wicked men tell wicked lies [closed]

[Aderalle]

Here, there is only try,
for the failures never vanish.

begin.

Aderalle did not pay too much attention as Probli stared stupidly at the dirt. It seemed that the grass grew without much effort for him, as if he could simply think about what a place would look like with the grass and it would suddenly be as so. He imagined this was why his grass grew in scattered discs while others grew grass in one large round at their feet, or in a trail behind them as they wandered. Truly, Aderalle could grow other things, but flowers seemed frilly and it would be stupid to grow trees within an already overpopulated forest. Occasionally, he would bring forth something with edible fruit, but there was little need for that here.

“It’s… not far,” he replied between mouthfuls of grass, eventually taking a step forward and lifting his head. Really, he needed to create more shelters like Salma’s. Twisting the trees into a lean to seemed above his skill level as of the moment, however. He would certainly try, though. As usual, his head did not lift much higher than his withers and he strolled a few more steps, stopping to shake his neck lazily.

Absentmindedly, he began to wander slowly down a path. He was not heading anywhere in particular, as he saw no reason that they needed to go look at a shelter. It was not a tourist attraction! It was a place to hide from the rain. Aderalle worried about rain here in the forest. It did not come often, being a distance from the shore, and so this place was often rather dry in the summer. Rain would bring moisture, sure, but it also brought lightning. The beast held a justified fear of his home bursting into flame.

Coming to a small, trickling creek (which he knew started in the mountains and ended in a puddle down-slope), Aderally finally stopped his aimless wandering. A few mouthfuls were taken in before he cleared the three foot wide rift in the earth in a seamless hop and continued on. One place he had never been were the beaches that Salma spoke so often of. Without telling Probli, he altered course in their direction. He did not expect the other to follow him on the hour-long journey.

end.

[Probli]

Probli had paused, was looking back at Aderalle. He was unsure of how far “not far” was, but he pondered upon it for a moment and decided he did not care. He simply needed something to do other then make a fool of himself. He stared as the olivine stallion shambled forward. He was antsy; he believed it an important task they find the shelter. At least, he thought it was important to Addy, and Probli was very eager to show he was worth something.

He allowed the other to take the lead, followed closely, to the left of the green colt. He found it difficult to walk at the pace the other had decided to take. His mind wandered as they walked, his head turned to look for any birds or other forms of wildlife he believed he heard. On occasion, he saw what he believed to be particularly interesting insects, stones, or fungi, and lagged behind as he stared intently at them, only to quicken his pace to catch back up with Addy; he hoped the other did not notice.

Once they had stopped, Probli took it upon himself to drink his fill of water, and eat any grass in the area he could find that palatable. He drifted from patch of grass to patch of grass, only glancing at Addy as he walked away. He did not believe he would be leaving him here; Probli simply thought he was wandering about in the same manner he was. The rusty colts’ mind was eventually only focused upon finding food. After a short time, he felt he was done eating for the time being, and glanced about the area for Aderalle. He took a number of steps in the general direction he last saw him, looked deep into the forest.

Surprisingly, he did not panic. He did not feel particularly scared of being lost in the forest; this was, after all, his home now. He may as well explore it on his own eventually. He was, however, worried about the status of his cohort. He quickened his pace, ventured further into the direction he believed Addy to be, softly questioned the air before him of the location of the mossy colt. He eventually caught glimpse of some movement; in time, he saw the other. He spoke somewhat loudly, not feeling it necessary to yell, “Aderalle! I’m back here! I, ah, sorry I didn’t walk with you, my mind must have, um, been elsewhere.” As he got closer to his friend, he spoke more softly. “Are, we, ah, still going to the shelter? This… seems to be a bit of a different direction.”