This Close (Remmy)

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Avelile & Kasim

As Avelile lifted her maw away from the lake's surface, she watched as the ripples she had created drifted off in all directions disturbing the glass like calmness of the water. Her front hooves were also submerged in the waters morning coolness, and as she picked each one up the ripples gained momentum before disappearing out of view.

Her golden coat was thinner, her steps lighter, and as she walked back towards the wooded area at the edge of the lake, her heart was lighter. Avelile was careful as she reached the tall summer drying grass. She could see, but then again she had hid him well. She had hid her beautiful baby boy well.

ooc : fail BUT if we have replies it should get good.

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Maybe Daoud wasn't so bad.

Remmy had spotted a few familiar faces - a couple of bullfrogs and a snapping turtle who had seemingly lost his way from Gavril. He remained out of the pristine waters, still peeved by their perfection, though still close to the water's edge. Rembrandt could almost be considered amphibious based on how much time he spent near and in water. It didn't seem right to be away from it.

As the perlino stallion traipsed through the grass by the lake's shoreline, he spotted a mare just beyond his eye's recognition. Was he the only stallion in the Great Woods? It seemed that his only acquaintances as of late were of the opposite gender. He didn't want to seem ungrateful though - what kind of stallion didn't welcome the company of such strangers? The fairer sex demanded and deserved the attention it would almost always receive.

She shimmered as her coat was struck by the sun's rays. As long as she stayed where she drank, no trees obstructed his view of her - only distance stood between them. Though she was a sight to behold, Rembrandt was struck mostly by her actions. Sure, the slaking of a thirst was ordinary, though what she did next caught his particular attention. His head tilted just slightly as the unfamiliar lustrous girl stepped back toward the Calcryx wood, clearly searching for another. She sought toward the brittle, taller grass as Rembrandt began to approach her. Who was she looking for?

"Sha, can Ah help you look for someting?"

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Avelile & Kasim

Oh, where are you my child... Avelile knew hadn't lost the small, golden bundle in the few minuets she had taken to go over to the lake. Still, the golden mares heart fluttered ever so faster as she continued into the equally golden grasses. Come out, come out.

She could still see the lake if she turned her head slightly, yet she was also nearly under the cover of the trees. This was were she had left him, wasn't it? Just over there in the patch by the rock. Yes, she convinced herself, yes, he's just over there.

"Sha, can Ah help you look for someting?" Instantly the mare's golden head lurched up, her ears pinned back for a moment before she regained control. It was a stallion, of that she could tell, though she had not spotted where this stallion was. No, no thank you. She choked out, glancing back towards the uneven place in the grass where she hoped with all of her heart that her baby was lying, unharmed.

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He continued toward her despite the mare's reply. It was his duty to become acquainted with any and all horses in the Calrcyx-Gavril area, just to make sure no mischief was afoot. Rembrandt couldn't imagine this golden mare was any trouble, but who was she anyhow?

The mare didn't seem all too interested in what help Remmy offered her and continued searching. The perlino stallion trotted to close their gap and directed his attention toward the mare's line of sight. She continued searching...

"Truly Ah'd love t'help you," he said, deep and considerate.

OOC: Merp. -_-

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Avelile & Kasim

The stallion persisted. His thick hooves plopping through the grasses to lessen the distance between them, the distance between him and her son. She didn't wish to be rude, but her child was at stake. Avelile didn't even know where he was, how was this thick stallion suppose to know where the small foal was hidden in the grasses. Thank you sir, but really its alright. She sure felt mean saying it to the compassionate voice that was still behind her, but what else was she to do until she found Kasim.

Ah, but children, they do the darnedest things. As if beconed, the small colt rose from his hiding place (a good twenty yards away from where Avelile had been headed) and whinnied to his mother.

See, the problem has been solved. Avelile turned and smiled at the kind seeming stallion, flicking her tail as if to say, "Come here now, Kasim." The colt stumbled towards her weaving beneath her to poke his head out from between her front legs.

