Driven [Finished]

[Darkmoon Dancer]

Last Whisper had been nestled inside of the berry bush for quite some time, napping. She was still very young and tired quite easily. Upon hearing footsteps she woke. Opening her eyes groggily, she stretched out her front limbs and yawned. She wondered what was making all of the noises outside of her little encampment, but before she could start out to try and figure it out she got distracted.

A tiny fluffball, brown in color, had darted right in front of her hooves and out of her sight. She flinched as if to follow and track it down, but stopped because there was movement in her plant. Someone was breaking berries off and eating on them, but they were pacing. Interesting....

Having caught her attention, Last Whisper stood up straight with a little hop. All that could be seen was her head and part of her neck, and the bush looked like an overly large blanket nestled in around her. She addresses the stranger with a crisp, "Have you seen it? Where did it go?"

 

[Darkmoon Dancer]

The stranger looked tired and only answered her groggily. She found this rather amusing, as she did many things. A smile found its way across her muzzle, but the moment he pointed she was off. She was mighty fast for such a little 'un as she ran down the path after the fluffball she had seen earlier. She was out of sight for a few minutes, searching for this creature.

No such luck. So she turned back around, weaving back through the bushes until she reached the one she was hiding in before. She popped her head up once more and addressed the bright orange one once more, "What're you doing? I'm Last Whisper. I couldn't find the fluffball. It ran away from me."
 

[elufae]

Mourning Fog walked gently in between trees and underbrush. His eyes looked down to the floor so that he could walk around any wildflowers or small woodland creatures that littered the floor. He walked carefully, also because Sunwing was nestled on his back and he didn't want to wake her. This was inevitable because her head lifted up groggily at the sound of two voices behind some berry bushes.

Interested, she flew to the voices and landed gingerly on the grass between them. Her neck craned around, back, and forth, watching the golden buck pace around the bush every which way and that. A moment later, Mourning made his way there and joined her in watching the buck, curious by his movements. "Most Kimeti stand still while they graze, good sir." He said softly.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

"Yes! It followed the path but as soon as I got there it was gone. It's small and probably just hiding underneath something where I can't see it from all the way up where my eyes are. Golden-spider... that's a nice name. I like you." The foal was very curious and had a knack for finding the shapes in things like body contours.

A purple and pink buck came wandering up from behind Golden-Spider, and seemed to not have noticed her at all. So she sinks back into the bush, creeps along under the branches and makes her way over to the swan who could probably see her coming, but anyone standing above probably wouldn't. She whispers softly to the swan, having completely forgotten about the males, "Pssst. Pssst.... come here, pretty..."
 

[elufae]

Mourning Fog tilted his head, genuinely confused. He took to decifering any possible reasons for the golden buck's odd behavior. A walk in some strange bush? A bug bite? After a good minute, he dismissed his thoughts, finding it better for answers to come to him instead of him searching for them. "My name is Mourning Fog, and this..." he turned to Sunwing.

Sunwing honked at the young Kimeti trying to lure her closer. She continued to move just out of reach. If swans could have expressions, hers would have been of one raised eyebrow at the small filly.

Mourning Fog laughed at the sight of his companion trying to keep away from the filly. "This is Sunwing. And may I ask what your name is?" he said, turning to the buck, still chuckling. "And yours, young one?" tilting his head back to the filly, smiling gently.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

When the swan honked at her, Last Whisper jumped back, taken aback by the sound. She didn't know they sounded like that! It seemed upset with her, though she guessed that she was foreign to it, so she didn't let it get to her. She allowed the swan to keep her distance and didn't pursue it anymore. Perhaps she would be able to study or even touch it later.

Mourning Fog, she had heard him say while she was still distracted with the bird. Hmmm... that brought up a question... She replied to him first, "I'm Last Whisper. And this is Golden-Spider. He's pretty." She lowered her head, turning it a little and scratched at her ear with a back hoof before standing up straight and approaching the paler male. "Is your name, 'Mourning', sadness or the beginning of the day? It's silly that two words would sound the same. No two things are ever the same, it's unnatural." She tilted her head and waited for the male to clarify, as she really had no shame and always spoke what was on her mind.
 

[elufae]

Mourning Fog smiled at the young filly, who seemed so sure of herself. He respected that. "A pleasure to meet you, little one." he said, and turned his attention to her question. "Oh. My name refers to sadness. My twin sister's name is Weeping Mist, it's only fitting that my name happens to match hers. However, I assure you I don't mourn my life away." he chuckled at the thought. He was almost never sad.

Seeming to have "won", Sunwing raised her head and perched herself on Mourning's back, eyeing the small filly and honking in a manner which could have been interpreted to display that she was pleased with herself. If swans could smile, she would be grinning. Mischievous little thing.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

She listened carefully as the older male spoke, and nodded when he spoke of his sister's name, and how it too was about sadness. In fact, she realized that weeping mist and mourning fog could in fact be interpretted as the same thing, so she smiled to herself, proud of finding that connection. "You must be twins then! I am related to twins. A brother and sister of mine." She nods again and gets distracted by the swan's honking.

The swan was such a pretty thing. An odd shape, more elongated than most birds she has seen, but pretty none-the-less. Perhaps it was that which made her so nice to look at.

Hearing shuffling behind her, she looked back to see what Golden-spider was upto.
 

[elufae]

Mourning Fog smiled at the small filly. Who knows how intelligent she will become when she's a grown doe? Turning his attention to the golden buck, he now wore a quizzical look. Difference? He didn't notice anything. Golden-Spider, however, seemed to be very in tune with Mother Swamp. If something was happening, it must have caused him to act so strangely.

Now being orbited, Mourning Fog had to turn himself to keep facing the buck. "I haven't felt anything." he said, a little ashamed at the fact. Should he have felt something?  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

The foal watched Golden-spider pace in circles around them for a moment. While mulling her thoughts over, replaying memories in her mind, she took to following the orange buck in his orbit around Mourning Fog. Smiling to herself, she found this rather amusing. But when she glanced back over at Mourning Fog, she realised he was talking and turned her thoughts back to what Golden-spider had asked.

She replied cautiously, brow furrowing, "Well... I haven't been around for very long... and I don't know if I have anything to really compare Mother Swamp to.... But... do you mean the whispers? Does everyone hear them, or is it just me?" She felt that she should stop there, and not go into any further detail unless they asked, because if it was just her, then she had to figure out why they only spoke to her...