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It was the first time in her life that Evalyn had been out entirely on her own somewhere. Since the very first seconds of her life, she had always hung tight with her mother, Kashmir. But, time seemed to progress faster than she honestly expected. Before she knew it, she was already two years old. At that age, she had gained some independence, and was ready to explore things for herself. So that is how the young girl ended up in the Immortal Gardens. It sounded like a peaceful place to venture into without any problems. The moment she stepped a hoof into the territory, she inhaled deeply, folding her ears back on her head. When she let the breath out, she was content venturing further. There were no steep hills to climb like in the Lunar Mountains, no water features to paddle through, or anything of the sort. It was only a simple, open field of pleasant smelling flowers. Little did Evalyn know, this is where things all began for her. She was far too young to know what went on before she got there, but they did happen.

The Immortal Gardens was where Kashmir and Gotham City had met and had their first and only rendezvous. From that point on, the two of them had been separated. Kashmir ended up watching Gotham through a mask quite a distance away. For Evalyn, there was an unavoidable draw to this place, for one reason or another. Instead of trying to figure out why though, the yearling went on about her business. Exploration and discovery were her only goals in the matter, and she was completely fine with that. Better not to ask questions that need not be asked, or those that really have no answer. Evalyn’s personality dictated that she was a naturally curious equine, and the only way to satiate that curiosity was to be curious. The young lady’s golden eyes were wide with expectation and child-like wonder. That was something that she probably never would lose, even into her adult years. Kashmir and Evalyn were alike in that way, they were always up to something, always doing something. However, Evalyn’s mother was much more stationary than her daughter, and chose one place to stay over the others. Evalyn, on the other hand, felt that the world was new and bright, just hers for the taking. And she was taking it.

Evalyn walked into the gardens, sniffing at various things, trying various flowers, and feeling different things. She noticed how soft the grass felt beneath her hooves, how the flowers’ scents permeated the air, and how excited she was to see them. The girl’s blue tinted stripes seemed to light up more than usual, the more that Evalyn got to see out there. She was not for sure that that is what they were doing, but it sure seemed like it. She would need a second opinion on that when she talked to someone. Evalyn committed that question to memory to ask her mother later: did her stripes get more vibrant with emotion, or did they not? A gentle shrug of her shoulders was all that could be said for the moment. Her mother was off doing whatever it was that her mother did in her free time. There were rumors that she was interested in them even joining a herd, but she would figure that out later.    

And with that, it was time to play. Not only was Evalyn a curious lot, but she also was a fun-loving one. She trotted about the field a bit, tossing her multicolored mane to and fro. A snort of pleasure evaporated from her nostrils, and her ears pricked forward on her head. Evalyn’s tail whipped behind her carelessly, cracking against her hind legs, before she ended up on the ground. She wiggled around in the grass, her heels kicking up in the air for no real reason. It was purely for the entertainment value of it all really. One could say that the girl was easily amused, but that was not always such a bad thing apparently. If one was comfortable enough with themselves in their own skin, the no one else could tell them otherwise. A light giggle of delight gurgled up from Evalyn’s mouth, going heavenward towards the sky. It was the kind of laugh that carried quite a distance, and had a lasting effect on others. Too bad no one else was around at the time to hear it. Eventually those pertinent enough in Evalyn’s life would hear it, and probably would not be able to escape it after that. It was a laugh of joy, mirth, and freedom coming from a yearling that had not a care in the world.

After doing her little grass dance, the girl rolled over, and made it to her hooves again. She shook off her coat, scattering the grassy tendrils that clung to it. Despite getting dirty for a moment, she was always taught to be clean as a rule of thumb. After playtime was over, then she wanted to be cleanly and pristine as possible. One by one she plucked the individual soft grass pieces from her alabaster base coat. Evalyn started a little song corresponding with her plucking. “One little, two little, three little grass piece. Four little, five little, six little grass piece. Seven little, eight little, nine little grass piece. Ten little grass pieces in a row,” she sang. Evalyn was already shaping up to be a big horse, though not exactly behemoth sized. She was taller than most of those in her lineage on Kashmir’s side, for none of them reached over 16.2 hands to her knowledge.  Now on Gotham’s side, that might be an entirely different scenario. But Evalyn did not even know his name, nonetheless any others on that side or their heights. He was a mystery in her mind, something that she would have to concoct if ever asked. There were no friends to tell in that moment though, so she was alright. Her imagination did not have to wander too far, though gathering friends would be nice.

ooc - Symkaria Siblings anyone? c:


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Posted on Apr 04 2018, 8:00 PM. (Edited: Apr 04 2018, 8:01 PM by Symkaria.)
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symkaria

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Born but barely a week ago, the stallion thought it rather ridiculous of himself to have not yet explored every crack and crevice Elysium had to offer. He knew as much of the Creation Pool as he wanted to - mostly that it was where he had been "birthed" and where he'd first met both parents, leaving shortly after his arrival to let them bicker alone where he could not hear or become irritated by the incessant sarcasm. He hadn't wanted to know much else about that place.

