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Post by skibbereenfarms on Nov 16, 2011 19:47:31 GMT -5
Ah, the lake. It was one of the Great Mother's glorious treasures, and it was one that Naline could cherish the most. For hours now the mare had been standing before the mighty body of water, simply admiring the beauty. Really, it was all she did nowadays. When there wasn't anyone else to speak with, the mare simply strolled through the forest and thanked Mother Nature for providing her with such natural beauties. With beings like the trees and the birds, one was never truly alone, at least in Naline's eyes.
The blue mare took a deep breath, smiling with satisfaction as the scents around her filled her nostrils. The smell of nearby water lingered, along with the dull scents of horses who had been here before her. But for now, it was just her and nature. The mare gave a sigh and shut her eyes, allowing the reality of her presence to sink in.
ooc: Blagh. This post was just...whatever. For you, Huddington. <3
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Post by Hud on Nov 19, 2011 8:49:20 GMT -5
Rembrandt was not amused.
The hulking stallion stood motionless in the cool, clear waters of Daoud Lake, unimpressed by his surroundings. So beautiful. SO peaceful.
'So what?!' he thought nearly out loud. What was there to see in standing water? Its clearness made it boring to him. Its silence intensified his dislike. A body of water was meant to be a living, breathing, noise-making entity unable to be controlled by any one equine. Rembrandt saw no need for equine intervention in this place - it was already as tame as a filly. This so-called 'perfect' lake had nothing going for it in his book.
His ears were only given release at the sounds coming from the forest beside the lake and even then only infrequently. The birds were alive, at least. Rembrandt couldn't even feel any fish accidentally bumping into his legs. It was a tragedy to see something that others spoke so well of and then to realize how much it did not suit his liking. He infinitely preferred his home to this boring landscape.
Disgusted, he nearly turned-hoof to set off for Gavril. He knew he should survey his lands here in Calcryx first though. With a sigh, the stallion began picking up his hooves to return to land, churning the clear waters around him as he went. He resented looking down and actually seeing his hooves.
Finally out of the lake, Rembrandt refrained from shaking off the water. It was something he rarely ever did. He almost preferred the moist feeling on his legs - it helped cool him down in the summer sun. Anything to give him some solace in this horrid place.
OOC: Was cut short, but it can end here. :]
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Post by skibbereenfarms on Nov 19, 2011 14:07:07 GMT -5
 Naline's smile faded slightly; her ears had picked up a disturbance. She left her eyes closed for a bit, wondering if her ears would be able to identify the sound. The water was being disturbed, she could gather that much. Unfortunately, this matter would need the mare's eyes. She opened them slowly and gave a brief look around. His bright coat stood out against the soft atmosphere, almost like the sun, Naline believed. The distance between them was quite far, but she could still see the look on his face. Even Naline could tell that he didn't seem exactly friendly. Irritated, in fact. Naturally, Naline grew curious. How could such a ray of sunshine be annoyed in a peaceful place such as this?
So the mare slowly made her way over to the stranger, not entirely sure of what would be in store. Then again, Naline never knew. The mare faced surprises daily. As she got closer to him, she noticed that his pelt was soaked. It was obvious now that he had been in the peaceful water. Perhaps he was searching for something but was unable to find it. But what did a horse have to find in the water? It was possible that he was searching for something within himself and was unable to. Naline got a little thought in her head that told her to help him.
Her sweet voice pierced the silence, though she spoke quietly so she would not completely disturb the lake. Still watching the waters, she spoke once she got within a decent distance between herself and the stranger. "Marvelous, isn't it?" she asked quite simply.
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Post by Hud on Nov 19, 2011 21:37:06 GMT -5
Rembrandt's bad mood was interrupted by a newcomer. Well, newcomer to him, anyway. Who was to say she hadn't resided in Calcryx all her life? Remmy visited so infrequently that it was highly likely that he'd just never come across her until now.
He truly hated meeting new faces when he was in such a mood. It meant that he needed to put on all of his responses and actions. This time it was especially bad since her first words completely contradicted everything that had just passed through his eggshell mind.
"...Ah suppose so. If yuh like dat sorta ting," he said, a sour taste in his mouth. The stallion faced the mare who had come near. The blue girl was a sight to behold - something about a coat such a color interested Rembrandt. It was such an unusual sight to him. Then again, it was unusual for the Overseer to even notice the color of the one he spoke to. Appearances were so inconsequential. What really mattered were things entirely unrelated...
Rembrandt was a respectable stallion and turned his whole frame to face the lady, taking a small bow. The company of a lady needed always to be accepted as a blessing. His momma taught him that.
"Good aftahnoon, Mah-dam!"
