Time Will Never End. [light]

[Someday]

What would you do if someone told you 'I love you'? Would tell them 'I love you, too'? Would you say 'I'm sorry, I don't feel the way you do' and leave? I don't know what you would do, because I don't know who you are. But me, I wouldn't know what to do. Obviously, it depends on whether I love you or not, but I'd rather not broach the subject. Love is such a fragile thing...

I can hear you. I hear her. I hear him. I hear all the pretty little horses that can laugh and play as they want. I can hear my thoughts become wind and blow around my head.
I can smell you. Sweet scents; they roll off the flowers like honey from a spoon. I can whiff the nice scent of happiness wherever I go, because I am forever grateful.
I can see you. I see through your eyes, to your thoughtbox. I see all around me. I see a lone bird. How sad. Why should the bird be lonely, when so many others reside by its side?
I can taste you. In the air, where your scent rolls onto, I can taste the horse you are. I can tell your likes, dislikes; I can taste in the air, if you would claim me for just the right reasons.
I can feel you. I can feel you and so many others, others who I don't know. I can feel a possible future in those eyes, but the truth will come when it wants. Truth is a lazy thing.
One day, someday, I will be taken from this mountain. Let is be one who will understand my existence, who I am. Let it be one who can, and never cannot...

[cammie;]

<sup>Light daggers carried the sun kissed brute into the lands that were all new to him. He had just been kicked out of his herd and ended up here to find a better life and to start a herd. Slowing down to a walk, chocolate orbs gazed across the lands. Optics soon locked on to a mare and Cloud trotted over to her with a smile on his maw.

"Hello M'lady.I am Cloud. Might I be able to know your name?"

He inquires sweetly a smile coming upon his kissers when he was done speaking.

ooc// no muse and i g2g.</sup>

[Someday]

This reminded me of a song I'd once heard. It was about how nobody knew who she really was, and that she felt ever so empty. The song had compared life to a boat, getting lost then being guided back. About how you was my loved one. Because you had saved me. I doted on this song; not only was the song so pretty, sung by mother, but it held meaning to me. I still love that song. I also love the Pretty Little Horses lullaby that mother had sung to me, but only for the tune. The words didn't matter so much.

I saw him. He was new like me. I looked him in the eyes. Handsome, he was, but still, I'd like to see who he was. I wasn't going to let anyone I met feel misunderstood or empty, like in the song. I wanted to tell him, 'Don't you call me a 'm'lady'; that's for the proper royalty', but I couldn't. Shyness always partnered with me in view of strangers. I hate it. So instead my traitor mouth told him in a terribly quiet voice, Hello. Someday. Someday is my name. Blunt, quiet. Shy. Repetitive. Oh...but really, I wasn't about to start arguing. I know myself that embarrassment does things to me, and losing an arguement was one of the things that brought up embarassment, and I wasn't about to take any chances, especially not with a stranger. My dark eyes caught his smile. I suppose I relaxed a bit; smiles always keep me happy.

[cammie;]

"Someday? Thats a very pretty name." I said warmly to her. I could tell she was shy and I liked that. Mares who were too perky and happy turned the me off. She was prefect. I knew I could work around her shyness and hopefully she would fallow me as her stallion. Chocolate orbs watched her carefully. She was a gorgeous fae. One I had never seen before. Her beauty shone like a million stars."May I ask where you came from?" I inquired, eyes meeting hers.

[Someday]

I thought of my happy place. The beach. I'd only been there once in my life. It was a beautiful place...just the thought of it lifted my heart. Even it had been months ago, I can still remeber it like it was right then and there, it was so wondrous. The salty smell invaded my nostrils. The cry of gulls and the sweet clapping of the waves against the rocks. The sights of the light dancing on the water, never in the same place for more than a second. The feel of love, peace, and welcome arms. The peculiar taste of the ocean salt. If I could, I would've stayed there forever. But all too soon it was time to go.

