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Post by Tammanae on Jun 1, 2010 12:08:38 GMT -5
A light breeze and a bright sun filled the grassy lands that in which a small white body could be spotted sniffing the ground intently, purple eyes looking for something. The tail, flecked with light green tips gave a small swish as she turned and looked up, her ears drooped as she plopped to the ground, a sigh escaping her lips.
"Come out come oh flowering buds..." the doe called in a sing song voice, looking around as she did so. Blossom rarely ever spoke to other goennecs, but by herself her light voice tended to be as chatty as any other, speaking mostly to herself, or like in this occasion, to whatever it was she was looking for, even though she knew perfectly well that no response would meet her ears.
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Post by 3B on Jun 1, 2010 17:01:38 GMT -5
Hatter stood in "his" little area, right at the boarder of the herd's land. He tapped his bright hoof against the rock behind him, alternatively humming and murmuring nonsense lyrics to a song that only made sense in his head, his forepaw drawing lines in the dirt before him. His thoughts were everywhere at once; Cassiopoeia, the design, the song, his surroundings... He couldn't stop thinking. In fact, it was a thought that caused him to stop and howl with laughter, his hat bouncing on his head as he bounced on his forepaws, his tapping ceasing for just a moment.
His ears perked up and he stopped suddenly, his back legs holding him up for a moment before he flopped down and dove into a nearby bush, his hat just sticking out above the top of the grass. He watched the newcomer intently, getting a brief feeling of deja vu- after all, this was how he had met Cass. He looked at the few foxgloves and budding Baby's Breath, the only flowers he knew to be in season, and decided to speak up, his voice thrown away from himself so as to hide his spot- as if the hat wasn't inconspicuous. "The flowers are silent this year- the daffodils fought with the tulips, and the 'Susans sided with neither."
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Post by Tammanae on Jun 1, 2010 17:21:05 GMT -5
Ears perked up as a voice spoke, sounding as though it came from the air itself. The flowers are... silent? was the first thing that came to her mind. Suddenly, she realized that she was very much alone, and she clamored to her paws, her front hooves splayed in a defensive pose. She sniffed the air but could smell no threat in the nearby area. Maybe I am going mad... she thought, her perked tail slowly lowering to the ground as her shoulders let go of the tension of her immediate shock.
Her eyes strayed to an open area in front of her, where the voice seemed to have emerged from. Blossom took a couple of steps forward and tested the ground gingerly with her front hoof, her eyes shifting and trying to grab strange details on the blades of grass, but nothing seemed out of place.
"I heard the daffodils made fun of the tulips for being so closed to the world that surrounds them. Susans were smart to not take sides, although then again, their eyes catch more than the others," she answered to no one in particular, trying to make the voice sound again, and thinking how ridiculous she must seem to any passing goennec. "Good call on sanity Blossom..." she said to herself, shaking her head and looking around the empty patch of grass in front of her one more time, trying to assure herself she was indeed not going crazy.
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Post by 3B on Jun 1, 2010 19:39:05 GMT -5
Hatter smiled, pleased that someone else understood the rift between the two flowers. "Yes, yes! And the roses, oh, the roses and their drama! the white ones want to be red, the red ones want to be white, it's a wonder they aren't multicolored. Though, the Bleeding Hearts and 'Susans are looking for shelter from the thorns- not that they can be blamed- and the Stargazer Lilies... well, they're always so neutral anymore, concerning themselves with just the sky, and all." His eyes sparkled as he spoke of the flowers and their concerns, especially glad that someone else knew of the situations. He popped his head out from his hiding place, grinning.
"But why on earth the foxglove doesn't side with the Baby's Breath, I'll never know. Do you?"
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Post by Tammanae on Jun 1, 2010 20:32:55 GMT -5
Surprise took over as she heard the voice answering again, speaking in riddles of flowers and their problems still. Her mind spinning lightly as she tried to take in all of the information being spoken, and her eyes still scanning for the place where the voice was coming from. Her eyes stopped abruptly at the sight of a hat standing out among the longer blades of grass, and she almost smacked her head with her hoof out of shame for not having noticed earlier. Sadly, she could not call out, for not a second after she had noticed the hat had a head popped out from under it, revealing one of the wildest looking stags she had ever laid eyes on. Surprise made her rear and fall on her tail like a kid learning how to walk, but the grinning goennec simply asked her a question regarding the foxglove and the Baby's Breath.
A small pause took over her brain as she saw the wild stag, his frizzy, bright colored mane, his twinkling eyes, the hat, and the wide grin that plastered his face. Instinct told her that this was an intruder, and that she should be wary, but she couldn't help but smile at his antiques as she stood up. "Foxglove is jealous that the Baby can look up at the sky while she can only weep at the leaves that had fallen behind," she answered in a bit of a mutter, thinking it best to keep up his games before she decided if he was a threat or not.
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Post by 3B on Jun 2, 2010 17:17:32 GMT -5
Happily, Hatter bounced around in a circle. "That's what I thought! Yes, yes, yes!" He caught his hat as it bounced off of his head, clearly ignoring the leaves and brambles that had gotten into his mane and tail. "But no matter, they'll soon start jabbering once the hydrangea starts blooming. They usually do; they like to discuss the different colors." He plopped into a sitting position, head cocked at an extreme angle to one side, as if expecting an answer to a question he didn't ask.