The Pale, though, he already knew that cold and uninhabitable landscape would hold many a precious memory for him. It was where he'd first ventured upon leaving his parentage, and where he'd met properly his first friend. Friend... acquaintance? He had to admit, he was not happy with either title. Nevertheless, Lyra was the wonderful mare he'd bumped into on that night, who had proceeded to teach him about the stars and join him in keeping each other warm, cuddled up into a cave constructed of ice. Though they had spoken all the way through the night, shivering and shuddering, Symkaria believed the night never would've lasted long enough. He missed her already, her warm laugh and kind eyes, her painted head and glowing halo about those 3 perfect, shiny horns.

Oh god, a week old into being 4 years of age (how does that even work?) and he was already a lovesick puppy. For heaven's sake.

Having refused thus far to set foot into his father's Kingdom, Symkaria still knew little of Elysium and its territories. The most he knew was of the 5 herds, one of which being Crucis, which he was Prince, or Heir, of, and all other knowledge left a lot to be desired. Instead of seeking out information, though, the black and blue stallion left his journeying to chance. Ill-informed hooves trekked over borders 'til he tired, finding himself finally in the containment of a field full of flowers. Interesting.

In the Immortal Gardens, Symkaria stuck out rather like a sore thumb. A cacophony of pretty things and pastel colours, black and glowing cyan was not the first complimentary palette that came to mind. Was it unfortunate that this was where he had ended up? Well, he'd answer that later. It didn't call to him much, though. While in Lyra's company he had found himself quite sickeningly polite - he hoped he would become a little more like himself with her soon, he'd been too startled and desperate to make her like him previously - he was certainly not the sort of creature to be enthralled by the likes of pretty flowers or overwhelming floral fragrance. But he was too tired to bother moving elsewhere for the timebeing.

He slowed his pace as he walked through the gardens, tilting his head this way and that in mock interest of his randomized place of rest. There was little for him to look at here, 'til the bubbling giggle of what sounded to be a young foal reverberated through his ears from a short distance away. The stallion made a 180, turning back on his heels to watch the careless frolicking of a filly a few hundred metres behind him. He could not help the small smile that tugged at his lips, though the expression was just as quickly wiped away. 

The girl corrected herself, pulling her little - quite large for a foal, actually - body up onto all fours and cleaning herself off while singing a little song, but Symkaria paid no attention to what it was she was doing. No, he was scrutinizing her appearance. The white base had nothing to do with what caught his attention, not at all. No, it was the patches of black, barred with stripes... glowing, cyan stripes. And her face, permanent smile painted on with onyx ink.

Like his own.

He walked towards her with caution, not wanting to startle the youngster though something funny told the man he was actually theoretically younger than her. This was no week-old filly. If nature behaved normally, he would be the long-legged inexperienced colt of this meeting. But somehow he'd been born at full maturity and so would seem to any uneducated observer the elder by a number of years.

Symkaria approached slowly, starting to speak when he was a few metres away. "Hello, missy?" he wasn't sure how to address her, really. His inherited sarcasm wouldn't do for a girl so new to the world, and he'd had no interaction with foals thus far. "Now who might you be?" he threw out an attempt to be lighthearted and polite in an 'adult talking to a child that is not his own and he is in fact a total stranger to' kind of way, but likely just sounded awkward and unsure. He would try at least to engage conversation before addressing the nagging curiosity in the back of his head at their similarity in aesthetics.

OOC: ohohoho! what's gonna happen here Evalyn
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Posted on Apr 09 2018, 9:37 PM. (Edited: Apr 09 2018, 9:38 PM by Evalyn.)
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All was going well in the beginning life of a happy yearling. She was free to be who she wanted to be, and roam where she wanted to roam, as long as she was careful over all. Her mother was good about letting out Evalyn’s imaginary leash just as long as it brought her home safely each night. And that was only going to get better the older that she got. Eventually she would have her entire independence to herself, but, for the time being, was satisfied coming and going as she was. Evalyn had played in an endless field of flowers, what more could she want? There did not seem to be a trouble in the world in the eyes of someone who had only begun to use them.

