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Post by nala on Mar 26, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -5
Sarabi Of all the things Sarabi disliked, the hidden cave that provided a solid home for the swamp dwellers was not one of them. The broody mare had been wandering around these parts for some time now, leaving and entering the cave as she explored her childhood memories. She could sense the herd around her, she'd even visited with some of the mares while she roamed, but Hoss was seldom found standing still and she hadn't encountered him in the cave in quite some time.
The champagne mare wasn't lonely with such a lively group around her, but she definitely missed the hearty laughs that came from their king and friend. A light trot broke her thoughts as she escaped from the mud and landed sqarely on the rock that would lead her to the cave. She couldn't see anyone inside, but that wasn't to say that no one was there. Her mood was lighter then usual, and her posture was at a happier place then normal. If anyone was in the cave, they'd sure be surprised to see such a light mood in Sarabi.
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 26, 2012 20:18:33 GMT -5
The Safehouse felt like homebase to Hoss. To be fair, it was supposed to feel like homebase.
It was here that he'd met Evangeline and it was here that he travelled back to after meeting Luciole; it felt like home. His naps never lasted long in the cave, but they were all well-deserved. Hostetler did his very best to keep a close eye on those mares of his, but there was one he hadn't seen in a while. As he opened his bi-colored eyes to the morning light shining into the cave, he was happily surprised to find a jauntier, happier Sarabi standing at the opening.
Hoss stood rather far back in the cave, having to take a few steps to actually be visible to the outside world. The shelter was mossy and damp - like pretty much everything else in Yacare. He'd grown to love the two common features where others found them so repulsive. After all, if he didn't, who would? The stallion grinned and nodded at Sarabi as he caught her gaze with his, stepping out into the sunlight of the morning to have a more conventional conversation with the champagne beauty.
"Sa-ra-bi, haven' seen you in an age! You look laike you's havin' a good dey - wha's yo' see-cret, girl?" His smile broadened as he laughed a little, his attention fully toward Sarabi.
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Post by nala on Mar 26, 2012 20:42:55 GMT -5
Guess I woun't be able to tell ya, seeing that I dun know myself. The mares smile widened and her eyes brightened as the warm voice of Hoss reached her ears. She wanted to tell him she had missed his presence but something inside made her bite her tongue. She figured it might be his kingship, the fact that he above all others ruled these parts. They were nearly the same age and had both grown up around here so seeing Hoss in such a position compared to her own normal broodiness caused some tension deep within her. She was a proud mare, independent for sure. At times she didn't want to deal with where she was in life.
But she couldn't let the light hearted jealousy cling to her heart strings for long. Hoss always had a way of lightening her sullen moods, and today with such a bright one already in place, no one could possibly guess what was to happen next.
With a flick of her amber tail, illuminated in the sun, she entered the cave with a bouncy gate. An where 'ave ya been, luv? For I know I been here waitin for somethin' ta happen. She touched his cheek with her nose before backing slightly to a comfortable position for conversation.
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 2, 2012 7:28:13 GMT -5
The touch felt normal - an ordinary, affectionate greeting from the old ways. Their ancestors were so friendly with everyone; such joviality was not to be forgotten, as it had not been today. Hoss nickered as she backed away for polite conversation, but it was her words that caused him to tilt his head a little.
"Ah've been everywhere - tendin' da herd, keepin' da peace... Y'know. Now, whutevuh d'yuh mean, 'weitin''? Wha' could j'yuh be weitin' fo'?" His smile was retained as his eyes narrowed a little. It seemed she meant something in particular, but he could not place what this something was. The large stallion shifted his weight, cocking a back hoof to stand on end as the two equines faced each other. He was interested; she was his friend!
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Post by nala on Apr 5, 2012 15:13:38 GMT -5
She knew his response would be coming, and she knew exactly what it would be, yet Sarabi blushed nervously as she listened to his question. She paused in her thoughts, sidestepping away from him slightly. Iy dun know. Anythin' I suppose. This was not the answer she had wanted to say, but her pride and independence dug deep into her flesh as she stood before the king.
's been purdy quiet lately. You be doin' yo job weell. The amber colored mare tried saving herself with words but inevitably stepped away from the conversation and back into the sunlight. The sun was nearly dead center in the sky above her, warming the territory with a teasing temperature just before fall would take hold. I ain't been waiting for nothin' in particular but some friendly conversation. An' ya know how I can be round the other ladies. Ain't no way I can help that ya see. Its just who I am. She looked back at Hoss with a half smile.
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 13, 2012 18:02:01 GMT -5
"An' who you arh is one fine lee-deh, Miss Bee," he said in response to her final expression. "Dey don' make 'em enny bedder dan you."
The sun shone down pleasantly on her as it did occasionally in Yacare. Sunlight was not uncommon, but with all the intertwined mangroves, cypresses, and spanish moss above the herd, only smallish patches could ever really be found until one was to venture out into the swamp waters and Hoss highly disapproved of such a decision. The sun did Sarabi justice and Hoss was thankful for such a peaceful and pleasant gesture from the Mother's own hand.
" 'Ow come Ah don' evuh see no stally-yons 'round he-yuh fightin' fo' da chance t'know yuh, huh?" Hoss spoke sweetly as he asked with a smile. He'd considered adding Sarabi to his sub-herd of mates, but he knew he could never do such a thing without her consent. They had been childhood friends - it wouldn't have been right. If Sarabi found the perfect stallion, Hoss would quite willingly allow him into the herd (within reason), but not without a careful inspection. Sarabi was close enough to be Hoss' sister; wouldn't want anything less than the best tampering with Sarabi.
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