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Posted on Jan 26 2018, 11:39 PM. (Edited: Jan 27 2018, 8:31 PM by Kashmir.)
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Kashmir was due any moment now. A new life was going to spring up from the earth, and it was going to happen soon. She could just feel it. All the little alarm bells were going off everywhere in and around her. The mare was lying down, just trying to get some rest, but Kash knew it would not be for long. She had never bore children before then, but she did not have to to understand what was going on. As she lay there though, she still possessed the feminine beauty and almost divine glow that came from carrying their child. Correction. She possessed the feminine beauty and almost divine glow that came from carrying HER child. Emphasis on the her part. 

Most women with a maternal instinct got that distinct aura about them when pregnant. Whether it was from the hormones surging through their bodies, or the intense desire to bring a child into the world, mothers just...had it. And while it took two to tango and make a child, Kashmir decided that the little growing cotton ball inside of her belonged to only her. For days on end, she had heard absolutely nothing from Gotham. He had left no trace behind, and Kash had not seen one flicker of his glimmering fur. After their night of intimacy, he had up and left her behind without so much as a goodbye, or even a kiss on the forehead. Maybe he really did not consider her wife material after all. Even after Kashmir had such high hopes that he would. But the striped female understood what she was getting into from the start. It was not like she was blindsided or naïve about how foals were made. And she honestly did not require or expect her so called “dog” to remain loyal to her. So the mare assumed all responsibility like a good mom would, and would stop at nothing to make sure the foal was cared for. Kashmir would move heaven and earth if she could.

Other females often blamed the innocent child as a result of their mistakes. They try to kill them to rid themselves of the memory and the shame. These actions often had twofold consequences, and would hurt them and their offspring as well. But Kashmir felt no shame, no regret for her foal. She complained sometimes when she could not sleep on her side comfortably, but that was the extent of it really. Eventually a sleeping position was always found, even if it was an atypical one. Kash could not stand on her hooves all day, and had to lean on a tree sometimes, but that was alright too. This was not a mistake; being with Gotham was a choice that she had willingly made and actually desired. That desire just blossomed into more than she originally accounted for. It was a thrilling sensation to feel a flutter of movement briefly tickling her insides. She almost welcomed the added weight, for it meant her foal was getting bigger. But that was a big almost.

What was bothering Kashmir was the fact that Gotham was not there to see all of this happen. As aforementioned, the mare did not hold high expectations of the titan-like stallion. She thought that their passion and devotion would not leave the garden. Heck, the dude got up somewhere in the middle of the night she guessed. He might have even found himself in the arms of another lady the same evening. It would be impossible for him to know that a foal resulted from their coitus weeks later. However, it still weighed heavy upon her that he was missing everything. The long and short of it was that she was happy this all went down, overjoyed even. She was only slightly saddened that her baby might never see its sire. He would remain an enigma in their mind, something that they would have to concoct when telling all their friends about him. This made Kashmir snort loudly, and she forced her eyes shut tightly. She rolled on her back, legs pulling in close near her chest. The mare had always been surrounded by her parents and sister before coming to Elysium. Was it too much to ask for their – her – little cotton ball baby as well? She honestly did not think so.

“It will be alright, Fuzzy,” Kashmir whispered aloud, hoping it could hear her. The baby already had several endearing nicknames, its permanent one coming a little later. “We will be okay, I will make sure that you have the best life possible, with or without...him. I already love you forever, my baby you always will be.” The Friesian Zebra felt a small wave a movement from one side of her body to the other. A tiny hoof scrubbed along the inner surface of her stomach. Though it had yet to make its appearance, the tiny little thing certainly had its way of getting its point across. It already spoke volumes without having to actually speak at all. Mother and child continued in this way for an hour or more beneath the night’s sky. Somewhere along the line, Kashmir and her bump had fallen asleep. Her breathing fell into an automatic rhythm, and all her muscles relaxed. The internal movement was no longer outwardly visible. Kash dreamed of different things, no two dreams being the same. It was a simple, shocking sneeze that set things in motion again.

The striped mare sneezed loudly and woke up instantly. It was the type of sneeze that alarms anyone within a hundred mile radius. It makes heads turn and ears perk up involuntarily. And that particular sneeze was of the projectile type as well. It came from nowhere, and surprised Kashmir more than she expected it to. What is more, the sneeze brought a visitor. Or more like a new permanent resident. When Kashmir sneezed, the mare’s honey colored eyes squeezed shut again. And when she opened them up, her baby lie at her heels. There was no painful, laborious process to go through. It was simply a sneeze and there she was. For the baby definitely was a filly.

