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Posted: Sun May 14, 2023 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2023 8:41 pm
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Erasmus drew designs in the sand with his hooves, swirls and loops and whatever pattern his heart spilled onto the earth. He had a lot to think about lately, having been reunited with his sister after a traumatic separation early in their adulthood. They were orphans, but somewhere along the way, she had been taken in by a large, kind family that dwelled on the beach, which had apparently also looked after her daughter and even grandchildren when Kalypso was captured by a kelpi and held as his treasure. Eventually, she had escaped, but not without injury. The large family he now shared a home with had reunited Kalypso with most of her remaining family, including himself.
If Erasmus was honest, he didn't remember much after being dragged beneath the waves. He figured a lot of it was the air deprivation he must have gone through, or maybe he had sun stroke or something and lost time... Whatever had happened, he had, recently, been located on an island by one of Niall's aquatic grandchildren, who thought he looked too alike their family friend for such to be a coincidence. And so, with much convincing, possibly a little coercion, and assistance with the draining swim, Erasmus had been returned to the mainland and reunited with his sister - one of the few things in this life he recognized immediately.
It had been a breath of fresh air after too long at sea. He didn't mind living by the sea now, but at least the reason wasn't that he was trapped! Smirking a little to himself, Erasmus continued with his drawing, switching to little waves and spirals.
WC: 274
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2023 9:09 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2023 9:29 pm
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Erasmus looked up from his artwork as he heard the shuffle of sand on the move. As he watched, a stocky-statured mare with a crimson coat and curly, dark brown mane and tail slid down from a dune nearby, sand creating tiny avalanches as it flooded through her long fetlocks. When she reached the base of the dune, she shook with a gentle rumble; sand flew off her in sprinkles and her hair flared with the sea breeze. He nodded back, dumbstruck, when she acknowledged him.
Had he ever seen a creature with such command of her audience and such a natural grace? She might be heavier in build but he felt like that added to the effect.
Shaking off his stupor, Erasmus followed her to the edge of the surf, intending to call out to her, but suddenly finding himself tongue-tied by the cool touch of the water on his hooves. He didn't think he had touched the ocean since Niall and his family had hauled him out of it, with Tahuya's assistance and Panlong looking on. He had too much respect for the sea to enter it recklessly.
Walking parallel to the mare, Erasmus called a greeting. "Welcome to the family-herd lands of Niall and Destati. Is there someone you are looking for?"
WC: 215
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2023 9:43 pm
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 4:26 pm
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 10:25 pm
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2023 7:42 pm
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Erasmus's skin lightly twitched where just a few sparkling drops of water landed on him as they scattered from her mane. He looked at the water, which was a colder, darker blue than most days; while spring was warm so far, today was a cool day, and the waves reflected that. "At least the walk is relaxing and the company generally pleasant," he said, then stuttered - that sounded like a weird assumption. He hardly knew Caryiln well enough to determine whether she was pleasant, though really she did seem it... But still! "I mean, usually I walk the beach with my sister or our family... Sometimes the young ones can be quite brash." He gave her an embarrassed smile, hoping he smoothed over any faux pas she might have detected.
Meandering along, following his own hoofprints from earlier in the day, Erasmus glanced at Caryiln as she asked him about Niall. "To make a long story shorter," he began, "I met Niall through his grandchild, Tahuya. Tahuya is a water-faring type, and she and her fellow, Panlong, found me stranded on an island somewhere out that way." He tossed his head at the water. "Tahuya had realized that I looked very like a family friend - my sister, Kalypso. She approached me and asked if I wanted to go back to the mainland, which I desperately did. They supported me and helped me with the hard swim back here. When we landed, Niall and his mate, Destati, helped my sister nurse me back to health." He looked at Caryiln from under his lashes, lowering his voice a bit. "I'll be honest, my sister's not the most useful at medicine, so it's a good thing she made some friends. She's way more accident prone than me, if you can believe it."
Snorting a little, Erasmus flicked his tail. "What about you? How did you meet Niall?"
WC: 314
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2023 9:36 am
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2023 8:55 am
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Chuckling at Caryiln's description of how she and Niall had met, Erasmus nodded. "He does always have his head in the clouds, that's for sure. Destati keeps him a little more grounded than I understand he once was." As they walked on, Erasmus saw the somewhat-arranged driftwood and turned up sand of the home base of the beach family. A handful of brightly- and naturally-toned soquili stood around, watching the antics of a couple of foals. Erasmus gave Caryiln a crooked grin. "Looks like we've reached our destination - I'll leave you to catch up. My belly has been telling me that it's time for lunch."
Giving her a little bow of his head, Erasmus made for the woods that stood at the edge of the beach, intending to munch on some of the sweeter, more delicate grasses that grew there. As he stood there, he looked on as Caryiln introduced herself to Niall's family and re-introduced herself to Niall; before long, she was surrounded by them. He could feel the warmth emanating from them all the way to where he stood. The waves roared loud enough that he would never have a chance at hearing what was said, but he had a feeling he'd be seeing more of Caryiln.
WC: 209
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