Evalyn was just finished making herself presentable when the sound of a voice caught her attention. Her previous playful little song drifted lightly on the wind and then it temporarily died. The melody was waiting to be picked up another day. It certainly would not be the last time that she sang it. Her fur would require cleaning, and what is fur cleaning without a fur cleaning song? Boring, that is what it was. Just straight up boring. The girl plucked the last piece of grass off her coat with her teeth and dropped it to the ground. All clean, and just in time too. Evalyn sighed gently in satisfaction before her golden eyes settled upon the stallion’s approaching figure. An overwhelming sense of recognition flooded over her as well, but she could not place it, nor why it was happening. It made her double take as a few theories of her own sprung into Evalyn’s mind. Maybe this was someone she had met earlier on in life and she could not remember their name? Perhaps as she had seen him in passing and memory recall was trying to force her to remember? He looked unfamiliarly familiar to her, but why? Bah, Evalyn did not know, and there was no sense in trying to struggle to figure it out. She decided to have a dialog and organically work out who this other horse was. That was the logical way to do it without insulting him.

One of the yearling’s furred brows lifted in a curious response to the nickname that she had been given. Missy. She just added that to her growing collection of names that she already had going, but that was a new one. It was one that she would probably stow away for a very long time, and would only allow a select few to use. Depending on the tone, it could be taken as friendly, ironic, or, at the very worst, condescending. Evalyn decided that it was the former one instead of the latter two, and just went with it. He had already ascribed her a new nickname, so it was only fair that she give him one as well. At least until she could figure out whom in the Sam hill that he was. “Well, Mister Man, most horses around Elysium just happen to call me Evalyn, those that know me of course,” she said playfully. “Though there are some outlying exceptions to every rule.” Her neck rose proudly as she spoke her name, and a sly smile pulled at one edge of Evalyn’s mouth. Honestly, Eva did not know how the stallion would react, but she meant his name only as a small joke. Do not make jokes if you cannot take them, right? The young lady stood approximately eight inches smaller than Symkaria, but was unbothered by it. She was a bold one this lass, and faced things head on like an arrowhead point. There was no doubting who she got that from.

Neither one of them had talked about the prevailing elephant in the room however. They were simply exchanging social pleasantries before getting to the real root of the issue. Evalyn noticed the features on her that mirrored the stallion’s, and it was clear that he noticed that his mirrored hers. The patterns were arranged differently, unique to them alone, but there was something there that could be threaded between them. He asked who she was, so he was obviously facing the same conundrum that was puzzling her. Where had they met before, and why was it not clear to them both? Not wanting to wait any longer and skirt around the issue, Evalyn just laid it out there. She put all of her cards on the table, hoping it would return tangible dividends in doing so. It was worth taking the chance and getting on with this whole thing. Why wait for the answer to the question that everyone wanted to know? Sitting on eggshells needlessly was bound to make some of them crack.

“Tell me. Am I supposed to know you for some reason?”

ooc - Symkaria


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symkaria

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He could not help but chuckle at the nickname he immediately obtained in the youngster's presence. Mister Man. Of course, having been in Elysium such a short time he'd not exactly been given many nicknames besides those briefly uttered by his mother when he emerged from the waters of the creation pool. Even those were so fleeting they had refused to stick and he could hardly remember them now. There was something strangely warm about the way the filly's nickname rang in his ears, though. Something ... not familiar, but familial. They had just met, and yet her childlike teasing did not seem awkward or uncharacteristic. It felt.. right.

He couldn't take too long to ponder it, though, for the girl would likely question his quietness. Evalyn was her name, and there was no recognition to that title at all. If he was meant to know this girl it was not by the name Evalyn, and he would have to place the recognition by using some other means. He would not pry, of course, especially with a lady as young as her it would be rude and likely make him out to be quite scary. He had already approached a stranger far younger than him and immediately asked her of her name, if that was any evidence to brand him a weirdo. Symkaria would still protest the suspiciousness of his approach, though, in pointing out the frustratingly similar appearances of them both. He would simply argue he was meant to be there, meant to ask her questions and converse with her, and the fact their name-calling felt so easy was just affirmation of these statements. Evalyn was surprisingly well spoken given her age - she must've had an attentive mother. Not Varya then, surely, he could rule out as much. She had let him leave at a moment's notice, when he was hardly 2 minutes out of the proverbial womb (was it a proverbial womb, or literal? it didn't seem that he'd ever actually been birthed, but he must've been carried by his dam at some point.. right?) and he very much doubted there was any way she'd devote her time to learning a new born how to talk so eloquently as this. 

The dark man nodded appreciatively at the words of the filly, smiling kindly at her with a glint of amusement in his sapphire orbs, "A pleasure, Evalyn. I'm Symkaria, but you can call me Sym if you'd like." he hoped it was not patronizing, giving the youngster a nickname as if his full title was too long to roll over her tongue. Given the way she'd spoken, he very much doubted she would struggle but he suggested it nonetheless. Regardless, it felt right to offer her somewhat of a nickname. Friendly. He had so little clue on how to talk to those his own age and older, that the man was quite out of his depths with Evalyn. Despite the immediate comfort that rested between them, he felt as if he was walking the line between sounding like an overbearing parent and a detached pensioner feigning affection with the grandchild they never loved. Hopefully his balance was just right, though, and the girl wouldn't hate him for being patronising or too full on.