For a moment, Kashmir could not move her limbs. Her gaze settled upon her foal’s form, and a smile spread the length of her lips. Kash and the cotton ball were just meeting for the first time, but she felt like she already knew her beautiful daughter. Her base coat was pure white, alabaster or ivory in nature. One the baby’s crown, upper forearms, and stifle down to her gaskin there were patches of black. Intermittent with the black spots were thick, luminescent blue stripes, lighting up the night. The same pattern crept along the filly’s right back fetlock. Her ears were mysterious bat-like. Kashmir could just sit and stare at her forever. But the mucus-like coating on the filly’s coat finally spurred Kashmir into getting up and grooming the lass as she should. Kash prided herself on a pristine coat, and would expect nothing less than the same for her offspring. In the meantime, it was mealtime for the filly.

Kashmir was elated with little Evalyn, as she would come to be known, which meant “desired.”


ooc - @Gotham City I wasna sure if he wanted to be here for the birth, but he can be if you want, Bail. Others are welcome too! Smile


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Posted on Jan 29 2018, 12:26 AM. (Edited: Jan 29 2018, 6:12 PM by jasper.)
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eye of newt and tongue of bat his mind sings merrily as each hoof treads a rhythm upon the hard rock of the lunar mountains, tapping out a whimsical song as he makes his way toward the peak's climax. casper slinks beside him, tail swaying to the beat of his hooves as he emits a low rumbling purr from the bottom of his chest. the lands of elysium were strange to him, so diverse in their landscapes and people yet not dedicated to magic and enchantment like his homeland was. as of late, though, the small man had felt a distant thrumming in the tips of his horns. it felt as if his magic might've been... coming back? 

he was happy here with the magic he had developed himself, manipulating herbs and natural substances to make his potions and poisons, but the return of his bloodborne magic would incite a feeling of utter completeness. what was a mage without his magic, after all, but a mere mortal?

the mountains were a fascination to him. so high, so at one with the clouds and the sky. a train of morbid thoughts occupied his mind though he did not associate them with the macabre and sinister like any sane creature would do. if one should fall from the peak of such a mountain like this they would surely fall to their death. he suspected it would be painful, too, but the death would bring with it a quiet solace, a passage into a new life and a new dimension. life could never truly end, merely enter new stages and wind through impossible phases. in reality, jasper believed everyone to be immortal. eternal, immortal, the words were the same though truth be told he preferred the former for it suggested legacy. immortal was directly linked with an inability to be killed, but the truth was not an inability - it is possible to die, only the death of the soul is impossible. 

he could never explain it to anyone else - his mind was a knot of fairylights and silver strings, pretty to look at but impossible to untangle. he lived in his own world and he knew it, but it was of no matter. he did not need others to understand the life he lived in order to make friends and share his strange, soft mysteries.

in the close distance, jasper heard the murmur of a female voice. gentle, like that of a doting mother, though he could make out no words. casper, however, had halted the dreamy swaying of his tail and now held the furry appendage high as his back arched and his ears twitched. he had sensed something that his equine companion hadn't, but his reaction served to alert jasper just as well. he lifted his head to watch as far over the rocks as he could, quickening his pace towards the woman but maintaining the whimsical rhythm of his footsteps. he reached the site of the voice and saw a striped mare nursing her peculiar foal - alabaster and striped like her, but in a chimera-like fashion and the stripes were not black and white but onyx and glowing cyan. he could only assume the father was at fault for such unique colouration.

she was alone, and jasper assumed she had been during the birthing, though this foal looked as if it had spent but a mere hour in this world. he looked upon the foal with kind eyes as the maine coon kitten went to coil around the legs of the mother, putting an unreasonable amount of faith in her to not bat him away. "she is out of a fairytale," he mused, the irish lilt in his voice soft and ethereal, "congratulations,"
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Posted on Jan 30 2018, 11:36 PM.
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The best description of Kashmir’s mood as she stood on the mountain was absolutely content. She had gone through an otherwise wretched process without a hint of pain. Not that having a child in and of itself was bad, she loved her baby so much already; it was the physical aspect that took its toll on new mothers. Somehow, and some way, she was able to avoid that mess, and do it without any complications at all. The solid, splotchy and striped foal was considered an angel in her sight; she could probably get away with just about anything at that point. When the foal-like cuteness wore off, maybe not so much, but she was still the apple of Kashmir’s eye. And she more than likely always would be no matter whom else came into the mare’s life. Those were just the straight up facts, and they made her smile happily to think about. 

After feeding and grooming her child thoroughly, Kashmir set about filling her own stomach. She nibbled at the tasty tendrils nearby, chewing lazily. Her velvet-like muzzle grazed against the ground, snuffing experimentally before picking up greenery here and there. Every so often she moved a few steps, only to repeat the process. Graze, sniff, and then eat. Graze, sniff, and then eat. It was just a simple routine one that occupied her time, satiated her hunger, and allowed Evalyn to follow along easily doing the same. Kashmir decided to eat her fill, and then head back home afterwards. The Lunar Mountains were a great hideaway for a moment, but they could not stay there forever. This was not where they permanently belonged. Just a little bit more time would be spent there, and then they would be on their merry ways. They would go back to reality and all that it had to offer them, whatever that meant.  

