wandering//forgetful

[Jetaita .//]

The forgetful femme she was had forgotten what terra Xavier had said he was king off. Her senses had been wide and aware, waiting for a call that had not come yet. She was not worried or sad, she did not think he had forgotten her; she just didn't know where to go or she'd go herself. Nostrils flared slightly, huffing out into the moist air, a soft snort following suite. Maybe an allie would come, well, she didn't have any allies but maybe someone would come who she could become allies with.

Banner flicked against her flanks as she slowed to a stop, skull risen high in the sky, the sun's rays reflecting off her two toned pelt of earth and moon coloring. Harks flicked as a soft bummer released, the snort would not have been enogh. Limbs did a small dance in plac,e maybe even Xavier would come and then she could be reminded of his terra. Ah, but she'd see him soon enough, she wanted a real friend besides him.

[eww. it's yucky but i hate starting posts :/;; and um yea, it's OPEN]

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Istas stated into the air, Her crown seemd to rise up and Show power over the ground beneath her. Boa arched alittle, and then Istas flicked her banner in the air, and walked away a few steps from it.
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[--[Parson]x]

_{0 0 C -- Would you mind if Parson came in to chat a little? =]}

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[go ahead]

[--[Parson]x]

<sub>Travel; what an exhausting occupation to have to commit to. Sun after sun, stirring to move about and wander. It had been fun in the beginning, not aware of what lied ahead; maybe adventure and fortune. It had seemed that travel couldn't be better and that had been true for it had become worse. The surprise element had faded in what seemed a rather fast period of time leaving the stallion who latched to travel bored, although it added to Parson not just in a physical sense, but a mental state, too. Over the land he had traveled, not to mention he had waded through water, too--but each area of land had a different aura. Through time, Parson learned to decipher the aura in a fast manner, rather then waiting and experiencing it first hand and in the not so polite manner he would have preferred.

Coming to Galloping Free, Parson did not predict what would await him. He missed the surprise element and longed for it. He just hoped that Galloping Free would have a Light alliance welcome to him. Sighing, he tossed his large, sculpted cranium and began to trot from his former, slower pace. Muscle bunched and released, ripping beneath his shaded, sepia-tone hide. Ebon panache bounced along his arched, dense nape while his caudal appendage fanned out behind him. But something up ahead caught his attention and he came to a halt, watching. A young mare had decided to play, he thought. Smiling, he began to move once more and approached her. "Hello there, Miss. Having fun?" Parson chuckled softly and grinned. "You can call me Parson. What's your name, if I might acquire?" His tone was friendly and although the mare was young, she was not a child. Parson respected that and tried to treat her as an adult, yet a child at the same time. He didn't notice the other mare off to the side.</sub>

[Jetaita .//]

Invisibility. So many wished for it and others hated it. She belonged to the later of the two the groups thought about. Two amber tainted optics watched the younger mare who could also be called an older filly, play and leap across the shadows. Russet and alabasted skull tilted and began to descend toward the ground, stifling a chuckle at the filly's antic and her limbs ceasing their dance that earlier had amused her so. She was invisible to the other it seemed, the one who continued to jump and play. Would she play with such freeness if she knew one was watching? Unlikely, but some would. The sun was now higher and higher in the sky, almost casting no shadows no shadows on the ground, but some still lingered, obviously.

A small flick of her hark and capturing of the sounds of steps caused her attention to swivel away from the dryad, catching a stallion. If only, if only..but her thought was not finished. Now she watched this one. How invisible was she? She usually was one to stand out with her oddly splashed coloring. The colors were normal but they didn't blend. The brown clashed with the white. Irritably she gave her skull a shake. She had been here, and was the last to be known. If they ever noticed her. Not a sound she made though as she shifted her weight, watching the stallion move towards the older filly. One hark flicked, twitching slightly as the other became pricked, catching the words. A small pang of guilt entered her as she eavesdropped, but it's not like she was stealthly come up behind them to listen; she had been here first.

Nostrils flared, usually a snort or a bummer releasing but she didn't feel up to it, they didn't notice her and she wanted to remain that way as long as possible, going against her usual morales for once. She didn't want to be the center of attention, especially in this group. She wasn't biased against certain colors or types of horses, oh no. These two equines just..she couldn't place it...weren't observative? Yes, that was it. If they were then they surely would have noticed her. Mug lowered even more towards the ground, her lips puckering at a blade of grass softly, easily lipping it and playing with it in her mouth. She could amuse herself.

[--[Parson]x]

_{00C: Istas?}