She seemed almost to mull something over for a moment, and Symkaria let her. He gathered that she, too, had noticed the similarities they held together, but given that she was the younger of the two he figured he'd let her broach the topic. And thus, she did. Quite promptly, in fact, she posed the question that brought both of their quiet wonderings to air. "Tell me. Am I supposed to know you for some reason?"

Sym snorted. It wasn't a snort of dismissal or amusement but a short, sharp huff of air released both in relief that she'd been thinking the same as he, and of confusion in how to answer her question. He shook his head, ears wiggling and dark tresses swaying back and forth before he settled back into stillness and looked down at the filly quite sincerely. He hummed a brief laugh though it was less entertained and more contemplative, "You ask a good question, madame," carelessly he threw another nickname into the mix, the petname losing any hint of sarcasm and becoming more affectionate, or appreciative, as he directed it towards the young mare. "And the true answer to that is that I don't know. I was thinking the same, in fact." the ball was in his court, however, and Symkaria mused over how he could find any sort of answers without prying too obviously or insultingly. "I feel a little silly for asking Evalyn, if I'm honest. But could you tell me the names of your mother and father?" he hoped his questions did not go too far, and that if she chose to answer then their suspicions would be put to rest. Of course, this could be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack and there were infinite other possibilities for their undeniable resemblence - pure coincidence being one of them.

OOC: Evalyn !
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The meeting between the two of them did not seem strange to Evalyn, despite their obvious age differences. The Creation Pool and natural birthing processes each brought their own technicalities to the table, but that was just how it was. An outside observer might question why two random horses met like this, but it did not bother her. It was not like Symkaria was trying to offer Evalyn candy and then entice her into an unmarked white van or anything. They were simply talking; grown adults and adolescents often talked without a hitch. The alabaster, blue, and black girl had her head screwed on straight anyways, and that meant she could handle herself, even in situations that were out of the ordinary. Though she had not hit the three year old mark yet, the Cotton Ball could think for herself. And she would not have been let out of her mom’s sight for a bloody second if that was not the case here. Additionally, if anyone had intentionally been out to hurt Kashmir’s daughter, then they would have had heck to pay, and then some more also. They would have to answer to the tigress herself in the flesh, and that was not a good thing. A raging mother protecting her offspring is never a pretty sight or experience to deal with. That was when things began to get really, really serious.  

It only took a moment for both of them to introduce themselves to one another, and the conversation at hand was officially a go. The prevailing inquiry on both of their minds had great potential to be answered then without delay. Evalyn accepted the stag’s name with a slight nod of her head, deciding to stick with his proffered nickname for short. His other one would not be forgotten in the future though, just for safe keeping. It never hurt to have more than one, and Mister Man was not going anywhere any time soon. “Sym it shall be then. It is a pleasure to meet you also,” Evalyn said smiling gently. When he told her he did not know about meeting her before, the lass could not help but wonder more. How were they acquainted? Just how? And if they really were acquainted, then how come neither one of them could place their meeting on a timeline? What with their glowing patterns, etched smiles, and increased stature, they were bound to recognize one another, correct? It would require digging a little deeper to find the answers. Symkaria then asked of her parents’ names, and she was willing to offer them to him. At least that was a start on the right path and could cause no real harm.  

“My mother’s name is Kashmir,” Evalyn said. There was a clear note of fondness in the girl’s voice as she spoke of her mom. Some horses out there were not as fortunate to be good friends with their mothers. But Evalyn considered herself to be one with Kashmir. Some were embarrassed by their relationship with their parents, and could not even be seen with them, but that was not the case with her. Often times the pair of them would stroll together everywhere. And out in the open too! There were many things that Kashmir had passed on to her one and only daughter. Her wit, her spunk, love and part of her Kashmir’s appearance had been imprinted on Evalyn. And Evalyn brought something to Kashmir that she never would have expected at all. Kashmir got a family, an almost twin, and wisdom. Yes, a tried and true gleam of affection flickered in those golden eyes that matched Evalyn’s dam’s ones.

The yearling’s tone changed slightly though when she spoke of her sire. It went from being keen to having a questioning tone to it. She was unsure as to how to explain an absent father to a stranger, but would give Symkaria his name at least. “My father’s name is…Gotham? Gotham City, yeah that is it.” Evalyn was about to dismiss the whole thing, when suddenly she grew stock still a moment. If she did not have control of her jaw, it would have unhinged then and there. She did not know this stallion personally, but it was very easy to connect the dots. She had not encountered Sym before that moment, but instantly realized why he seemed familiar. They looked like each other because half of them both WERE each other. But the girl did not want to make assumptions before she was certain. There was only a very, very, very small percentage of doubt, less than a half of a sixteenth of a percent maybe, but she just had to ask.