However, somewhere along the line, they were joined by another pair of beings. And that would put a momentary halt to their plans. It was funny how things worked that way with planning plans; they usually always fell through. Often times it was better to go with the flow, and then there would not be disappointment. Going with the flow meant flexibility and adaptability to different situations. Thankfully, in this case, the plans were tentative, and were not so detrimental when broken. Kashmir heard the equine and feline duo before spotting them. She heard the tap tapping of hooves in a specific manner. It was too calculated to be just anything accidental bumping against something else. It would have been ignored had that been the situation. Kash’s golden gaze flickered to the spot from where she thought they would approach from, and she positioned herself at the ready. A gentle nudge to her filly silently motioned Evalyn to stand behind her mother. The maternal instinct was strong from minute one. Perhaps it was strong even before Kashmir recognized it. The mare always cared for others other than herself. That was just in her nature, and the way that she was created to be. That and just a little touch of crazy and seduction were thrown in, ironic as that was.

What - or better yet who - then appeared in Kashmir’s line of vision did not startle her; otherwise she probably would have jumped out in an attack. That was not the best way to end their time on the peaks. But that did not mean that she was careless. Being careless was what caused danger, and she was a mother now. The last time that she met with another horse, she ended up in the current position she was in. It actually was a good position though, one that she actually took delight in. But that might not always be the case. Kashmir and Evalyn were eventually met with the pair of companions. She did not know where the cat had come from, and that intrigued her a bit. It was not that often that she laid eyes on one. This actually might be the first time for a cat of that breed. They usually were always a great deal larger with bigger teeth.
 
For the briefest of moments, Kashmir lowered her head slightly in skepticism, eyeballing the graphite looking stallion carefully. The mare was ever diligent and protective, as she should be. But her skepticism was thrown out of the window thereafter. Her head lifted again and she could breathe slightly easier. The small kitten curling itself around her hooves put her mind at ease initially. Surely someone with a companion like this could not be too vicious in character, right? They had to at least have an ounce of humanity in order to bond with someone else like that. If his intentions were malicious at all, that would have surprised Kash greatly. So Kashmir let the cat stay at her hooves, not minding his presence at all. She probably would not being going anywhere any time soon.

The assumption that the stallion and his friend were at least a little kind was confirmed thereafter.  He complimented Evalyn, and that made Kashmir beam proudly. A full smile graced her lips as she glanced at the stallion. And she smiled even more so because his accent was so unique. Kash had heard several different dialects throughout her many travels. But to come across this one was rare. The Friesian Zebra still remained in front of the filly, but she spoke with the onyx colored stallion, bedazzled with lights. Her tone of speaking was friendly and amiable. “Thank you,” Kashmir said “She is certainly a princess to me. You have quite a nice friend here too I see.”

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she was so pretty, so unusual, that jasper could not help himself but trace with his duo-chrome spheres the outline of every black stripe that painted her back. he was so caught up in doing so that her words barely registered in his head. for a moment his eyes seemed glazed and despondent though the soft mewing of casper, having returned to sit at his feet, brought him back to reality. he gave a brief shake of his head, soft smile tracing his ashen maw as his long tresses shimmered behind him, and nudged the furry cat gently with his left knee to signal his appreciation. 

the woman didn't seem startled by him, though that was reasonably characteristic from those he approached to speak to. he often gave himself away far earlier than most, characterized often by music of some sort. whether it was simple hoof tapping, like today, or humming, whistling, even singing was not infrequent. it's not that music was a particular interest of the mage's, though when his mind was not occupied by thoughts of enchantment it was taken up by idle melodies. this was more thanks to his wandering thoughts and dreamy attention span than any particular musical inclination. at least he was not tone deaf.

once again, casper left his heels but this time made his way for the newborn fae who stood behind her mother. the cat was gentler than he was with the mare - though even then his approach was soft and quiet - for he recognized at least that the filly may be anxious to see a strange new creature so soon. the cat was just as whimsical and sleepy as his companion, but neither of them were stupid. the maine coon paused at the chimera filly's front legs, looking up at her delicate face with wide eyes and an inquisitive look on his features. his tail pointed upwards, swaying just slightly against the girl's long limb as he mewed quietly and then began to purr. jasper was only half watching his feline friend: he was mostly studying the reaction of the new mother. he wouldn't have wanted casper to make her uneasy or anxious, though he knew the cat would do no harm.

he nodded at her gratitude, though the gesture took a little while than it should've given his daydreaming somewhat inhibited his reaction times. he brandished a warm smile as she complimented his companion - there were few better ways to his heart than through casper. "forgive me," he glanced to the cat again, a bubbly giggle bouncing between himself and the zebra mare. "this is casper, he likes to make friends.." and the cat emitted a happy, high pitched mew in response.