I met his pretty brown orbitals. They were warm, welcoming. His voice felt like the warm grass I'd laid many times as a flicka. The aura he gave off, to me at least, was comforting. He had asked a question. Where was I from? Did I know? I scrabbled through my memories, feeling the place I'd called 'home' as a child before I left to form my own destiny. A still forest. Smiling sun. Bluest sky in the world; even bluer than the ocean of the beach. Animals, all in peace. Waving grasses. I remember what my mother had called it. She had called it paradise. I called it my favorite place in the whole wide universe. Now it seems only a dream away. Um, it's Someday, and thank you. I... I wanted to say that I had come from the Forest of Heaven, but my traitorous part of my mind snickered and told me he might mistake me for thinking I used to be dead. So my traitorous mouth opened once more and said in that quiet, quiet voice, I came from the forest; it was gorgeous. Oh, how short my answer...

[cammie;]

"My apologies." I replied embarrassed more then ever. I felt a warm sensation go to my cheeks. How dumb was I? Somebody and Someday? I did I say that wrong? Stupid me! Orbs rolled. Not to the beautiful fae but to me;at my own dumbness."I am very sorry." I said again wishing for her forgiveness."I didn't mean- But I was cut off. The forest? Auds pushed forward. It sounded lovely."Sounds beautiful." I said kindly to the fae hoping she was not made at me for calling her Somebody. Chocolate optics looked upon the fae and noticed she was the same shade as I. That was weird. He hadn't come across many who wore the same shade as the sun. She was very beautiful. I had to admit it.

ooc// ah. no muse.

[Someday]

Humans are interesting creatures. Or at least I should think so. An obvious reason is that they walk on their hind legs; it is silly, but they do it, and seem at ease to do so. Their front legs are pushed all the way back, and their manes hang from the top of their very round heads. They blather in a rolling, musical tone with block-like words. They have the strangest habits, like rolling their eyes till the whites show all the way, or looking through the lashes. The most strangest thing about them is how they are all so different. The old ones; their hair is always white or grey, or close to so, and they are drooping, and wrinkly, and, without meaning offense, rather ugly, with a few exceptions. The young ones; some are better than others at certain things, and they all have differents faces and bodies. I've seen them before. Some are just so beautiful, with manes that reach their hindquarters. And their way of love and lovemaking, when they touch? It doesn't make much sense to me, but if it's okay for them, I guess...

I saw the poor stallion droop slightly in shame. Then I felt myself feel shame, though well hidden away. I had made him feel unhappy. My mother would not be proud if she were here. No, it's, it's okay. And, yes, my forest was my reason to life, for the first years of my life. All was peace, tranquil. Everyone was kind to another, and the little ones would laugh and play like I used to. Many memories come of this place. My voice seemed to me like whispers, though I think he could hear me fine. It was nice, to be able to talk like this and not feel embarrassed. For a moment, it seemed it didn't matter if he understood my love for my forest or not; it only mattered that he listened. Even if I was short, I will suppose that he could still know my message. It's not healthy to assume everything, but sometimes you can. There's never a rule that says you can't.

[cammie;]

^{The way she talked about her home made me think about mine. Her mom sounded very lovely and mine was lovely too. It's like we were both in love with our homes but we had to leave. Or maybe Someday chose to leave. Maybe I would ask, but then again I was too afraid. Optics shifted to the ground as I felt like I was in an odd position. Auds flicked back and forth and I seemed to day dream of my past. It was also so calm and welcoming where I used to live but now that I was "grown" up I had nothing but loneliness in my life now. I had no company's of fae's or stallions and it got very boring after a while. I liked being around other. Laughing and just being together. Mind still moved about, but the sound of a noisy squirrel made me pop back into reality."Oh I am sorry." I apologized again for my day dreaming weather she caught it or not."Your home sounded very very wonderful. Where was it located?"}

[Someday]