“Sym,” the girl started in curiosity, “Do you have any relation to my father whatsoever?”      

ooc - Symkaria Oooo Big Grin


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Posted on May 07 2018, 11:41 PM.
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symkaria

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Well he had to say, for a lady as young as she evidently was, she was certainly well spoken and polite. A pleasant upbringing no doubt - surely, surely she was no direct relation of his. No child of Varya or Gotham City's would be raised so well.. Or so he thought. She clarified his name with a soft smile that the man couldn't help but return. One wouldn't consider him directly skilled with childlike conversation but apparently he was well practised. That, and, well. He was basically still a child himself. He nodded with kind affirmation - how much of a pleasure it was to meet the filly with matching luminous markings - and continued to listen attentively to her as she spoke. 

"My mother's name is Kashmir," she said, and Symkaria heaved a gentle breath of bewilderment from his nose. He knew nothing of this woman, and it certainly wasn't some sort of alter ego for his own dam. Not that he knew of, anyway - she seemed a brat but not quite bratty enough to name herself by something entirely different to each child she bore. Not least was the name entirely different, but the way Evalyn spoke it, too. The name was laced with a deep fondness, the obvious love a child often has for her mother. Sym would find it near impossible to fold "Varya" over his tongue in such a way. Hell, he hadn't even spoken to her since emerging from the Creation Pool so few days ago. He didn't exactly wish to, either, but as far as he knew the mare had simply disappeared into the ether. Abandoned within mere weeks. The stallion held back an amused scoff. It was okay, he didn't need some shitty mother anyway. Thank the lord he'd been born at full maturity, for the thought of being nursed by that bitch made him feel quite sick.

He didn't speak yet, feeling something in the air between them shift before the filly spoke again. It took a while to get out but when it did the stallion held his breath. In fact, this wasn't voluntary. No, the action simply caught in his throat and after a moment emerged in a fit of coughs and splutters. Gotham fucking City. He almost spat on the ground in front of him, hearing that this sweet child was sired by his own bastard father. Well, at least that made them half siblings. He could attempt to do something to make up for his absent sire.

Before he had a chance to react in words, the girl spoke again, asking if he bore any relation to the Crucis King. Solemnly, and with wide cyan eyes, he nodded. The action was slow as his lips parted to reveal apologetic words, "Mmm.." he trailed, unsure quite how to say it. He was not near ashamed to be related to the girl, in fact was quite pleased, only sympathetic for her. The way she tripped over her - their - father's name suggested she knew little of him and it was likely better it stayed that way. "Evalyn, Gotham City is my father, too." he attempted a small smile, weary of quite how she would take the news. Would she be shocked to find the stranger who had approached her and asked her of her name and family was actually a half-brother? Would she be disgusted that he was the spawn of her absent father? Well, it was all out in the open now, and Sym was sure to shortly find out.

"I suppose that's why we, well, look so alike." he dared reach out his maw and come close to brushing it over the glowing stripes on the filly's neck. "I suppose you haven't met m-our father, have you?" he questioned. Perhaps his instincts were wrong, but he was quite sure they were not. "I regret to say he has not informed me of any siblings, but here you are. My half-sister." his smile was warmer this time as he forced the anger at his sire back down into his stomach. He'd just discovered a new relative - the first half-decent one at that - and now was no time to be bitter.

OOC: Evalyn THIS TOOK FOREVER I'M SO SORRY!
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The question that Evalyn posed to Symkaria hung on the air after she had asked it. Could it be true that they were related somehow? Somewhere along the line as she waited for a response, Evalyn must have been holding her breath without her realizing it. Evalyn steeled herself for the truth, either one way or the other. And no matter what answer she received, she would be right. The first answer she could have gotten was that she was related to both Gotham City and Symkaria as she suspected initially. They just looked too much alike in certain aspects not to be. The other answer she could have gotten was simply that she was related to Gotham, but not Symkaria. It would be a strange coincidence if that happened, though still plausible all the same. The way that their bodies were lit up, the way that their stripes were….it was just uncanny for that to be random. But it still was possible; anything was possible in these mystical lands in which they lived. So when the stallion told her the news, and told her about the father they had in common, Evalyn nodded once expectantly. Bingo…er…Gotham was his name-o! They had gotten to the bottom of this thing that easily. They were partial siblings, now they just had to figure out what to do with that information. The corners of Evalyn’s mouth turned up a little bit, and her tail flicked happily behind her too. She then found her voice again to speak thereafter.

