Carefree {Maro}

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Bi-colored eyes never failed to notice how big everything was in comparison to her tiny body. The trees she passed towered endlessly above her head, their branches seeming to touch the sky itself from her perspective. She was far from the smallest horse in the world, but at a couple inches over nine hands high at her withers Zamara knew she was likely the smallest horse roaming these parts. But her height never deterred her from being as happy as she was. She missed her mom, a miniature horse as well, whom had been killed fighting off a mountain lion only a few moons ago. To save her. After exclaiming for her only daughter to run away as fast as she could, Mar ran and didn’t dare look back. She had no way of knowing if her dam had actually been killed, but Mara was not naïve and knew that with the odds greatly against the small mare, she was lost to her forever. As much as it had torn her apart inside, she would live by her mother’s last words to her. “Stay strong, run fast, be free.” And despite her disadvantages, strong was what Mar did best.

As the chestnut painted mare entered into the huge meadow of an unknown land, she marveled at the tall grass that tickled her belly and legs as she walked through it and at the different colored daisies dotting here and there. They brought life and color to a field of dying grass and a cool wind caused it all to dance and wave. Red, orange, and yellow leaves were periodically falling from their branches and the occasional one danced across her path. A feeling of playfulness rushed through her at once and she tossed her head, whickering as her creamy white mane blew back in the wind with her abrupt movement. Kicking her feet up into a high-stepping trot, she began her own dance in the meadow to the rhythm she could only call.. Autumn. Losing herself in her motions, her nares picked up the scent of others, though Zamara could not bring herself to worry.

[OOC: Sorry for the crappiness]

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[Tea]

Everything was so new around her, actually not so much. Maro found it rather bemusing that Sol, known by the rest of the world as Sacha, would bring her here. She snorted softly at the confusion. Her mother had told her to leave, so she left, but she was back here? Would her mother be mad? Would she think she had disobeyed her orders? The cacophony of thoughts made the tall filly whimper. On the other hand, her mind like a breaker switch had shut down the stream of bad thoughts; mother had wandered off somewhere had she not? Yes! How delightful, she did like Sol, oh very much so. It would’ve been so bothersome for her mother to show up and for her to have to find a different caretaker. The little filly snorted again, tossing her head, the short stubby mane on her neck wobbled back and forth comically.

There was an issue though, something Maro had blatantly chosen to ignore even though it was definitely against her best interests to do so. Sacha was nowhere to be found, or rather, Maro had unwisely wandered off. There were so many exciting things, and she already at least vaguely knew Nebuul so what harm could come from her wandering around? Lots… But the young filly was impervious to danger, nay, she was invincible! She reared up, the closest sound to a roar she could manage erupting from her throat. She skittered off, bolting around the trees with a nimbleness that was uncommon for her age. Then, without much warning a clearing broke her hasty stride. She stumbled, tumbling head over heels amongst the long dying grasses and array of wildflowers. She groaned, choking back a sob as she eagerly jumped back to her feet. She was sore, and a little scuffed up, but otherwise unphased.

It was then that the small mare caught her attention. She was dancing about to some unheard beat, potentially oblivious to Maro’s arrival. The filly smiled, skipping over to the stranger without a trace of fear. Though truly what harm could a 9 hh mare do to her? Although only about 7 1/2 months old Maro already stood 14 hh, which looked rather silly seeing as she was still subject to gangly foal syndrome. ”Hallo Kinder! Sie tanzen sehr gut Waffle.” (Hello there! You dance very well Waffle.) The grin on her face was one of self satisfaction due to the brilliant name she had come up with for her new acquaintance, and general friendliness. She tossed her head about, nickering excitedly as she hopped and flailed about. Ahhh, it was good to be young.