Silently, he surveyed his visitor, noting how she didn't run off or fight him. He supposed it was a good sign; after all, there had only been one other that didn't do so, and she'd stop by to visit every now and again- in fact, he'd just seen her not long ago. But that was beside the point- if there ever was one, in the first place.
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Post by Tammanae on Jun 2, 2010 19:15:27 GMT -5
Different, huh? I bet you know a lot about that... was the first thing that popped into Blossom's mind. Imitating the stranger, Blossom sat down, looking him up and down, not out of disgust of his strangeness, but rather in awe of it. She couldn't help but wonder how a goennec like this survived in the wild, and what kind of a herd he must be with that they came with such stories about flowers. "Your herd must value flowers more so than I do to have taught you how to listen so intently," she said, choosing her words carefully as to not insult the strange goennec.
A slight breeze shuffled the long blades of grass as she gave her comment a moment of thought. Does this mean there is another herd moving in close by? This could be troublesome... Her mind was immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusion, a waring herd. However, she felt that somehow prideful little Devi would be more keen on attacking them than it being the other way around if all were the same as this stranger's impression had been. She gave a small grin as she bowed her head to the hatted fellow and she turned her purple gaze on him. "My name is Blossom. Pardon my discourtesy of not introducing myself earlier," she added, hoping to stay on good terms with this oddball.
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Post by 3B on Jun 3, 2010 17:19:02 GMT -5
Hatter laughed, tossing his head back. "My herd? Pfft. My herd, your herd, their herd, his herd, her herd, it's herd. Same, same, same." Despite his affiliation with the herd under Devi's power, he was a Peasant that chose to stay away from the herd, because too many sane Goennecs drove him up the wall. Out here, he was allowed to go pretty much all that he wanted to do. His insanity also told him to isolate himself, for the most part.
"They call me Hatter. They say I'm mad. Mad at what, I dunno. Sanity's in the eye of the beholder. By why wander, I wonder? Not many out here." Energetically, he started tapping one of his bright hooves against the ground. Normally, by now, he would have flitted away, but he decided to stick around for just a while longer. After all, why not give the courtesy of a conversation?
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Post by Tammanae on Jun 3, 2010 18:21:25 GMT -5
Blossom blinked, her eyes blank as she attempted to decipher his words. Even though the white doe was a soldier in the herd, she knew little about the soldiers, and less about the peasants. She had lived with Devi for a long time, but her own unintentional need to isolate herself made her unaware of who was who. The fact that this particular stag was new to her and not very close to Devi's herd made her unable to connect the dots, however, she decided to drop the subject there, as she was sure she would not be able to bring out a coherent answer on the matter out of him.
A small giggle escaped the young doe at his last comment, and she shook his head. "Sounds like something Forest would say," she replied, her tail giving a small wag. Mention of the elder always made her happy. Her wisdom was always something the flower pattered doe loved. The first wild goennec she had met had had the same serene and calm personality the old doe always possessed, making her feel calmer and more secure around her. Despite Hatter's oddness and obvious lunacy, she couldn't help but feel a similar calm around him. "They are just jealous they cannot understand the flowers the same way you can," she purred, giving him a warm blink, not wanting to sound rude, knowing that to him, everything he said somehow made sense in his mind, and if it didn't, he obviously didn't care.
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Post by 3B on Jun 6, 2010 23:08:17 GMT -5
Hatter let the topic drop, his mind happily moving elsewhere. He didn't really mind- the only topics he pressed were the topics he really had to in order to get his point across, when his audience decided it wanted to be stubborn.
"I don't know this "Forest"... I know the forest, though. Rather kind. Always there- after all, what kind of a mother would she be if she never was?" He hopped to his feet and started drawing in the dirt with his paw, doodling lines and squiggles and all sorts of odd symbols. "Oh, yes. Yesyesyes. either that or they simply haven'y heard the call of It, and have yet to be enlightened. Which is fine. Obliviousness works for them."
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Post by Tammanae on Jun 6, 2010 23:32:01 GMT -5
Getting up, Blossom stood next to the odd stag and waatchd him scribble in the dirt, her eyes screwed as she saw things she did not understand, and she tried to make sense of it. She could understand what he was saying, as strange as it sounded and as mental as it seemed. She almost wondered if her own sanity was in the right place, understanding the things Hatter came across in his ramblings. She tilted her head, and opened her mouth to ask about the symbols, her curiosity taking over.
No sooner than the first word had escaped her mouth, the 'what' that had started her question, did she hear a bellowing cry. She looked up, her purple eyes gazing intently at the source of the sound, and for a second, the shy look that defined her left, leaving a determined and battle ready gaze. Her eyes calmed the second she realized it was an announcement cry, not a battle one, and she turned to Hatter, and tossed her mane back in a small rear.
"It seems that the Prime is calling. I do not enjoy hearing second hand news, so I must hurry back," she stared, her voice a bit disillusioned at leaving this strange stag. "Let us meet again, next time the flowers need counseling," she said, her eyes shining with amusement before she gave a small bow, then turned to sprint in the direction of the herd, her green hooves, leading the way."
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