“Wow, Sym, that is pretty crazy to find out like this. One minute I am an only child, and then the next I am part of a duo. But it could be a whole lot worse I think, don’t you? We could have both had an ugly dad with atrocious genes that superseded our mothers’ ones, right? I feel sorry for the mule faced mutts out there in the world, but we are not them thankfully. We drew the right straws and have aesthetic appeals if nothing else,” the girl said. This brought out a small chuckle of amusement from Evalyn. Although she was somewhat surprised by her brother’s appearance outright, she still accepted him for who he was without much complaint at all. It was not Sym’s fault, or even Eva’s fault who their paternal figure happened to be or what he did. If they could have picked and chosen that, then everything would have been hunky dory from the very beginning. There probably would have been no second guessing or suspicion about whose children they were. The fact of the matter was that this was how everything played out though, and they were going to have to live with it, like it or not. Seeing her younger elder brother put a few pieces in the puzzle that was their dad, which was one step in the right direction Evalyn supposed. If they both resembled him, then she could see the consistent traits passed down. The fuzzy picture of Gotham City was a little bit clearer. A look of regret crossed the young girl’s features when Symkaria asked about meeting him though.

“Unfortunately, no, I have not seen our father face to face yet, and I do not know if I ever will actually. He disappeared the night after my mother and him met, and has been a ghost to us ever since. It is like he is hiding out or something I guess. Call it shame, call it duty, call it forgetfulness, I really do not know. He probably did not tell you about me, because he does not know I even exist,” Evalyn said. That thought dampened the lady’s mood a bit, but she tried to stay pinpointed on the good news. Her gaze drifted to her hooves a bit before resurfacing again. It was okay, she had a brother now! She had a new branch on her family tree! That was exciting in and of itself. She had never known Gotham City, so there was no need to mourn over the loss of him. It would have been different if he had been around a bit and then left later in life, but that was not the case here. He was gone from the very start; he was a hole that may or may not be filled in the near future. The man was a part of her genealogical makeup, but really was an apparition to her. It would not hurt ask a few questions maybe, but then they could drop the subject altogether if need be. Getting to know more about her sibling sounded much more appealing than chasing figments of her imagination.

“You have met him at some point, correct? What is he like to you?” Evalyn asked curiously.    
     
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They'd not been in each other's company long, but Sym knew by now he could've ended up with a far worse half-sibling. She could've inherited an amount of their father's ignorance and blank personality but alas, she was sweet and kind. Funnily, he didn't know enough about himself to determine which side of the 'nice' spectrum he lay on, but he would endeavour at least to show the charming filly a brotherly figure she could rely upon. 

All of a few weeks in the world and there was already one thing Symkaria was desperately confident of.

He was not, nor would he ever be, his father.

His smile grew as Evalyn mirrored his expression and out of the corner of his eye he saw the joyful swish of her tail. "One minute I am an only child, and then the next I am part of a duo." he chuckled as she said this, nodding in vigorous agreement. He wasn't surprised so much to find his father had partnered with numerous women (well, just the one other so far but what was to say there weren't, or wouldn't be, more?) but was yet to entertain the thought he might have siblings, even if not by the same dam. His laughter grew even deeper as she spoke of their luck in having at least a father with relatively handsome traits. She was right, incredibly wise for a girl so young, and he nodded again. At least they'd both inherited rather unique luminous cyan markings, and their lineage didn't have hideous deformities or foul clashes of colour to show for them. 

What pleased Sym was that his new-found sister didn't seem to be bothered by their shared father. He was ashamed for his sire, to know there was a child by his blood who he didn't know and didn't care to know. She was such a sweet thing that it was almost a shame Gotham City wouldn't care. A shame for the Crucis Sovereign, yet not at all a shame for the would-be-princess, for she was better off not knowing him. God forbid there should come a day where they crossed paths and noticed their similarities.

As the chuckles of both siblings faded away, Symkaria threw a fleeting thought into the midst of their conversation, "I wonder... if we should have found each other so spontaneously like we have - are there more of... us? Out there?" he shook his head as if to dismiss the thought as silly, "It seems Gotham is not quite a man of one partner. We have two mothers between us, what's to say we are not the first children he has sired?" he hoped the information wouldn't be too much for the girl, though she certainly seemed in her maturity like she could handle it.

Shame, duty, forgetfulness... hm. Sym wasn't sure that any such reasons were true. More that he was simply a cruel man and didn't care for the inevitable spawning of foals that resulted from his sleeping around, but the reigning heir of the Eternal Woods was not going to tell the filly that. It seemed... almost cruel. "Allow me to apologise on his behalf, yet I should tell you you are not missing out on anything. You are already a fine lady, your mother raised you impeccably." he smiled upon her kindly, "Gotham City would be of no value to you or your mother's happiness." he didn't think he'd ever spoken truer words.