OOC: Oh btw she speaks german… LOL Also you might want to edit the title just a little typo with her name xD

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[Xenan]

Continuing to dance around, Zamara was completely oblivious to her surroundings until she heard the soft rustling of a body tumbling through the dry grass. Gracefully, even for one so small, she trotted in an arc to see what- or who- had made the sound before coming to a complete stop. As a young filly leapt up back up to her feet, Mara struggled not to giggle. She couldn't help but think, 'how cute' at her clumsiness and instantly adored how tough the young one seemed by not getting upset over the matter. A smile instantly curved the corners of Mar's blackened lips upward in an expression that completely brightened her face and her light-heartedness reflected in her eyes- one blue and one brown- as the foal sauntered up to her. Gangly though she may be, she was awful cute, and a good five hands taller than her too. Yet as always, sizes never bothered her.

When she spoke, all Zamara could get out of it was “hello” and “waffle” which made her unable to contain a light laugh. Not at her directly, but the whole situation. Having no real idea what she had said, the painted mare just decided to introduce herself. ”Hello to you too, young one. My name is Zamara, what’s yours?” Her tones completely belied her stature; strong and clear and delivered with a whimsical feminine sound. And then as she began frolicking around, the young mare had a hard time ignoring the urge to join in. A millisecond passed before she began dancing again, even kicked her heels up behind her and released a whicker or two of her own. Her side of the play only lasted a moment or two, though she laughed a bit more as she danced from one foot to the other in one place, all while watching the filly before her.

OOC: gawd.. suckage.. and yeah, sorry bout that. MarO, MarA xD

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[Tea]

Maro slowed her mad attempt at dancing, her small chest heaved as she caught her breath, puffing happily. She liked this foal-horse, her coat was pretty, a warm combination of red and white. Not to mention she was overly intrigued with the mare’s size. She looked like an adult horse, kind of, but was about the size of a small newborn. Her dark ears pricked forward as the mare spoke to her in the common tongue. Ah yes, she was going to have to get used to that. The mare had said her name was Zamara, which Maro laughed at. It wasn’t meant to come across as rude. Just she would have to learn that with Maro you didn’t have your real name, you had your Maro name. “No, no Zamara ist Waffle.” She nodded exaggeratedly, once again thoroughly pleased with herself. “Und I am Maro, myself.”

Ah yes Maro, who knew what she had originally been called, the filly had either chosen to forget her given name, or legit forgotten simply due to her developing understanding of the purpose of names. But the name Maro, well it was special to her. Some months ago, when she was still attached to her dam’s hip like glue, she had met a whimsical stranger. A sleek stallion named Ghibli who had spoken in a strange tongue, neither the German of her mother or the common language she heard so often. Naturally she had been drawn to him, and luckily for her he had been a kind old soul, he knew the common language and translated a few basic terms for her. He had also shared an array of names and their meanings with her, which only fueled her habit all the more. Her mother hadn’t bothered to interfere because it had kept the child from overwhelming her with questions. A win-win as far as Maro was concerned. Although she could no longer recall most of the words he had shared with her she could distinctly remember the name Maro, it meant “myself”, and seeing as she was in the habit of renaming everyone around her she felt it necessary to share the treatment. And thus her given name was lost forever, replaced in entirety by the title of Maro.

She unceremoniously flopped. “I think Sol is lost...” The thought of her caretaker was rather random, but it had dawned on the filly that the large mare was no where within sensory range. It worried her slightly, and it showed on her face. She turned to the petite painted mare before her. “You know Sol?” The wind had picked up; it murmured through the branches outskirting the clearing and hissed through the long grass. It was a tad scary for the brave filly, though she did her best to hide the matter. With an imagination like hers though it didn’t take long for the woods to be crawling with hungry beasts, even in broad daylight, the dappled lighting of the forest unnerved her. Maro chewed on her lip, trying her best to focus on Waffle, and only Waffle. No beasties would get her, Sol would ensure that much – even if she was miles away she knew the mare would rush to her aid. Right? Right… Nothing to fear, Sol is near.

OOC: Pff its fine mister xD we’ve had our share of goofs.