he returned his gaze to the filly, watching her with awe. he was fascinated by life and death - while he believed that death was a transition rather than an end, he knew that birth was the beginning and that this filly truly was at the start of her life. without breaking his awestruck gaze, he spoke in a soft tone, almost a whisper, "is she named?" the irish accent was even softer than before.
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Posted on Feb 01 2018, 7:36 AM. (Edited: Feb 01 2018, 7:38 AM by Kashmir.)
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Kashmir was slightly confused by the way that the man was staring at her. She never had anyone stare at her in this way, and it made her want to fuss over her appearance. The mare had only gotten strange looks in the past or even predatory ones. Never in her life did she experience this kind, albeit disjointed, type before. Did she have something weird going on with her? Was there some kind of filthy residue on her face from the grooming? That certainly would be an embarrassment, and a fine way to start out their conversation. Anything messing up her coat was not to be tolerated. Anyone and everyone who had come into contact with Kashmir for any amount of time knew that much about her. She made a quick motion of brushing her muzzle against her shoulder just in case, before returning the smile back at Jasper and his kitten. Just because she had acquired the mom title did not mean she had to let herself go already. Sweatpants and muumuus were not, I repeat not, becoming on most. Kashmir would not allow herself to fall into that trap, especially in front of someone like him. Why his view of her was so important so soon, she could not fathom, but it was. Perhaps it was because they were new acquaintances, and Kash only had one first impression to make. Or maybe it was just a whole other matter altogether. This warranted an internal shrug of indecision; she did not know, so she could not say for sure.

Evalyn was hiding partially behind Kashmir, only one golden eye peeking out from within her mother’s tail fur. She took a single step back to get a better look at the kitten, tiny nostrils flaring once or twice to smell him. The inquisitive look that Casper had on his face was reciprocated on the pony’s features. Her eyes were round as marbles, as she stared in wonderment at him. He obviously was not a horse, but what was he? He had four legs, but a different snout, ears, and tail. So, again, what was he? That was what Evalyn could not put together, but he was a new friend for them, and that was enough for now. Kashmir would explain it later what different species were, and how exactly they differed from horses. The filly tried to purr like Casper did, but it only came out as a little tongue raspberry. Kash looked at her baby, then at the cat, and finally at Jasper with a smile. Moments like this were special to her, and were chronicled in her memories forever. She was thoroughly enjoying herself in the trio’s company. If the opposite were true, it would be easy to get rid of any and all evidence. But that certainly was not the case here. It was all smiles and sunshine. Perhaps it was a good idea to venture up here after all.

When Jasper introduced Casper to them, the filly said her first word. And she kept repeating it over and over again. It was foreign on her tongue, but became clearer and clearer with each time. Evalyn pranced around the small group, tripping once, and corkscrewing on her bum. Somehow she managed to stay upright though, and smiled happily. There was little more than gums in her mouth, and it was a gummy smile. Her baby teeth would take a few days to emerge. “Caaspurrr...Caaspurrr…Casperrr. Casper!” Kashmir gently nudged Evalyn encouraging her to speak more. It was clear from that moment that she was going to be an outgoing girl like her parents. Whether or not she would get the sassiness or the slyness of their temperaments remained to be seen though. For the moment, the sweet side that every newborn possessed overruled everything. Hopefully some parts of that would remain even into adulthood and beyond. That would do Evalyn a world of good in the long run.  

“My apologies as well, my manners seemed to have evaded me momentarily. This is Evalyn. She also goes by Cotton Ball, Fuzzy, or Batman, depending on the situation. It is just whatever she feels like responding to at this point.” Kashmir’s tone was overall normal and light, but it also held a note of something deeper as well, especially as she spoke the last nickname aloud. Evalyn’s general figure favored her mother’s, for it was very feminine and lean. Her coat coloration also mimicked the Friesian Zebra’s in its own way. It had been a little rearranged, though still Kash’s through and through. But those striking stripes of blue and overly tall stature made Kashmir remember where the other half of Evalyn’s DNA came from. The filly was going to be a leggy and tall woman, there was no denying that. It would take a few years to grow into her full height, and might be equivalent to walking on stilts for a while. Once she did though, all bets were off of the table. An inevitable powerful grace would suit her well. The mare had to change the subject quickly or else it would take hold of her thoughts altogether. The onyx man and his companion made the mood light and carefree with his dancing and attractive accent; Kashmir wanted it to stay that way. She let Evalyn attempt to play with Casper as long as she was careful and minded her steps. In the meantime, she went about introducing herself.

“They call me Kashmir, can I get your name as well?”

ooc - @jasper <3 The cuteness is real!