How had Gotham treated him? Well, they'd met only briefly before Sym had dismissed himself and discarded his bickering parents by the creation pool. On his own birthday, at that! "Pfft." he flicked his tongue against his teeth as both ears swayed momentarily backwards in dismissal of his father, "He was there when I was born - he barely spoke a word to me. I believe he assumes his duties as King are all he cares for. That and... how should I say... promiscuity." perhaps he didn't have to be so careful with his language around the girl, but it still felt wrong to be crude around her. Honestly, it would even have felt odd to be crude around the crudest creature in Elysium - he was effectively still a child himself. Curses just sounded wrong coming out of his barely-learned mouth.

OOC: Evalyn <3 sorry if it's a bumbling mess!
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Evalyn had to admit that she quite liked her brother as well, and was not unhappy with that very fact in the slightest degree. One could almost even say that she was proud about it. Even though they did not share the same mother technically speaking, they did share other things anyways. There was a certain zest and zeal about them both that could not be denied, and, of course, their outstanding blueish color palette. And even though they were two separate entities, there seemed to be a good fit there in personality. Despite the glaring signs that they had come from different worlds, they were not entirely different altogether. This meeting could have gone horribly wrong and been full of bickering, name calling, and finger pointing, but it was not. Fits of jealousy, rage, and whatnot could very well have erupted right then and there. A nasty feud could have stemmed from there also. But instead it was a calm interaction between two siblings who were only siblings in part, though still brother and sister all the same. Their shared laughs and humor were clearly indicative of all of that in one go.

In reference to the next topic about more half-siblings appearing, the adolescent was mostly unsure, but found it absolutely plausible. “That is a very real possibility to consider, that others of us as Gotham City’s children exist out there. We are both relatively young still, so there could be others before us certainly,” Evalyn said in response to Sym’s voiced thoughts. “There could also be ones alongside us in age, and imagine this, after us as well.” Judging from an approximate timeline, their sire still had to be close to the prime of his life still, if he was not in it already. There was nothing else that Evalyn knew of to stop him from producing more children while he was living. It was admittedly a little bothersome to think that fatherless foals were running around, but nothing that could not be pushed past soon enough. Besides, if they turned out like either Sym or even Eva, then perhaps there was still hope for them yet. And Evalyn would willingly give her brother a high score on the nice side of things, though not purely because of blood bias. That would have only account for half of it anyways. Half-siblings meant only half of the blood and only half of the bias too. But that was not the case; she had valid reasons for believing what she believed about him.

A wide smile branched upon the girl’s features as Symkaria spoke about her mother and upbringing in a most favorable way. If one had looked closely enough, the beginnings of excessive water began to pool around honey colored Evalyn’s eyes. It was only for the briefest of moments before being blinked away, and none of it spilled from them, but small tears were forming there. And they actually were there as an expression of happiness though, not of sadness. Coming from the Crucis heir, these words made the young girl extensively happy. Her mother was one of Evalyn’s greatest companions and actual friends. Some might not experience the same kind of relationship that she had, but it was so. Others might resist their parents’ presence, but she welcomed hers with open arms. From the very beginning, Kashmir had been Evalyn’s world, and not too much had changed since then. It was only recently that she went somewhere that her mother did not. And to have some of her mother translate over to her behavior that others could see was a big deal for her. If they could openly notice that her mother had instilled good things in her, then that was fabulous. But that was not the only icing on the cake that made it taste so utterly sweet to Evalyn. Her brother made up for the shortcomings of their father in a small way. He was not Gotham City, and thus could not speak entirely for him. But the offered apology mended something that Evalyn might not have known needed to be. The blue striped and alabaster girl nodded once, looking away at her hooves before lifting her head once more to speak.

“Thank you very much Sym,” she said, her golden eyes glancing up at him a bit. “It means a lot to me, coming from you.” She attempted to reach out with her stitched muzzle to touch him on the shoulder lightly before continuing. “Gotham City might not be the best of father figures, mates, or even otherwise but I hope that we can still be family despite that fact. Maybe I will see him, maybe I will not, but that is okay. He was not in my life, but you have been.”      

ooc - Symkaria Who put this bowl of onions here? They're making Evalyn cry.


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Despite the jovial, respectable nature of their meeting, Symkaria couldn't quite shake the peculiar feelings that spawned from his strange method of birth. In all technicalities, he was in fact younger than his half sibling, but due to the strange and inexplicable sorceries of the Creation Pool, he'd been born at full maturity. This meant he'd been born with an extensive knowledge on speech and behaviour as well as an amount of knowledge on the world around him. For the most part, he could behave just like a four year old equine who had grown up in an ordinary manner, but it was certainly taking him a while to get used to the fact he had literally missed 3 whole years of his life. The roles between himself and Evalyn should surely be switched, but somehow he'd managed to gain the role of the older brother. Not that he was complaining - it would be an honour, as far as he was concerned, to care for Evalyn as her elder, but it was a strange situation. She didn't know that, either, and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to.