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[Xenan]

Zamara watched the golden-esque child as she settled herself in front of her again, and couldn’t keep the smile from her face. As the tall filly began to laugh, Mar tilted her head. Never being the type to be easily insulted, she contained her own laughter from joining in, sun-kissed ears attentive as she spoke in words she could understand this time- though her accent had the small mare smiling all over again. She did giggle some when the filly, now acknowledged as Maro, insisted her name be Waffle. Figuring it was a simple quirk that belonged to her alone, Zamara didn’t see any harm in going along with it. Lifting her head as high as she could, her heterochromic eyes sparkled with good-natured humor. ”Well then I, Waffle, am happy to meet you, Maro.” She said, making it a declaration that she accepted the ridiculous nickname. No matter how quirky this new friend was, Mara was simply happy to have company again. Needless to say, it was oddly refreshing to come across such a radiant youth, and not to have to look way up just to meet her gaze.

With that in mind, her smile became blissful as she curiously watched the wheels spin in the child’s eyes before she plopped to the ground. Even better! Mara thought, almost with a laugh, for now she didn’t have to look up at all! Giving an absent-minded whicker with a light toss of her head and flicking her long, red and white tail, Zamara suddenly sobered a bit as soon as the young one mentioned someone named “Sol” who was lost. Bringing one tiny hoof forward with all intents of consoling her if she could, Mar stepped closer to her. Upon asking if she had known the one she spoke of, the mini mare’s small ears went back a bit as she slowly shook her head. ”I’m afraid I don’t, dove, I’m sorry.” She said, the endearment springing from no where. Softly, not wanting to upset her, she asked. ”Is she your mum?” A concerned expression passed over the mare’s features as she noted the fleeting look of fear that had shown for only a moment as she looked around and even chewed her lip. Her heart fluttered rapidly then, as Maro looked at her with a focus that allowed the older female to note her visibly forcing the fears from her mind. Hoping to further reassure her, Mar said, ”I’m sure she’s around here somewhere, hon. We can go look for her if you’d like? I’ll go with you.” Her tones were soft and whimsical, and as she finished speaking, her smile again returned to her face.

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[Tea]

There was something enchanting about the small bicolor mare, soothing even. Maro was slowly coming to terms with the idea that Zamara, Waffle, was indeed an adult and not a foal like herself. So despite the mare’s height it seemed appropriate that her presence would come across as reassuring. Chocolate ears pricked attentively, listening to the mini’s response concerning the nickname. She was happy to meet her? How thrilling! Most of the strangers she had crossed paths with had found her downright annoying. She wasn’t sure how she was annoying, excitable and quirky yes, but not annoying. Adults were just stuck up is all, too busy with their adult business to understand how awesome she was. Would she be like them when she was older? It was a scary thought, certainly not something she wanted to consider as a possibility. No… she would be just as awesome as she was now, if not awesome-er… Yes, that’s how things would go, Maro would personally see to it that she never became boring.

Then Maro heard something she didn’t want to hear, Waffle didn’t know Sol. Her head lifted slightly, sky blue eyes refocusing on the mare as she asked whether or not Sol was her mother. “Nein.” She shook her head to emphasize the fact that the mare was not her dam. “Sol ist mein … second mum. Mutter told me to leave. So I adopted Sol.” A sort of blank sadness came over Maro’s face; the expression was completed with distant stare as her thoughts once again stormed to the forefront of her mind. She still wasn’t sure whether or not to be sad about her dam abandoning her. She had said it was important, that it was how things were supposed to be. Or something to that affect. Silly adult business all over again, the thought made Maro snort bitterly, her fuzzy tail beating around agitatedly amongst the dry grasses. It was such a bother, so much drama at the beginning of one’s life. Couldn’t her dam have just waited until Maro was truly ready to head out on her own? No… the mare had had an agenda and Maro wasn’t on it, so as soon as she was weaned she was cancelled from her life. It was a decision she hoped would haunt the mare’s life.

