his sister into making good decisions without letting her know he was coaxing her to make said good decisions, Mahiz -or Hiss, as he was often called- kept up his steady meandering pace. There was no inclination to rush, though the ground was steady beneath their hooves and no sign of danger around them.
It was not so long ago that Revontulet had fallen down a cliff-face, the ground crumbling under her hooves from unseasonably heavy rains. The storm had cleared and left no evidence of the damage it had -or would- cause, at first... But on an early morning walk with her sister-in-law, Revontulet had gone capering down a path to take in the view and wound up with far more than she had bargained for.
Though he had not been there to see her fall, Mahiz had been on his way to visit about the same time the rescue party had leapt into action. Just in time to help them haul her to safety, with the aid of a few loyal ravens and some very (extremely) concerned family members.
The fact that her mate could stand to let her out of sight was something of a surprise to Hiss, but he'd kept that observation to himself. Surely he could keep Revontulet safe just as well, being her brother and very familiar with the effort... But thinking about her stranded down the cliff certainly gave Hiss nightmares, so he wouldn't have blamed the other stallion for wanting to wrap her in a blanket and make sure she stayed safe and still somewhere.
"I don't think your friends would go have fun at the Faire without you," Hiss offered, trying to reason with her to stem some of the restless energy. "You made a plan to have fun together, they're not going to abandon you. We're not late, we're fine. We'll get there safely, they will be there, and I'll be able to meet them just like you want."
'And I will be able to return you to Howdan and Fae safely, knowing I can face my in-laws having kept you safe.' Mahiz Indurata Vesihiisi "Hiss" Wordcount: 357
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