[Misty] Just Another Day

[phantom]

The night was turning into dawn, which would be followed by day, followed by another night and another dawn. At which point the young stallion would probably be asleep. However, on this early morning he was wide awake, watching his half sister sleep peacefully. "Not a care in the world..." He murmered softly, half to himself and half to anyone who would listen... which was probably no one because he figured he was the only one awake. "If only I was that care-free." With a sigh he lowered his head, feeling a rain drop on his head. So... the clouded skies chose to blurr the dawn, instead making for a grey sun rising? Oh well, nothing could be perfect. Soon the rain was steadily falling, and his skin shivered gently to rid itself of the damp feeling. Walking away from his sleeping sister, he walked directly to the lagoon. What drew him there on that day, he did not know. His mind went shortly to the herd leaders. They were probably the only other ones awake, carefully watching the herd. Then his mind went to their daughter.. only a year younger then him, he remembered when he was a yearling and she had been born. Quite the cute foal then, in an annoying sort of way.. she was turning into a beauty as of lately.. Soon she would be a young mare, ready to breed.. And what chance did he have? None. Son of a captive born colt, grandson of a rogue... What golden heritage did he have? None. That was right.. Nada, zilch, zero. Just the luck of being born in the herd, a social out-cast due to the fact that he had come from and his father had been raised by humans. And now the same humans were threatening to invade their land. No, not the nice indians, that were a good breed of human. No, his father had not been a good stud. Raised by the more evil breed of humans, taught that they were good. Tried to teach him the same! No.. they were not creatures to be respected, with their skin as pale as snow and their bodies cloaked in weird things for no reason. What with their steel burrs and their snake like strings that stung.. or so he had been told.. In what respect were they good? And so, what chance did a army heritage, a very threat to the herd just by living here, have to be a suitor to the most beautiful.. the most elegant.. and the most respected filly in the entire herd? In his mind, he had no chance. Yet he still hoped.

[MISTY]

A yawn escaped her lips as Misty slowly stirred from her slumber. Opening her eyes, her legs laid beneath her body since she had laid down to go to sleep, she glanced up at the sky to see it was cloudy. She also felt small droplets of water falling down on her - it was raining, lightly, but still raining. Flicking her ears around, she sleepily got her bearings as she looked around at the herd surrounding her. Most were still asleep. Her parents and grandma Esperanza were laid around her as if protecting her. Yep, over protecting her more like it. Shaking her head she let out another yawn before she slowly straighted out her hind legs, stretching them out before doing the same with her front legs. Once stood on all four hooves she shook her body a little to get rid of any loose dirt and grass. It was after another look around she realised Phantom wasn't around. Well, not in the meadow close to the lagoon where the herd usually fell asleep. Tilting her head in curiousity, she then flared her nostrils to try and catch his scent. His scent trail seemed to go towards the lagoon. He was one of the few colts and stallions who hadn't tried hitting on her - at all. The rest did with all the arrogance and cockiness often found in colts and stallions. It was extremely annoying.

Deciding she could do with a drink - and her parents were fast asleep - she carefully moved away from them, making sure not to touch a single horse as she made her way through and out of the herd. Snorting softly she then picked up a smooth slow trot as she headed down the hillside towards the large lagoon. It wasn't far away. Less then a minute away actually. It was just slightly hidden from the hill which they slept on. It wasn't long before she spotted the black and white painted colt. She did enjoy seeing the variety of colours other horses had. It was something that interested her. She came to a halt at the edge of the lagoon, lowering her head and drinking her fill of the water. So far Misty had no plans to settle down, at all. She was a free spirit, passionate, and hungry for adventure. She wanted to explore and experience everything life had to offer. Unfortunately, with being the future leader one day as well as Spirit and Rain's daughter she could not go anywhere outside the territory - and it was hard enough trying to get some time away from their watchful eyes.

[phantom]

His eyes fell shut for a moment as he stood there, right at the lagoon, his coat damp and getting more wet by the minute. He should really find somewhere where he could stay dry, but instead he stayed still. Down at his hooves was water, the lagoon. The big water stretched a good distance, and the colt marveled at it a moment. A scent caught his attention, followed by the sipping sound of a horse drinking. It was, to his surprise, Misty! Misty, the very filly he had been longing after, yet had never flirted with nor shown the slightest sign that he liked her.

"M'lady!" He managed to utter, completly shocked. After all, he had expected to be alone this morning, perhaps just to have some peace and quiet, or rather some time to think about her, before he decided to ask her if she liked him. He had decided that it had to be today, later in the day.. Or so he had thought... But now was the perfect moment, the perfect time! Just say it. Just say Misty I like you! He walked towards her, sighing softly, picked up a tuft of clovers in his maw and dropped it at her hooves. As he went to reach back up his muzzle brushed up against her forehead. Sparks flew from his stomach, his throat tightened, he forgot where he was... Forgot all about his plans to sweep her off her hooves. He froze, then realized they were touching... And abrutly pulled away.