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Rembrandt's nature kept him from abiding by the unfamiliar mare's words and ensured his incessant attempts to help. His own good nature could sometimes work against him, as in this case. Not replying other than continuing his approach, Remy caught sight of what the mare had sought.

The young one was a welcome sight to Rembrandt. His tiny frame and playful coltish disposition put the stallion in the best of moods. There was nothing like a foal to put one's mind at ease. At the pristine sight of mother and child, Remy stopped, taking a moment to let the scene sink in, his head tilting a bit. It was quite possibly the most perfect sight he'd seen in a long while.

"Ah'd sure say it 'as!" he bellowed with a smile. His gaze drifting from mare to colt, Rembrandt focused his attention on the son's eyes, smirking at them with a playful snort.

" You two live 'ere, den?" Rembrandt looked back to the mare, unwilling to leave them alone for the moment.

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Avelile & Kasim

As Avelile listened to the strange sounding stallion, she stepped forward allowing her back leg to brush up against her son who was still squeezed beneath her. As if she was ice cold or red hot, the little golden colt shot forward through her front legs, stumbling towards the large stallion.

Avelile was only mildly worried now. It was different having a son, Avelile's connection to him was a connection between mother and son, but the golden mare knew it would have been different had Kasim been a filly. This colt had no father; he was meerly her love child. She couldn't raise a colt all by herself without him turning fruity. She thought while she listened, always keeping an eye on her curious son and the stallion he was getting closer and closer to.

Kasim was merely one week old, and in that week he had only seen his mother and a fawn (which at the time he had thought was an odd shaped bush). This thing in front of him had a different smell and shape then anything he'd seen before, yet he did resemble his mother in some ways. Mama? He nickered the only word familiar to his tongue as he cocked his head to the side. Kasim was now only a few paces away from the stallion.

I suppose we do. His mother answered from behind him.

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As the colt bounded toward Remy, a wide grin appeared on the bulky stallion's face. He couldn't help but remember his own son's yellow coat as the young buckskin approached. As a father, Rembrandt was excited to meet this colt, but as a stranger, he knew how concerned the mother probably felt. How was she to know he was safe? In response, Rembrandt slowed his pace, unwilling to stop as the colt finally reached him.

The swamp king's coat glimmered a little in the sun as his massive hooves plodded through the marsh grass. Out of the water, Remy's muddy legs began to dry, cakes of earth attaching themselves to his fetlocks. He reached down to nip at the foal's poll in kind greeting and cocked his head a little at the little one's suggestion.

"Momma? Son, Ah'm as much yo momma as a gatuh is to a woodpeckah!" he said with playful inflections and a hearty laugh to end with. The foal no doubt wouldn't understand, though Remy knew how to get his point across to young ones through tone and emotion. It had been a while since he'd played that card, what with his Landry all grown up, but pulling it all back was no hard task.

The stallion stopped a polite distance from the mare and shook his head a little at her son. "Gah-lee, he shore is a purdy one! And with such a momma, Ah won't need to be worryin' 'bout 'im. He's shore to be safe," he nodded at the mare.

"If you awl live he-yuh, Ah bettah in-tro-duce mahseff. Ah'm Rembrandt, da Ovahse-yah'a dese he-yuh parts," he took a few small bows toward his new acquaintances, eager to know their story.

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Avelile wasn't sure if the stallion was flirting or just being nice. Either way, she just wasn't in the mood today, unlike the day Kasim was conceived. It's nice to meet you to. She mumbled with a light hearted undertone. She wasn't trying to be rude. She didn't want to be rude to this sweet stallion. Yet, she found her own voice to come of with a bored or tired tint. She was tired, Kasim made sure of that.

The golden child continued to stare up at the large monarch of sorts. A mother could only wonder what must be running through her child's mind. She knew if she was in her sons shoes she would be terrified and curious all in the same moment.

Kasim. She called out. Don't stare it's not polite. She could tell he was starting to understand the sounds of her voice, but he was still too young to fully understand her words. He would understand them though; perhaps it would lighten the mood.

Over seeer? She questioned his position, thinking that she already knew what his answer would be.