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Post by skibbereenfarms on Nov 20, 2011 14:35:40 GMT -5
The stallion gave Naline a pleasant response, and for some reason the mare felt that she had really lucked out. Well, that didn't quite matter anymore. A fine creature stood before her, and thoughts about his origin seemed to linger in her mind as soon as he spoke to her. The dialect was unlike one the mare had ever encountered before. Naline, being ever-curious, began to wonder what vast lands he could have come from. Offshore, possibly? Or maybe the Far South? Perhaps he was simply raised around a different horse community! Naline couldn't be absolutely sure as she had never been to any of these places, but she remained interested in this stranger.
The fact that he straightened himself out and bowed before her showed how gentlemanly he was. Naline really appreciated that, as it was hard to find such a polite stallion nowadays. The mare bowed her head in return; after all, she needed to show how polite she was as well. With a bright smile (one that was almost as bright as the stallion's coat), Naline took her turn to speak. "Good afternoon, sir!" she said in a quite ladylike manner. The mare chuckled a bit at how formal this encounter seemed. She never expected anything like this to come from a stallion. "Your dialect is marvelous. 'Tis similar to that of the rabbit. Oh, how they love to ramble on." Her eyes scanned over the stallion's frame for a brief moment. "You appear rabbit-like as well!" The mare laughed for a brief moment, amazed at the coincidence. "Perhaps you lived as a rabbit in a life before this!" The idea was wild, but then again, there was no way to disprove it.
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Post by Hud on Nov 20, 2011 21:24:13 GMT -5
His new acquaintance seemed happy with his greeting, leaving Rembrandt with a proud feeling. There was nothing more pleasant than a well-received statement. The stallion, still dripping wet, came closer until he stood a respectable distance from her - plenty close enough to have a polite conversation. Her chuckle made him grin widely. She was a very ladylike stranger.
At her what he supposed was a very long compliment, Remmy's brows shot up and his mouth opened slightly in an "oh?" fashion as his head tilted a bit. "Mah whut?" His deep voice was tinted with confusion as he responded to her wild comparison. His 'dialect'?A rabbit? What was she talking about? Rembrandt knew himself to be a simple male, though he hated having to own up to it - especially to a female. His frame may have been massive, but sometimes he didn't think that made up for his less-than-efficient ability to comprehend complex thoughts.
OOC: CUT SHORT. MOMMA WANTS ME TO GO DOWNSTAIRS.
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Post by skibbereenfarms on Nov 23, 2011 19:37:33 GMT -5
It came to no surprise that he didn't understand everything she said. The words she used were quite eccentric (she had her mother to thank for her vocabulary), but most of the time she would get carried away in conversation and use terms that a normal horse wouldn't understand. Plus, the things that ran through her mind were a bit wild, but Naline would never let something like that hold her back. She chuckled when the stallion had to ask her what dialect meant. It was cute, in a way. It felt as though she were teaching a curious little foal. "Dialect, dear, is essentially the way you speak. I was merely creating a metaphor to describe your stature..." The mare, of course, had to stop herself. She was rambling intelligently again, and she needed to put her thoughts into simpler terms. "Sorry, I...I meant to say that the way you spoke reminds me of the way that the rabbits do. You remind me of a rabbit as well. Lean and quick. It's a compliment."
The mare gave a weary smile, hoping that the stallion still wanted her company though she had basically undermined him and made him seem inferior. That was never Naline's intention, though it seemed to happen quite frequently. She blamed this on her mother's solidarity, as she had practically learned everything she knew from the intelligent mare. There were no other horses around to dumb Naline down, therefore she merely copied what she encountered. "I'm terribly sorry. It seems as though I am coming off as insane. I assure you that I am fairly normal." She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't believe one word she said. "My name is Naline," she quickly added.
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Post by Hud on Nov 23, 2011 21:04:20 GMT -5
The mare was so apologetic. It was an admirable trait to Rembrandt, as evidenced by his nodding as she spoke. He wasn't stupid... He could recognize her condescension but he could also see that she meant nothing by it. Despite being so much younger and smaller than he, this "Naline" did not seem to have exceptional people skills. She had the vocabulary of a queen, though without the accompanying eloquence. Her use of the word "dear" in reference to him made his inner thoughts wince a bit, but his face showed nothing but pleasantness. Again, he told himself she meant nothing by it. Her definition of dialect sufficed, though she continued about "meta-" somethings... Rembrandt's momma and poppa never had been for words - they found survival skills to be more important lessons seeing as they lived in possibly the most dangerous place in the Homeland.
At her assurance that she had indeed complimented him, Rembrandt threw his head back with a smile. "Ooooh, well thank ya beb! Ah thought... Well to be awl honest, Ah wuddn't shuh whut 'cha meant!" he said with a laugh and a grin. Ah saw me a rabbit dis monin' he thought to himself, deeming such a statement inconsequential to Naline and refraining from voicing it as he finished nodding.