He nodded as she agreed with him. How odd that there might be more of them out there. Would they ever meet them, would his - their - father introduce them to his other kids or would they be destined to bump into each other by chance like they had today? He very much doubted it would be the former. Looks like more surprises would likely be in store. "I wonder quite how many there are or will be," he pondered, "And hey," he leaned a little closer to nudge her side gently with his right foreleg, "I bet we're the best looking." he chuckled.

The smile then on Evalyn's features as he spoke kindly of her mother was radiant and quite beautiful. How on earth had his bastard father managed to score even just one night with a mare who could produce such a wonderful child? It was beyond him. As far as Symkaria was concerned, the very routes of his genome meant he was unworthy of loving someone lovely in any way. Lyra, the incredibly beautiful and kind Lyra, was utterly out of his league. She was too good for him, the man was sure she would realise that some day and leave him in the dust.

He shook his head, both at himself and in response to Evalyn. "Of course, little sis', you're a good egg you are." he grinned, happily allowing her to nose his shoulder though he twitched a little as her muzzle tickled his skin. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't care what our father thinks, you're in my life for good. You ain't getting rid of me, Evalyn!" he jested, reaching over to tickle her shoulder with his nose just as she had done to him, "We're gonna have a tonne of fun together, right?"

OOC: Evalyn these two are the most precious siblings in the world
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Evalyn’s eyebrows rose on her forehead in surprise as she was nudged a little, but a small smile still remained on her face. She absolutely agreed with what her brother said; no matter how many other siblings they had out there, they could not compete with them in the slightest. The (hopefully) first two were the best two, and that could not be refuted. Sorry, not sorry, that was how it was going to be, no matter what anyone else said. “They might very well be out there. But yeah, there is absolutely no way that they are prettier than us though,” she responded playfully, shaking her mane majestically a few times. Evalyn felt like a fashion model for the moment, and she knew it. If she had a runway, she probably would have strutted down it with cameras flashing to her adoring public. She would have tried on various crazy outfits and all that jazz. Alas there was not a runway, so she could not though. And, on top of that, a lack of vanity probably would have prevented it too. It was fun to pretend to be that way however, just for a little bit. Then she could come back to reality when she was done.  
    
There was a lot for Evalyn to think about in her future and her past. Would it make that huge of a difference if Gotham City was not in her life? Would it change the way that she thought about the world and everyone in it? The answers to those questions were maybe and no. Maybe having a father figure in her life might add something or detract something, she really did not know for sure. His presence in her life could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on certain factors. But what she did know is that she had already formulated her scope on the world, even as an adolescent. All was not so bleak and bleary just because one single horse she never knew was not there. Him being a ghost in her life would not tarnish the image of all the rest of the horses for her. It probably sort of helped in some respects honestly. She knew that she had to be actively present in someone else’s life, not just a figment of their imagination. Eva knew that she should not go pining away for someone that may or may not show up in the end. They had to make the valiant effort as well. Nah, she would be just fine, just like Sym thought she would be. His vote of confidence went a long way in her books. It went a very, very long way and extended not only to her, but to her mother as well. That was something that really made her happy to think about too.  

She already thought the universe - not just the world - of her older, bigger, little brother. It was kind of ironic to say it that way, but that was how it played out. Circumstances dictated that things were this way, but those circumstances were irrelevant for the most part. The two horses had come from two different places, had two different mothers, but that honestly did not matter much. In the grand scheme of things, Evalyn was looking in the eyes of someone she could look up to. There was great potential in her brother, it was blatantly obvious. As his son, Symkaria had the chance to break the cycle of what Gotham had done before then. He could love others the way that their father had not, and salvage a bad reputation that had preceded them both. Gotham City was some kind of playboy apparition that came, had temporary flings, and left without a trace from what Eva could tell. That was mainly what she had heard about him. Sym was not that way in the slightest form or fashion. Heck he already made a brand new, bigger, and better reputation by simply being there with Evalyn when their father had not.

“I happen to think that you are a good egg too Sym, better than father has been to the both of us in one short meeting. He has not really shown his face at all, and you have. I think he can just stay where he is, wherever that is specifically, and call it grand,” Evalyn said. “And I would not want to get rid of you now, we are a pair, remember? You and me are now stuck together like glue! We are going to have fun, starting from this day forward.” A giggle bubbled from deep within Evalyn’s chest and rose to the surface before erupting happily from her maw. This is what life was supposed to be like.      
     

ooc - Symkaria They iz totally cute




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