I can remember so many things from childhood. I remember all the beautiful and pretty things, and even all the worse parts of childhood. I woke everyday to the gentle breathing from mother's lungs, flipping my short, soft mane to and fro. Everytime during the warm seasons a patch of sunlight would stick to my golden hide, as if it wanted to make me prettier, not that I wasn't already the prettiest-colored in the herd. I would listen to the noises around me; the speaking of the insects, the singing of the jays ands robins and the raucous gawking of the crows, the hoarse war screech of the eagles and hawks. I would hear breezes blow bits of human chatter to my ears; we did live close to humans, but not so close as they would find us anytime soon. I remember, once, that I decided to get up and talk to the other animals of the forest. Unfortunatly, I had met the haughty deer prince of the forest. Though his sister was friendly, the prince...he was just mean. He sent me back in tears, I remember.

I settled into a comfortable state, even though I was still standing. I mean my mind settled into ease. A short silence lingered until he apologized for something I suppose he didn't mean to do to hurt me. How thoughtful. My home...I'm not at all completely sure of whichever way my home is. Was, I said, feeling something sharp poke my insides. It was dreadful, having to say good bye to all my family, but still, my journey was fun. For me, anyway. It was a long while, before I came here. I feel so much better here, now, I added shyly. There was something about him that made me feel safe enough to spill everything. I was a bit horrified with myself for letting years of work on my emotions go to waste, but I couldn't help it. I was sure my home herd would understand, though. How about your home? I'm thinking yours must be so much prettier than my own. I had only just realized I sounded like I was bragging about my past. Be sensitive! I scolded myself. Think about him, for all the stranger he is.

[cammie;]

^{"I'm sorry. These lands are very beautiful too." I told her with a smile. I just then realized i had said sorry again. i needed to stop. She was probably getting annoyed with it and me saying it over and over again wouldn't help her. My auds flicked and then pushed forward as she asked of his home. Home. It was something I hadn't seen in a while and I was never planning on seeing it again any time soon."My home?" I questioned although I really wasn't questioning her."My home was called Waterfall Valley and it was large. I never found the end of the land or the binning. There was one large waterfall in the middle of the land where my herd manly stayed and where me and the other foals played when we were young." I paused. I could almost see the large waterfall and me and my older brother running around, chasing the other youngsters. It was all too real. I could still smell the salt water of the waterfall and the coldness of it too. My home was different and I missed it terribly."My home is not as beautiful as yours sounds though."}

[Someday]

Water is a miraculous thing. I have wondered more then twice as a child, how does water have the power to keep us all living? Water is this sensational thing, just a mix of building blocks. Yes it is perfect, mysterious. Submissive, like me, but supportive, keeping life alive for so long. Submissive, because it cannot think its own shape, so it manages its container's shape. You could call it slyness, but to me its submissiveness. But it can rage and throw tantrums, too, something I can never do. I had never seen it grow angry, but so many times have I heard tales of adventurous young babes take a sip, then a swim, and never seen again, swept away by the water as a plaything. I was always left crying after those stories, but still curious of water's power.

I actually smiled, a bit. The smallest smile I could manage without my face peeling away in shame. He seemed somewhat like me, always thinking for the better of another. Modest. It sounds like the water's song, I said in an even quieter tone. I always loved to hear it drip; it had always sounded like singing to me. I felt heat rush to my head, though it didn't show; nothing that I didn't want to show hardly ever showed. But all the same, i couldn't but think he thought me cracked now. Water's song? Well, my herd had taught me the water song, but my herd isn't -- wasn't -- really like any other herd.

