A New Start [OPEN]

[yaruka]

OOC: Open to anyone who wishes to join in

BIC:
By the quiet waters of the Cascade Creek grazed a skinny bay mare, her coat a calm and simple colour, distinguished only by a large white blaze on her forehead. The mare was new to this part of the High Country, having only just escaped the tyranny of her former stallion when he was caught by men earlier in the season. The brown-toned leaves of the autumn afforded her decent cover here in the shade of some snowgums and Qana was taking advantage of this oppertunity to hopefully bulk up for what looked like a hard winter. Her black tail flicked absentmindedly at the persistent flies that still lived by the water, her teeth cropping the grass in a steady rythym.

[Rivre]

It had been an age since he, Balaroo the sun stallion, had taken it upon himself to travel the lower country in search of the freedom which he longed to feel. His neat, hard hooves placing themselves eagerly into the grooves of the river-bank, eyes keen and ears pitched forwards. As he trotted onwards, he let the golden arch of his neck rise a little further, tossing out his silvery tinted mane, a soft snort distilling the silence of the bush.
Beside him the snowgums rustled in the harsh breeze, his somewhat quiet passing alerting the bush creatures as to his intentions, the sweet scent of winter hanging bitterly over him as if a waiting cloud. He did not much like the snow, for with it came his absolute need for attention, he was easily spotted when on such a mission as this, a magnificent stallion against the also beautiful white carpet.
As he drew in yet another soundless breath, an entirely different current reached his nasal passages, and one that caused him to prop to a standstill, alarmed. A mare, on her own? he was young, but not young enough to discard his worry.

He had stopped a little way from where she grazed, probably too caught up in his thoughts to have noticed how close he had come to jumping on her, and he noted her bay colouring as if it meant nothing to him. What did it matter of a horse's colour anyway? Was it not what lay underneath that mattered? As he remained a silent stature, and as she grazed somewhat contentedly from what he could see, he noticed also the striking white blaze that painted her pretty little face.
But again, worry gnawed at him, and it was such an emotion that caused the nicker to slip from his lips, the leaves of a snowgum parting as he pushed his way out into the clearing. She was, in fact, beautiful.
"Greetings bay mare of this barren place, I am Balaroo named for the god of rain, and what may I ask are you doing alone at such a time of bad weather?" He knew that it was important he did not startle her into thinking he thought only about stealing her, for it was not the case, and he hoped that his flickering gaze showed only his worry and perhaps a slither of his interest...

OOC: Hey Yaruka! Good to see you again

[yaruka]

OOC: Hey Rivre! Good to see you too I think we have some mares and stallios to reunite

BIC: Given her history and the fact that she was a lone mare so late in the season, it might be surprising to some to note that Qana hardly startled when the strange nicker met her ears. Instead she lifted her head curiously, pricking her ears forward and answering the strange stallion with a soft nicker of her own. Her eyes were bright with a lively interest, but though she was not scared, there was a glimmer of caution in them too. She knew only too well that nice words did not necessarilky be-lie a gentle heart.
"Nice to meet you, O Balaroo," she replied calmly "I am Qana, named for the falling snow, and I have roamed by myself ever since my former stallionwas captured by man last spring." She watched him attentively as she spoke, noting his unusual colouring with interest. She had never seen a colour such as his, but a sensible mare, Qana was not one to be blindsided to reason by such attractiveness.

[Rivre]

It was nice enough here, that one did not have to wade through the snow and slip across the ice merely to eat; there was enough grass to satisfy two horses, and here those two were.
Lobes pitched forwards, Balaroo eyed Qana carefully, the curiosity which lit her orbs surely the thing which lit his own, flank quivering as he took a few paces closer.
"Qana for the falling snow... It is a beautiful name for a beautiful mare, and it is regretful to think you have traveled alone for such a long time" he murmured, extending his trembling nose to hers, silken forelock falling askew over warm brown eyes.
"Is the grazing as good here as it is in lower country? For it appears you are well learned of the place."

OOC; Sorry :/ Such an awful reply, but I have no muse, it ran away.

[yaruka]

OOC: no worries it's not bad at all and sorry for the delay

BIC:
Qana dipped her head shyly as the stallion complimented her. She was a modest,simple mare, and not used to flattery or kind words. Her other stallion had been more physical than intellectual.
"I do not actually know," she now replied to his question "For I also am a newcomer here, this is my first day in the High Country." She trusted him with this information, she may not have had the best experiences in the past, but Qana was far from lumping all stallions in the same category.

[Rivre]

Balaroo snorted in surprise, and looked at the curious mare through narrowed gaze. The scent of wattle and of spring drifted on the breeze, speaking of many horses in the higher country, the Ramshead and the place where he was headed - perhaps it would not do for him to travel to such a place now? For this pretty little mare could accompany him and lighten the burden of solitude, he could finally act his age.
Throwing up his muzzle, he danced on nimble hooves before her, neck arched and golden coat sparkling in the rays of sunlight which dappled through the canopy of leathery snowgum leaves and onto his hide.
"Come away with me Qana of the falling snow. For the weather we were named and like the weather we will dance across these hillsides, merging the rain and snow and leading a merry dance those who think to cross our paths. I know not of what your past has woven, nor you of mine, but I am all for new beginnings, and as Newcomers we will ride the tide of of this queer place. Come," caught up in the fury and excitment of his words, he pulled gently on her mane before spinning neatly on his forehooves and leaping into a canter - a canter which would lead him into the rougher country, the country of his future.

[yaruka]

Qana watched the stallion showing off with gentle amusement. He interested her, bringing a spark of life into her existence that had been missing ever since she had left her birth herd. It didn't do for young horses to dwell on the past, so she decided to take the chance and follow him. Why not after all? He could hardly be worse than her old stallion, and he was so full of life that she couldn't imagine him dampening another's spirit. Tossing her head she lept after him, extending her shorter legs to catch upbefore settling into a comfortable pace just behind his shoulder.

OOC: we can probably close up the thread with this post if you think

[Rivre]

OOC: Sure ^^ The thread he's in now about to fight Thalera, we could say was set after this one, and so Qana is waiting in the trees or whatnot =)

[yaruka]

sounds good, I'll throw her into that thread once the fight begins