"Sorry, m'lady. err.. Misty.. I.. umm.. completly accidental... Completly..." He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers. Wondering for a moment if she had felt the same sparks, or if she was offended. That moment seemed to last ages, just wondering, the simple not knowing and waiting for a response. It could have been seconds, minutes, or several sunlit days. All he knew was that that was.. awkward.. yet totally awesome emotion wise! Should he tell her now? No, not yet, no.. not the right time.. no, no no...

And then he spat it out.. "Misty, I like you..."

[MISTY]

Misty watched curiously, head tilted, as Phantom greeted her and then proceeded to get some clover before dropping it at her hooves. It was rather a sweet gesture although she found herself curious as to the reason for it. She did hate being treated special just because of who her parents were. She was then surprised when his muzzle touched her forehead, and then stayed there for quite a while. Sure, her parents and grandma often did the same thing as a gesture of parental affection, but it felt odd with Phantom doing it. She flicked her ears back as he pulled away and then began stuttering an apology. She found the entire interaction odd. What was going on here? Then a short while later he spoke again - he liked her. It hit her then what he really meant and what was going on. She groaned mentally - Another suitor. It was a relief though this one, Phantom, was nice, sweet, and shy. He was different. The rest were arrogant and cocky which just annoyed her to no end. Still, Misty didn't know what to say. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she had never really spent much if any time with Phantom to develop any feelings for him. That made her wonder how he could like her that way and have never spent much if any time with her.

"Thats really sweet Phantom, thankyou for the clover. Um, you don't need to apologise for touching my forehead though. It was unexpected, but its not as if you tried to mount me against my will or anything."

She responded gently, giving a little shrug as she spoke the last sentence. She then lowered her head and nibbled on the clover. She didn't dare refuse it. She knew gifts were special and to return one would hurt anothers feelings as well as be rude. The last thing Misty wanted was to hurt his feelings. Besides, she did have quite the soft spot for clovers. After finishing the clovers she then lifted her head to look at Phantom once more. He was a nice looking colt. She was sure a lot of fillies and mares would fawn all over him. Probably more if he gained some self confidence and was dominant like her father. Of course she wouldn't want to ruin the sweet bit that was apart of him. Most colts and stallions who were confident, dominant, and attractive often ended up cocky, arrogant, and selfish in the end. Fortunately, her father was an exception to that. The way he interacted with her mother... They were so good together, and Misty knew if or when she did feel like settling down she did want a true romance and love like her parents had.

[phantom]

His eyes fell shut as he pulled back from her. Crud, shouldn't have done that! Should've been more careful. He mentally scolded himself, his eyes opening a moment to look into hers. Wondering again what she felt, thought, or would do in that moment. Her eyes seemed to fill with curiousity, then as he had told her he liked her, he saw a bit of... well, lets just say it didn't look like she enjoyed the gesture of clovers, or at least so it appeared to him. He stood, lowering his head down and munching on some fresh grass. The rain still dribbled down onto the grass, giving it a savory fresh dew flavor. He looked at her as she said thanks for the clover, then continued to tell him that he did not need to apologize. He laughed a little at her comment.

"If I tried that, I think I'd be dead. At least close to it after your parents are through with me!" His body relaxed, he smiled at her, lifting his head up a bit and tilting it, examining her. Such a fine young mare she would turn out to be, and he had to respect that she was a filly soon to be a mare. He would respect her then, and respect her now.

"You are a filly who should be respected more, not just bowed down to because they have to... or flirt with because of your status... being the leaders daughter and all." He finished his speech, straight from the heart, and smiled at her. "Every pretty girl should have respect to, and even the not so pretty ones as well."

[MISTY]

"Dead? Perhaps, but not by my parents' hand. They would probably just banish you. My dad isn't into the whole violence stuff unless its a life or death situation, and even then he'd rather do anything else to get out of whatever situation he is in. The only reason you'd die from such a thing is if a mountain lion or something kills you as you're chased out of the territory."

Misty responded thoughtfully, before giving a slight shrug afterwards. She could remember the only time her father hadn't intentionally had to try to hurt someone was when the mountain lion appeared, and also when at the calvary base, one had tried to change him to look just like the other soldiers' horses and others had tried to break him in. Even then he had never delivered serious injuries. Just enough to get them to back off. Oh, and when they chased him in the wild. Her father had too good of a heart to be someone who liked violence, let alone delivered any. Most knew not to mess with him though. He was the only horse to this date to be captured twice - once by calvary and another by indians - and still escape as well as free other horses too. He was a legend.

She listened as Phantom spoke again and flicked her ears back briefly. He was sweet. That much was true, but the way he kept insisting on complimenting her and worshipping her was making her uncomfortable. He was just trying too hard. If he knew anything about her then he would know she was a wild spirit, and right now had no intentions of ever settling down. She was young at heart, passionate, and yurned for adventures of her own. Who knows, her parents may have another foal, and then that foal could lead the herd, and then she could leave for adventures unknown. Phantom deserved a good, sweet, pure filly that didn't want to see the world, didn't want to explore dangers, and wanted to settle down. Misty would never be that type of filly.

"Um, thats really sweet Phantom. I'm sure you'll make a great mate to a special filly someday."