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the interaction was a peculiar one: a conversation between old friends yet a first meeting between two (or rather, four) strangers at the same time. there was something distinctly warm and comfortable hovering in the space that separated jasper from kashmir, and it wasn't just the two sweet and innocent fuzzy creatures they'd left to inspect each other as the adults spoke. 

though, jasper was hardly an adult himself. he was barely grown into his spindly legs and stood only an inch taller than a pony. his body was gangly and foal-like, though the mage was not likely to grow into it any more. his ears were just a touch too big for his crown and his gait was not always as elegant as his sleek black coat. even his sleek black coat grew downy and soft with warm fur in the winter months. his mannerisms were not childlike, though they weren't quite akin to adult characteristics either. he was a man of his own making - odd and ethereal, not often understood by those he met on his travels. kashmir seemed to accept his strange behaviour and take it on board with less questions than most, and this at least was something he appreciated. not that he often picked up on the differences in the way others received him, but still.

he batted his tail with an idle smile occupying his features. his eyes flicked from one focal point to another, watching flocks of birds fly in formation over his head, the wind as it danced with the branches of a distant tree, the faraway cloud of fluff as it rained a white mist upon the jagged peaks in the horizon. his ears flitted with each jerk of his sight, and had he been capable some element of his magic would've followed. it was difficult to quite pinpoint the talents of his enchantments, for they were mostly all-encompassing. he was particularly gifted with telling fortunes, casting charms and protection spells, and some of the subtleties of mind control and mindreading. these skills were commonly accompanied by telekinesis and a general affinity with plantlife, but he was by no means the most powerful warlock of his people. in fact he was rather one of the weakest - while what he could practice was accurate and reliable, his talents were not wide enough spread for the boy to be considered important in his herd, or even family. 

on entering elysium, though, his magic had been stripped. he was content with what he had though there was a hole where the magic used to thrive, and it yearned to be filled once again. perhaps it soon would be, but for now he would cope without his title characteristics.

he looked over the filly, Evalyn, with a twinkle in his one black eye - the blue being too pale to see any emotional change. he did not smile, but his face was nonetheless a picture of fascination as the foal folded her tongue over his companion's name, repeating it over and over with a funny vibrating "r" until it finally came out with an excited hiccup. Casper wrapped himself around her legs, purring louder as she spoke his name, recognising the honour that came with being her first word. "batman," he rolled the word in his mouth with a questioning lilt "why batman, lady stripes?" the longer he stood with the woman and her child, the easier his peculiar riddled speech was slipping from his tongue. it was not often he would speak in a manner most would call "ordinary", though for some reason the presence of the young one caused him initially to hold back. it was never meant in malice, oh never, it was merely the way his mind thought of things first. 

by now his mind was swamped with riddles of magic and mystery, and the man had to bite his tongue to keep them from spilling out. his ears rang quietly with strange songs playing round and round, overlapping itself with dischordant harmonies and twisted lyrics, but he willed himself to ignore them and fixed his attention on the mare who now named herself after a soft silk.

"jasper," he tapped his front left hoof once, twice, and casper returned slowly to sit at his heels.

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The group of four was all smiles and sprinkles initially in their conversation. But Kashmir just had to open her mouth about Evalyn’s other silly names, and that prompted a slightly sour taste in her mouth. The question posed by Jasper accidently made her stop short a bit. Kashmir’s eyes drifted to the skies, wondering why she had even chose to keep the nickname Batman in the first place. She had so many others, and could formulate a new one at any time. However, the mare just could not bring herself to drop the name entirely. There is a saying out there, that the only reason people hang on to things, and adamantly refuse to let them go, is because they still have hope for something. Perhaps that was the whole thing going on with Kashmir. There was still hope for Gotham that he would return, heaven knows why. He was a master magician at hiding out apparently. He was right there one moment, and then poof! he was gone. Gotham City was out of sight, but not out of mind. In her eyes, that made him seem almost cowardly. But, Kashmir would not admit any of that to herself, or to others, aloud. That was an involuntary response to her feelings. They were feelings that she did not even know that she actually possessed until then too.

Kashmir’s golden eyes returned to Jasper, and a slightly exasperated sigh came from her lips. “The name comes from Evalyn’s…father figure, if you will. I would not call him her dad. He has not even seen or heard of her at all to my knowledge. We obviously parted ways before she was born. The nickname Batman reminds me of him through her. That is why it stuck I suppose,” the mare said. Kash did not even know why she allowed this emotion to wash over her in this way. She honestly had no love for the glowing man, they consented to a night together, and that was all. The discussion of marriage came up, however, and was dropped like a hat. She was not the one for him as he was not the one for her it seemed. But Kash at least wanted her daughter to know the other half of her lineage. That was really why she was feeling the way she was it appeared. It was not for her own sake, but for the little blue striped foal that was her baby. That had to be it. There was no affection for the behemoth male, only the physical attraction, and the part he played in their daughter’s conception. They had come together out of lust and passion, not the true fairy tale ending that Kash so desired. There were still no regrets about doing what they had done, but hopes for the future.

The nickname at the slate stallion came up for Kash made her mood brighten back up again a bit. Lady stripes. That was a new one for her, and she snorted good naturedly in slight amusement. The mare would not allow anyone to keep her down for long. She always picked herself up, dusted herself off, and proudly walked on, her coat shiny as a silver dollar. “Well now, Lady Stripes says is it very nice to meet you sir Jasper of O Maol Aodha,” she said, her smile finally returning. The familiar spark of happiness dappled her honey colored eyes. This was an occasion to sing, dance, and celebrate, not fuss over what could have been or could potentially be. And that was exactly what the mare intended to do. She wanted it to be a special day, this bringing another life into the world. All of that other mess could be saved for another day, and another time.