[cammie;]

^{The way you saw the stallion look upon te fae you would have said that he had a crush. Warm and understanding chocolate orbs gazed upon her like no other. She was different and Cloud liked it a lot. A smile never left his ebon mug as he watched her and never looked away. He didn't want to look away and hoped he would never have to. He wanted to ask her if she would take him as her stallion, to take care of her and love her, but he was too afraid. He wasn't as bold as most stallions and that what made him different in his home. The other colts made fun of him for being so shy toward fillies. Every colt but his brother who was a year older then him. He understood his problem and would chase the colts away who would laugh at him and pick on him until he was pushed up against a large rock crying for his mother. It was a horrible and awful memory, but it was one he remembered the most. Auds pushed to her lyrics. They were soft, but he could still hear."It did? Me too." He said softly to her, chocolate orbs still looking at her.}

[Someday]

Singing was my mother's life. Singing was my life. Though singing may not be my life now, I still love to sing when I am alone. I may sound boastful, but mother had said my songs were prettier than any bird's song. A sweet, lilting melody I created created naught but a year ago always comforts me. Mother had first heard me sung it; she taught it to herself and added words to it, making my first lullaby composed by me and lyrics mother. It was about me. If it were up to me though, it would've been about home. But mother had made it about me.

Shining orblets
Sunkissed hide
Perrrfect perfect little fli--cka
Sang her first
Lullaby
Sang her heart out to the wor--ld

I saw him looking at me in a way that made me slightly dizzy. It was the way my mother looked at me, only...different. Blame me for being oblivious, but that's how I am. But I really couldn't think. I felt suddenly perferctly content. When he said 'me, too', I can felt understood. I had almost never felt as peaceful. Shyly, I nodded. It felt weird, like I drank something warm, like my mother's milk when small. Warmth. It came, it came, then came back. I didn't show it, but I was fighting a war. What was happening? Felt like...that. But he was only but a stranger. Still, it's not something you can fight against and win. It's like, snap and it takes over. Just. Like. That.

[cammie;]

I only could relate to the fae for when my mother rested me and my brother in a cold and damp cave one night that was hidden under the waterfall. It was light out when she layed us down for the night but when my eyes opened again it was pure darkness. The only thing I could hear the the dripping sound of the water that leaked from the ceiling of the cave. I was alone and scared. My brother was no where in sight along with my mother or father. I didn't know what to do. The sound of the dripping water calmed me though, and I was soon asleep again waking up in the morning to my family laying beside me. Was it a dream or was it real? I never figured it out.

I finally seemed to build up some courage cause the next thing I knew, I was asking the fae a question."My lovely Someday, I would be honored if you took me as your stallion. I need to find two mares before I can claim a land of my own and I was hoping that you would be one." I can't believe I asked her! I was in total shock! Where did that burst of courage come from? Hopefully she would say yes, cause I made up my mind that I wasn't leaving without her.

[Someday]

BAM! You know how sometimes, when you're not paying attention, and suddenly you run right into something? It's those times that shame me to death. I know once (I don't remember it this time; I was really, really small, like a babe, still. Mother had told me about it) I was a babe, and had just learned to walk on my skinny sticks that served as legs. Everything was exciting. Especially those sly, multi-colored and vain butterflies. They fly past you, showing off those bright and dazzling colors, as if saying, bring it on! And suddenly you're sprinting after them. It's what I did. I chased it til the sun found the tallest niche in the sky; then I smashed into a tree. Worse, everyone was watching. Of course, I was too young to understand what had happened. But later on all my friends teased me about it until I got mad and walked away, sulking til I felt better.

It was like a slap in the face, only in a really, really nice way. Not that slapping is ever nice. Maybe I should rephrase it as 'like running into a tree'. Anyway, the idea is that you're not expecting it. The way he said it was hurried, and he gave a reason to go with him one that I didn't fully like. It made it sound like all he wanted was to use me to get something else, how he said 'I need two mares before I can claim a land of my own'. But I'm not sure if the shock of strong liking had thrown me off-balance, or if I was born insane, only the insanity surface then, but before I could put all my thoughts together my traitor mouth told him Yes. In the teeny weeny bitty voice that was all I could muster. I looked down, suddenly shy again, intent on watching the grass slowly, slowly, sloooowwwwllllyyyyyy....grow taller. I trick myself into thinking that I said so only to help him, but that traitor part of my mind knows what was really happening.