Fillysitting | Semi-Open*

“G-Goodbye uncle Alabaster! Have a nice day at work!” Arabella said in a cheerful tone as she watched him walk away, without looking back. The little filly tilted her head slightly to one side. Sometimes she wondered why did her uncle pay such little attention to her, and he always had to go away to work.
Arabella shrugged her shoulders, not giving much attention to the thought. She knew how important this job was for him, she could understand it perfectly because she also had a dream like that; to become the best mage healer in the whole herd!

The filly could feel her thin, fragile legs tremble with excitement at the thought. She would be able to help others, explore the island in search of any useful herbs, and most important; show uncle Alabaster how good she could be at it! Arabella smiled and just after her uncle had walked away she trotted happily to a bush closet to where she had just been. She picked up some short and some long leaves from it and carried as much as she could on her mouth, then walked back to her original spot.
This was one of her favourite games, since she didn’t have many other things to do and there were no more foals in the herd. What a better way to become a good healer than starting to practise as soon as she could? Arabella chuckled and started to pile up the leaves in two groups; short leaves and long leaves. She usually had a lot of fun, but she couldn’t help but imagine how much more fun she would have when she finally became an official Mage healer.
However, back into reality, Arabella had been so focused on her fantasies that she hadn’t noticed an unknown horse walking towards her, and saying her name.
She gave a little jump at first, a bit scared at the sudden presence of the horse.

Arabella shook her head as one of the leaves she had collected landed on her nose because of the movement. Who was him? Did she know him? But all the doubts washed away as the horse said her name. The once confused look on her face brightened up again with a big smile. “Yes, I am!” Arabella said with a confident and playful tone, looking at the older horse. He had to be the horse that her uncle had told her about, the one that would stay with her while he was away, but sadly she didn't get the chance to know his name. “You know my name, but I’m afraid I don’t know yours. What’s your name?” She asked with a kind gaze and a soft smile.

(ooc:// I hope this is alright... If not, please let me know c: )

"Aha! You thought you could escape me, Great Composer. Little did you know you have fallen into my trap." A young colt cackled, adding a sinister chuckle for bonus points. He lowered his head and stared up at the tree through narrowed eyes, a smug grin creeping across his mouth. Any equine in thier right mind would have thought the boy was insane. Little did the world know, that hidden behind a couple of bushes and underneath a great pine tree, lay a colt's secret world. This is where Makul came as often as every other day. Though, the time he spent here was beginning to dwindle now that Ellie refused to join him. Still, this tree was perfect for anyone as small as a young colt or filly. It was just big enough a child could squeeze through, but large enough an adult would have difficulties. Underneath the large pine tree a sense of freedom and passion could be found. It was exotic, peaceful, and well, exciting.

Makul's demeanor shifted, the smug look switching to one of determination, his voice becoming less sinister and much deeper. "That's where you're wrong." He replied to himself. To any other person, it simply sounded like a sorry colt playing a game all on his own, but to him, his voice was no longer his and reality no longer existed; this was his reality. Makul grinned, grabbed a stick from the ground with his mouth, then fought against the imaginary villain. The stick would silently cut through air every now and then hitting the tree's thick trunk. Caught in the moment, the ten-year-old colt dashed out from under the tree and through the bushes. His body thrusted every which way as he played his favorite game.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he spat the stick out of his mouth and stared up at the sky. He felt so lonely without Ellie or Shelly or Key around. Their world had come crashing down just a year ago, and everyone in his family still had yet to recover. If only Ellie would play with him again! Then maybe one thing would be right with the world again. He heaved a sad sigh, then commenced trotting away from his hideaway and back to the rest of the herd. People would start to worry if he didn't return soon. He paused to cast one last sorrowful glance at the stick, then laughed a little and continued on. "Sticks are definitely the way to go. They almost look like the sharks I saw!" He whinnied happily. The last time he had visited the City he had seen some sharp objects, which Michela later explained where a strange weapon the deceased humans has wielded in times of war. Makul decided to give them a name... Sharp Sticks. Therefore, shark was simply PERFECT.