“So you know what brought me to the top of the mountain,” Kashmir said, eyeballing the filly playfully, “It looked like a safe place to birth Evalyn of course. Most other places seemed to distracting and loud. But what brought you both here? Come for a nice jig and the mountainous acoustics maybe? I do not believe that any herds reside up here at all, so that cannot be the reason, certainly. Although I did happen to notice the tippity tap of rhythmic music before I saw you guys. I am always down for a good dance. Though if it is for private matters you do not wish me to know, then do keep them to yourself,” Kash did a little dance as she spoke before tossing a wondering glance at the horse and cat. The look from her mother made Evalyn smile gently at her, and then she looked at the pair curiously as well. It did not seem like this was a place for everyday visits. The road to the top was shifty underfoot, and did not seem worth the climb for nothing.  If Jasper decided not to tell them, then that was fine. Kashmir just wanted to know why a man and his companion would make such a journey. Surely there were several other places to explore out there in Elysium, but this one was open as well. For all Kashmir knew, they came up here for peace, solitude, and quiet, and gotten something different. But it was up to the stallion as to whether he wanted to tell her the reason or not.      

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Posted on Feb 10 2018, 4:46 PM. (Edited: Feb 16 2018, 1:55 PM by jasper.)
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something had changed.

the mage was unsure whether it was something he had said or something else entirely that caused an apparent sour taste in the mare's mouth. he fixed his gaze on his cat, instead, as he attempted to avoid any unpleasantries he might've invoked in the zebra-striped creature. he would've hated to think that he was the cause of any upset or discomfort in the situation thoguh struggled to realise it might've been anyone but him. as a result, he kept his head bowed respectfully, eyes trained on casper, 'til the mare spoke again. 

he swatted his tail idly as he listened, curious as to the adventures of the mare and somewhat - incredibly - relieved to hear that the upset was not of his doing. he offered an apologetic, or was it sympathetic? smile, and pondered for a moment what it might've been that lead to the sad landmark of her life. he nodded once, once again, and once more for luck, and replied in a quietly understanding melody, "perhaps he will find her some day. if he does not know of her existence, that may be the only reason he has not seen her."

true, he was too naive. had he known anything of the situation he might not have offered the same solution. then again, he probably would've. the diviner was too optimistic, too genuinely hopeful to entertain the possibility of any endings that were not happy and fairytale. after all, when he did not believe in the ultimate ending of death, what more of a tragedy could he possibly believe in? he hoped the mare was at least happy enough with the new treasure she had gained through the unsavoury experience. life was the greatest treasure of all and her child, evalyn, would be lucky to call the stripey woman her mother. he flitted his gaze for a moment between the two other equines, appreciating the similarities between them and wondering what beast could've caused the peculiar glow and cyan markings in the child. 

he smiled in return to kashmir's own, an innocent gesture demonstrating his content at the way his silly nickname had been received. 

"Forgive me," his voice was quiet and honeyed, a little embarrassed and anxious to be correcting a stranger so new to his conversation. "ó maol aodha is just fine. the 'of' is an unnecessary formality." he dipped his head a little lower to the ground, annoyed he had not made it clearer when he introduced himself. It was true, he was of the magical house of ó maol aodha, however his surname lacked the 'of' itself. confusing. magic and magicians are confusing.

he grinned in response to the short interaction between mother and child, swirling his ears between kashmir's speech and the sounds that surrounded the rest of the mountain. "I like to wander," he professed, for there was little more reason to his trespassing over the mountains at this hour. "Relatively new of a citizen, I am," casper mewed, irritated to have been left out of the explanation, "as is casper. it seems an appropriate place for rituals," the last phrase escaped his mouth without a second thought, not quite realising the ambiguity of his response might provoke the mare to jump to conclusions on his hobbies and unofficial profession. 
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Posted on Feb 15 2018, 3:04 AM.
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Jasper’s explanation in response to Kashmir’s Batman nickname faux pas made sense. The fact that Gotham simply did not know of Evalyn proved reasonable and likely to Kashmir. He obviously was not a mind reader as far as the mare knew, so how could he have known about his daughter at all? They still could meet in the future; it was logical and plausible at that. But it sort of seemed like the stallion was actually hiding away from Kashmir and their new offspring. If he would have taken the time to hang around a little longer, then Kashmir’s pregnancy and Evalyn would have been made known to him. The night hours of that fateful evening were adequate concealment apparently, even for a man of his stature and size. Maybe Gotham City could disappear into thin air, and what a showstopper that would be to experience. Here one day and gone another he was. “I think that you are right about that, Jasper,” the Friesian Zebra said, “Oh, well. It is one of those ‘wait and see what happens later on’ kind of deals. Evalyn is too little to even know what is going on right now anyways. All she has to do is grow up and be happy, and that is all I can ask for. No sense worrying about what has yet to happen, if it even does.”