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"Wull yah! 'Ave yuh nevah met one befo'?" As he spoke, his head bobbed a little back and forth, his attention toward the mare. He deep-but-pleasant tone originated from the lowest of his vocal chords, his cheeks heavy as the sound reverberated from his mouth. The smile never left his face as he looked down to her buckskin son. His mother had scolded him - how long had it been since he'd heard such a thing? No, how long had it been since he'd seen a foal? Too long. It didn't matter now. With his herd growing almost daily, he knew he was to have a few bouncing baby swamp foals wrecking havoc in the bayou sooner or later. Preferably sooner. With this 'Kasim', Rembrandt could see a great future for the next generation here. Mama Tiana would be so pleased.

"By de way, what dey call you, sha?" The stallion's towering head tilted a bit as he asked. The mare seemed less interested than her son; it became his own little challenge to get on her good side. Being kind to her son no doubt would bring that about... Then again, where was little Kasim's daddy? Remy's blue eyes glanced past the mare to quickly look for any signs of a stallion near by - he sensed none. Perhaps this mother and son was alone, in which case, they would need his protection.

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Avelile & Kasim

Mama! Kasim shouted excitedly, his little body going rigid at the deep sounds of the stallions voice. His energy took over his mind and his hyper side grew more prominent. He leaned back on his strengthening hind quarters before shooting straight for the water behind the large brute, caring not what he nor his mother thought, only thinking about the shiny surface that had been beckoning him every since his mother had touched it.

Kasim. The golden mare called out, taking a few steps closer to the stallion before stopping to see what her son would do. Sure enough he stopped just before he would have plummeted face first into the icy cold lake. He lowered his little white nose just above his intoxicating discovery and waited. Avelile flicked her ears forward, squaring her legs beneath her. She was prepared to go after him if anything were to go wrong.

Wither he purposefully leaned forward, or if gravity just got the better of him, no one would ever know. But as he stayed glued to his spot, both of the adults watched him get dangerously close to skimming the water before he lost his footing and dived right in.

I'm Avelile, His mother addressed Rembrandt as she watched her son shiver and shake, racing back to her side in a flurry of water droplets and log brown legs. And you've met my son Kasim.

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Rembrandt's brows shot up as the young one shot past him, seemingly with no care in the world other than to touch the mysterious water. It made him laugh - colts were so unpredictable. Then again, his Landry certainly wasn't. The poor little guy was so quiet; it was hard to imagine that himself and the small yellow colt were even related. Rembrandt was pulled back into the present as the sound of this mother's scolding pierced through his flashback. Looking back to watch the little buckskin, Remy shook his head with a smile.

"Junyas will be junyas, eh Miss Ah-vey-lee-lah?" he said with a bit of a laugh in his deep, throaty voice, his eyes following the small wet thing rush to rejoin his mother's company.

OOC: So sorry this is so late and short! I know you wanted a reply to this. Oh ya, "junya" is "junior". xDD

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Avelile & Kasim

She nodded at the large stallion's comment. Yeye ni kama ndugu yangu. She retreated to her native language when speaking about her late brother. She was wary of Rembrandt merely because of his status. Then again, she thought, what harm could this big sweetheart do. Still, she didn't dare show her feelings about the monarchy in these parts.

Kasim lowered himself to the ground, bored of the adult conversation his mother had decided to get herself into. The grasses engulfed him, and he closed his eyes laying his head beneath his mother.

ooc: no worries! oh and the Swahili means "He's just like my brother."

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Avelile's dialect made Rembrandt furrow his brows. He couldn't help it - he didn't expect such a sound to come from her mouth. It was a language he'd certainly never heard. In fact, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if she were more intelligent than he was simply because she was multilingual. Perhaps it was true. He knew it was unfair to think that she thought herself superior, but he couldn't help it. The young Kasim fell asleep promptly, surely growing tired of conversing.

Remy looked back up to the mare, unsure (for once in his life) of how to respond. He decided on addressing what confused him most. "Whut wuzzat?" he said in as calm a tone as his deep voice would allow.