Makul paused and swung his head to the right, curiously peering past a dying bush to make out two figures in the distance. He perked his ears, trying to catch some of the words that were being exchanged, and tiptoed a few steps closer. Was that... Arabella? And Coolar? Makul didn't know either one too well, but Key would mention the two every once an a while. It was only natural for her since she was acquainted with practically EVERYONE. The colt rolled his blue orbs at the irritating thought. He'd show her one day.

((Sorry for the late reply!!! ;u; and yeah don't worry, it looks pretty good. c: ))

Arabella smiled and gave him a little nod. “Nice to meet you, Cool Runnings.” She said, flicking her braided tail. “Your parents have beautiful names- Yours is pretty cool too!” The little filly added in a sweet tone. Since she was very little she had liked compounded names, she had even wished she could have one! But she knew how much her parents had liked her name, so she had to agree with them.

The little filly pointed at the pile of leaves, some of them were scattered all over the floor because of her sudden jump. “I’m training to become the best mage healer in Olde!” Arabella said proudly, she could feel the energy and excitement that the thought brought to her roaring in her fragile legs. “Right now I was thinking about practicing a bit, so when I become a rook I’ll have a lot of experience.” Arabella explained him with a giggle, giving also a bright smile. “I better pick up all of this; a mage healer must be very organized with its materials!” She added and went to pick up the leaves with an energetic pace some of them had landed close to where she was, and some had been carried a bit farther with the breeze, near to some dying bushes in the distance.
Arabella was so focused in picking up the leaves that she hadn’t noticed the presence of another horse close to where she was heading to. Instead of that, she kept talking to Cool Runnings. “What about you? Are you a healer or a knight or something?” Arabella asked the teenager horse with a kind smile, and some long leaves hanging on her mouth as she picked them up carefully, one by one.

(ooc:// Thanks so much! ;o;)

Makul was able to catch a word every now and then from the conversing equines. It wasn't until Arabella started walking his way could he infer what the conversation was about, and even then he had no idea. The youngster's ducked down in hopes that the bush hiding his identity. Although he was known for his bad eavesdropping habit, he didn't feel up to hearing an earful on how bad it truly was. 'Maybe if I just hide here for a while, they won't notice...' He thought to himself, staring hard at the ground. What was the ground made of? Dirt, sure, but what was the dirt made of... Broken unicorn horns? Or maybe seashells...? Hmmmm...

It wasn't until Coolar's voice reached his ears did the boy realize how stupid his plan had been. His head jerked up with a surprise whiny and, without a glance back to see who it was, he kicked up his heels and took off. He might have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for a large spider web. Makul eyes widened as he felt the sticky threads wrap themselves around his face. "AAH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" He shrieked, stopping in his tracks and dropping to his knees. He anxiously rubbed his face against the dirt until the web was completely gone and the white marking on his forehead was brown as the dirt. He thrashed his head back and forth, shivering as he did so, with the thought of a large, equine eating spider crawling along his body. Horrible. Gross. Disgusting. Just, bleh.

Makul braced himself and waited for the laughter to come. Numerous equines had claimed that her overreacted and maybe they were right. But as far as Mack was concerned, they were dead wrong. He gave his head one last shake and looked over at the older colt. He was definitely older than him, that was for sure, so then why was he hanging out with Arabella? Ellie and him only a couple years apart, but even her peers didn't always appreciate a foal tagging along. And what was up with eating bark? Makul wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was a very picky eater.

He just sat there and continued to size up the filly and teenager up. Well, that was until he started feeling weird about saying nothing, but not wanting to saying anything at all. This was... awkward? Yep, that was the word for it. Awkward. Where were your sisters when you needed them?

"Stupid spider web." Makul grumbled under his breath. He could have avoided this situation all together, but what was done was done. His gaze fell on Coolar, then traveled to the tree, then back to the colt. "Ummm... Hi." He finally mustered. Had the teenager asked him a question? He must of, but what was it?