Kashmir’s furred brow rose a bit in curiosity in light of what happened next. She was jesting with him about his name, but it seemed to make him shy for a moment as he explained it further to her. Not wanting to make it any more difficult, or make the man any shier, Kash accepted it easily. She also took the matter with all seriousness and attempted to remedy the situation as best she could. The last thing that she wanted to do was make a major mistake and make someone else flee from her. There was enough of that running business going on with her already for centuries to come. “I understand now, my apologies” she said “Message received loud and clear. O Maol Aodha it is then.” If they could get past that point of conversation without any more offense on her part then Kashmir would not be ungrateful.  

The next part of their tête-à-tête proved somewhat interesting and simple to the striped woman at the same time. So his little rendezvous up the mountain was all about traveling? Fair enough. There were plenty of rocky crags, cliffs, and crannies to explore up in the mountains. A horse could walk for days on end without even beginning to ascend the base, nonetheless the top of the peaks. Kashmir herself was more of a homebody, preferring to stay put in one location and call it good. Her own company had been the best company before her daughter appeared on the scene. Roving here and there was not on her so-called “bucket list.” However, there had to be allowances for differences in temperament and other things. Or, put in other terms, there were different strokes for different folks. Kash was pleased to learn a little bit more about the stallion, and that there was not sensitive information to be withheld. She hoped that, in time, openness like this could allow them to be friends of some sort. They seemed amiable enough with each other so far to do so. The mare could not say for sure, but there was at least the hint of a chance. And the mare did not know that she liked cats at all, but Casper was changing her mind in that way. The little ball of fluff seemed like a loyal companion and friend. Besides that, anyone who could get along with the blue striped filly that Kashmir cared for so much was alright in her book. A daughter like Evalyn came around once in a lifetime, and was the light of her mother’s life. So, anyone who could echo that sentiment a bit was worthy of friendship.

What was not so simple yet still interesting was the ritual part of what Jasper began talking about. Kashmir did not want to make assumptions, but the word ritual often had negative connotations in and of itself. That word was out of the ordinary for most horses and outside the realm of normalcy. It took out of the box horses to partake in them stereotypically. That was not necessarily a bad thing, but it was admittedly a little…strange. So instead of causing an uproar about it, Kash decided to learn more about Jasper’s craft first. If something really was not matching up, then the appropriate actions could taken. But the mare doubted anything major would occur; she trusted the stallion up to that point. It was like their aforementioned conversation about the whole Batman aspect. It was a “wait and see” thing, and that was okay. The hybrid woman did not want to prematurely panic when there was nothing to panic about. Evalyn decided to lie on the ground, curling into a sleepy ball while Kash further discussed the topic at hand. Before long, the filly was breathing evenly, and drifting into dream land. It had been an eventful day for her to say the very least. Birthdays were eventful.

“So you do rituals in places like these?” the mare questioned “What kind are you interested in?”  

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At least the mare seemed accepting of his suggested compromise for the filly's father. He was not one to fancy placing individual blame on people and whether that made him naive or stupid is something he was ignorant to. Everyone deserved second, third, fourth chances and this man seemed to be no exception - even if he might have no place to say so in never having met him. He admired the sense of optimism that Kashmir spoke with, though. She put the needs of her child before the presence of the father and that was particularly admirable. Jasper himself had grown up in a closeknit family, choosing only to leave to further his experiences and research, but he wished to eventually return home to visit his loved ones. As such, he couldn't relate to the experience of a child growing up in a broken family. Broken was such a hard word, however - with a mother such as this stripey mare before him, Jasper imagined the girl would grow up perfectly happy.

If his onyx cheeks could've turned blush with embarrassment it is certain they would've when the woman responded to his correction. He hated to appear the superior or dominant in a situation and he was getting the feeling he had made himself into just that. He dipped his head so low to the ground he could feel the dust and debris of the mountains tickling the innards of his nostrils, "It is honestly no worry, ma'am," he injected the formality in as to redefine the situation between them, "Very sorry." he inhaled too sharply as he finished slipping the last word over his tongue, and found the dust tickling the back of his nose. Small black body jumped ever so slightly as a soft squeaking sneeze flared from his maw and sent a tiny cloud of debris billowing gently outwards. He could not help a chuckle as the cat at his feet rolled forwards with irritation and jumped onto his rump as to avoid the particles of grime getting into his thick fur.

She expressed now an interest in his rituals, and this was a question the mage was unsure on how to answer. He watched the filly as she curled into a ball of fuzz and began to sleep with a soft smile on his face, before lifting his gaze to the skies and entertaining for a moment the wishes for attention sent down to him by the sun. He squinted against its pale winter light and focussed momentarily on the erratic rhythm of his breathing. A long, wistful sigh followed as he redirected his gaze to the woman and his attention to the question.

"What kind am I not interested in?" he mused in return, unsure of what answer she expected to the question.