Kindness caught the distant filly off guard. The offer of assistance was so unexpected that she had to shake her head for a moment in order to realize what had been said to her. Maro staggered back to her feet, tripping slightly in her excitement. “Really?” Her voice was upbeat again, if a tad loud. “Yay!” Her hindquarters bucked up enthusiastically. “Uhm… this way!” She turned away from Waffle, her stilt-like legs carrying her in a purposeful canter in the direction of her crash landing zone. She paused momentarily beside the battered grasses that marked her entrance, as if gathering evidence that would assist her sleuthing endeavor. She snorted importantly, nodding to herself before calling out to the mare. “Ja, this vay!” Her german accent creeped in, it would be a wonder if she ever decided which language would be her dominant.

Oh for the joy of Maro, an adventure! Her alabaster tail whisked happily back and forth as she jaunted along. Yes adventure time, back into the depths of the forest, her nose to the ground as she tracked herself back the way she had come.

OOC: Sorry my replies are so slooow.. i don't get internet until next week D;

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[Xenan]

Short, and a bit stubby, Zamara stood as tall and proud as she could. Blue and brown eyes watched as the young filly seemed to brighten when she'd said she was glad to meet her. Maro said nothing in return, though the painted mare could almost see the thoughts spindling through her head. The dwarfish female couldn't help but smile and wonder what on earth she was thinking about. She'd definitely meant what she said; this chocolate and white filly with the oddest of orange manes was such a delight to be around, standing or laying as she was now. Mara had never met anyone so adorably entertaining, and it left her curious as to what might happen next. Though, all too quickly, the filly’s expression turned somber as she spoke about this Sol. When she said the mare wasn’t her mother, but a ‘second mother’ Zamara quickly put the pieces together, especially as she mentioned her real dam had told her to leave. In one corner of her mind, she almost laughed at the young one’s mention of adopting the mare. Should be the other way around, though the painted mare was quickly assessing that such would be the way Maro saw it, so didn’t bother correcting her phrasing.

Enthralled, Zamara watched as the saddest expression seemed to cloud the child’s eyes, and the mare instantly empathized. How could a mother just tell her little baby girl to leave? She imagined that the flicka had probably gone back to find her mother after wandering as aimlessly as any babe would without their dam, only to find her gone. How lost she must have felt! Emotions tugging at her heartstrings, the small mare offered to help her find her “Sol” without hesitation. Being without her adopted mother for however long they’d been separated must be having an affect on the filly by now. Having already experienced the loss of one mom, Mara despised the thought of her feeling as though she’d lost the second as well. So she’d stepped forward to help. Perhaps, being so small and new to the area, the mini mare wouldn’t be of much a real aid, but somehow she knew that her presence and support would lend strength and hope to the child, if nothing else. At first, Mar thought perhaps the filly hadn’t understood her as she peered up at her with eyes so large and expressive before shaking her head as though to clear whatever cobwebs had her thinking so hard.

And then the mare’s soft, kind-hearted smile became a wide grin and she bounced back to allow the youngling some room as she rushed to get to her feet. ”Really?” She’d asked excitedly, earning a light laugh and a willing nod of Mara’s chestnut head. As the filly exclaimed and bucked her enthusiasm at the idea, the mini couldn’t help but laugh and dance beside her, utterly thrilled to see her happy again. And then she was up and running off back in the direction Mar had first heard her stumbling into the area. Reddish ears perked forward before she leapt forward into a gallop to catch up to her. Her legs, being quite a bit shorter, would seem not to be able to keep up with the spindly legs of her compadre, but where she lacked in stature, the mare had muscle and packed speed that would be highly unexpected for her size. So when the filly paused, she’d already closed the distance between them. Good thing too, because as soon as her new friend decided this was the right way, she took off again back into the woods. Keeping pace, a bit behind her, Mara watched with some amusement as the young one seemed so ecstatic, keeping her head down to track her tiny hoof prints- as dainty as her own- and even her scent along the way. The mini mare pranced along behind, smile set in place, long red and white tail swishing somewhat to keep it from snagging too much of the leaves and twigs scattered on. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do, though she was determined to be there in case the filly needed more encouragement.

OOC: lol don't worry about it, I just feel bad that my responses come back so crappy! ><
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[Tea]

IN THE WORKS

OOC: I don't usually post WIP posts, but I wanted to put up Maro's yearling header xD

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