"Ah don' know Miss Na-line... You shoo-uh use some long words," he said with a playful inflection in his tone. "No worrehs dough. Dass da bes way t'show you not insane!" Rembrandt's smirk turned genuine as he took a few steps closer to show that he was interested in talking more. Anything beat contemplating what the heck it was that others found so captivating about the dreadful place.
"'Remmy' is whut dey usualleh call me. 'Rembrandt' is whut dey don't."
OOC: "Beb" = term of endearment... "babe", if you will xDDD
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Post by skibbereenfarms on Nov 26, 2011 22:14:05 GMT -5
To be honest, the mare could have gone on a whole rant about what sanity really meant, but she felt that in this case it would make the stallion lose interest. She didn't want to drown this magnificent creature in her words, so she simply hung on to the stallion's introduction. "You must know that I find it more...formal to call an animal by their full name," she said in a somewhat simple manner. "If that means I am the only mare to call you 'Rembrandt,' then so be it." Naline gave the stallion a threatening look in a joking manner. "That fact is not subject to an argument, and that's final." She almost couldn't hold her scowl, so when she finished speaking she smiled and let out a laugh. It was as if she were addressing a little colt. Adorable, he was.
Repositioning her hooves in a more comfortable stance, the mare quickly changed the subject. "So, Rembrandt, has the forest always been your home, or have you recently arrived in this place?" Her head tilted sideways the way it always did when she was truly curious.
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Post by Hud on Nov 26, 2011 22:40:05 GMT -5
The blue Naline was a constant surprise. The simple-minded Rembrandt was caught off-guard yet again by her antics - this time because she insisted upon calling him by his full name. Not even his mother had deigned to do so and she had named him. Proper etiquette was not something Remmy was all too familiar with, though he knew how to be kind and considerate. At least he could read the sarcasm present in her expression as she told him her final decision. Not knowing much else of how to react, Rembrandt quickly smiled so as not to appear rude. "Cooo, you cert-ain-ly is a right lay-dy, isn'tchu?" It was common for those brought up in the bayou of Gavril to accent syllables of multi-syllabic words.
Taking a few steps to her left and facing her, Rembrandt moved in an effort to not look her straight on. It was a little intimidating for him, despite his size, to look at anyone head-on. He felt most exposed in such a light and simply didn't prefer the spotlight. Her question made him laugh quite profusely. "Dis place?" he said amidst his laughter. "Nah, dis place is atro-cious! Ah'm from Gavril!" She must not'a met ennyone from Gavril befo', else she would'a know'd earliah, he thought as he calmed his laughter down.
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Post by skibbereenfarms on Jan 7, 2012 20:46:56 GMT -5
She was certainly amused by this...simple stallion. She didn't criticize his accent; in fact, she was intrigued by it. The mare didn't travel much, but she loved when horses from other places came to 'visit'. Him simply being here put her in an excellent mood. It wasn't like she wasn't happy before, but life is rather boring when one doesn't encounter a bit of exotic flair. Her encounter with Rembrandt had been just what she needed, but he managed to bring up an arguable point when he mentioned the atrocity of the lake. Now, everyone was entitled to their opinions, but Naline just couldn't stand when someone criticized the land that she loved.
"Gavril? I've never been, but I'm sure it's a gorgeous place, quite like the lake here." She smiled and glanced out toward the lake...her gorgeous lake. "Personally, I believe that you've got to sample the flavors of life before you judge them. I happen to love this home very much, and I won't have anyone judging it simply based on appearance. It's quite like another being, you see." she paused to turn back to Rembrandt, her lips still stretched to form a smile. "Now I'm not telling you off my dear, but perhaps you would consider giving this lovely place a chance?" Her ears twitched slightly, listening to the birds twittering in the trees. It was the kind of thing Rembrandt needed to listen to, she realized. She figured he only heard, but he didn't listen. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to show you around. I don't just mean the land, of course. There's far more exciting opportunities out there than the land, although it has its moments." She gave a chuckle.
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Post by Hud on Jan 8, 2012 9:55:41 GMT -5
Rembrandt winced a little at her scolding. Perhaps it was as special as she liked to think it was. Maybe he had judged it too early. The stallion looked around him at the tree-surrounded lake, looking for the beauty she spoke of. Different tastes were important. Rembrandt knew he'd done wrong by her by the tone of her voice. She loved Daoud, it seemed. "Oh, Ah'm sorreh Miss Nah-line! Ah din't mean'ta.. Ah mean..." He almost couldn't find the words. "Ah din't mean'ta insult yo home! Guess Ah should'a thought about mah words a'fore lettin' 'em come out!" Rembrandt laughed a little, tossing his orange mane to the other side. Naline offered to show him around. His mind having taken a new look at the place, it didn't cringe at the idea. That was a good thing.
"Ah'd love fo' you to! Whut else could'ya mean, Miss Na-line?" he smiled.
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