"What kind are you interested in?" she had expressed no interest in magic herself but surely everyone had an enchantment they would invest time into for the sake of amusement. Besides, it was not really a question he expected an answer to. More a rhetorical asking, one that expressed his own confusion in how to answer. The stars shrieked at him from their invisible perches in the daylight sky, willing him not to reveal any more information of the power they had instilled in him. The Magic Circle was a thing of mythology but still there were secrets he had sworn to keep.

"Nothing of evil kind," he nodded, reassuring the mare that his intentions were always well-meant, "and yet... everything of every kind." oh, but he did like to speak in riddles.
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Posted on Feb 17 2018, 3:35 PM. (Edited: Feb 17 2018, 3:35 PM by Kashmir.)
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Similar to what Jasper had experienced had lived in a loving, tight knit family. She always had had their support and love. Remington and Vashti, her parents, encouraged her to be the best horse that she could be. They raised her with morals and values that stuck with the mare her entire life up to that point. The knowledge that they bestowed upon her would never leave her. Kash was in no way, shape, or form perfect, but the love she had gotten pointed her in the right direction. There might have been a little deviation here and there, but still. Her core was made up of good intentions. At times she failed, but she would always try. And after she tried, she would do better. Kavati, Kashmir’s younger sister, had been raised in the same manner, and they would always be close sisters. It had been a while since she had been to see them, and Kash wanted to go back and visit them too someday. But until that day came, she could only live in the present. That was the best rule of thumb; otherwise she would go running back that very minute. Elysium would be left in the dark, and just a distant memory thereafter. The birth of her daughter had changed her life in so many ways already. The mare had to look out for someone else other than herself now. She had to raise her own daughter to the best of her ability. Then when Evalyn got old enough, Kashmir was going to have to watch her be the light in someone else’s life. Thinking of the road ahead was slightly daunting, but no doubt rewarding. Maybe one day her parents would see their granddaughter and her sister her niece. What an experience that would be, in more ways than one.

“It is alright Jasper, there is no harm done from either of us it appea-" Kashmir began to say before a sneeze racked the slate stallion’s body. It was a day for sneezes apparently, as Kash herself had Evalyn that way, and the man issued his apology similarly as well. The irony of the situation also made the mare laugh, for it seemed like Jasper had been temporarily rocketed from the ground, much to his feline friend’s displeasure. The Friesian Zebra made no move to escape the dust, just as long as it did not dapple her coat. That would make it a day for sneezes and grooming for the mare did not like the dirt and grime on her. Seeing as it did not touch her much, Kashmir had no qualms about it, and found the scenario funny indeed. In the meantime, her child remained sleeping idly near her hooves, unbothered by the things going on around her. Evalyn trusted that the three beings nearby would cause her no harm, and the patient side of her personality was clear. They could chit chat for a bit, and she would sleep, easy enough. From day one and hour one, Eva was already progressing and making waves in the world.

From there the subject turned to rituals and a few things about them. Kashmir herself had not really participated in any, there was no need to, and so the logistics of them went over her head. But she was interested in what specifically made Jasper tick, and decided to give it a listen. There were rituals for this, that, and the other the mare assumed. That is what she pictured in her mind at least. Kash knew of some tribes doing rain dances, harvest songs, and the like, though it was different for everyone. The first questioned Jasper answered her question with was obviously meant to be stylistic, so the mare gave a face of uncertainty. If he did not have any that he did not like, did that mean he liked them all? Surely that was impossible there were far too many; but maybe the stallion just did not have a favorite among those he did? Kashmir honestly did not know, and had to delve deeper into what he meant. Something like a venn diagram might have been useful in a situation like this, but alas, the mare did not have one. She also did not have the hands or markers to draw one. Maybe a stick would work, but by then the moment had passed.

The next question was posed to her, and Kashmir had to think on it a bit. What did she take interest in? Perhaps it was learning about others, and the social aspects that came with living. She liked being out in the sunshine, running around, and kicking her heels up. After pondering it bit more, the mare said as much. “I like conversing with others, seeing how their mind works, and what their perspective is on things. But also, when I get down time, I like just racing the sun until I cannot anymore. I like feeling free to romp around and let go of any and all inhibitions. Would you call those rituals though? That seems like it is more like hobbies or pastimes rather than ritualistic matters to me,” Kash stated. The hybrid mare never did any blood sacrifices or anything like that. While others in Elysium believed in the firstborns and whatnot, Kashmir did not even acknowledge their presences. That was all fables and fairytales to her.

Moving along in the conversation, Jasper spoke of mysterious things and backwards phrases. His words were separate, but at the same time, at the very roots, intertwined. Kashmir tried to interpret his meaning the best she could, without twisting it into her own words. “So what you are saying is that your interests are in the general category of rituals. But actually you would not use them against someone else in the same turn? Am I understanding you properly in this? Yes? It was intriguing to try and dissect the all-inclusive yet exclusive manner that this was taking.        

ooc - @jasper Weird isn't always bad. ^^




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