ORIGIN

Spotting a few scrumptious insects Diot made quick work of stunning them appropriately. Thanking each one for their gift of life to be used for another. Placing them carefully in a segment of his prized satchel he froze. That familiar feeling of magic rushing up his spine caused his fur to stand on end. Listening intently he could hear...something...a sound partially muffled and rather unknown to the tamarin in such case. Blinking once or twice he soothed his fur, calming his puffy appearance.

It took him little time to locate the cause, shuffling through bushes until he came across the sight of a chrysalis! One with a small leg and hoof hanging out of it! Oh! He loved other gembounds! Even young ones! But never had he met one fresh from the before time. Eyes wide and opal shimmering with excitement he approached. Placing the palm of his hand against the shell's surface, feeling the movement that still stirred within. He would stay here and wait, ready to offer any assistance should the presumably foal need help.


"Speech"

Breathing heavy, the filly attempted to push herself further against the shell of her prison, hooves scrabbling weakly against the smooth surface. Why did her strength have to fail her now? Kicking weakly at the shell again with her hooves, the filly felt the shell crack and give way, leg rushing free to be in a similar situation as the first.

With a quiet whine, she pressed her face against the inside of her chrysalis, barely acknowledging the feeling of a breeze brushing past her leg before a small patch of warmth appeared against her flank. Was someone there? Could they help her get out of this prison?!

Summoning the remainder of her strength, the filly pushed her head away from the surrounding shell, striking out at it once more with her hooves. Maybe this stranger would sense her distress and help her out?

"Speech"
'Thought'

He waited...and waited until another small horse-like limb flailed through the shell...except now it really seemed to need help. Walking over Diot calmly patted the horse's hooves, giving a small shh of reassurance. All they needed was some help! He would most certainly try his best! Gripping a portion of the shell, minding the gem's sharpness and attempting not to cut his palm open he began to flake portions of it away. Cracking it open with 'brutish' strength...but in reality it was this gembound's time thus the shell was rather thin and brittle. But he imagined for a moment what life would have been if he was gifted with such physical strength...rather humorous really. But these musings were just fun, he was spending most his thought on examining the gembound within. Peeling and cracking off bits of the shell, peering inside.


"Speech"

Her heart thrummed against her ribcage, the feeling of the walls of her chrysalis pressing in at her ribs forcing her breathing to come faster. Eyes clenching shut as she struggled to muster her strength back to kick out at the shell of her egg, barely hearing the quiet shushing from the outside as a gentle hand patted against her knee before the feeling of fur brushed against her leg. The cracking of her peridot shell alerting the filly to hands pulling away at the edges.

They were helping her!

Energized by the realization, the pony reared her head back, feeling the interior of the chrysalis's shell press against her neck with the action as she managed to put some space between her forelimbs and the shell. Kicking out with as much energy as she could muster, the now missing pieces of the gem allowed the cracks to spread along the rest of the egg, her form tumbling out with a resounding thump.

She was free.

Shaking her head to clear the dizziness from her mind, the filly glanced for her gracious helper, only barely seeing the edge of a brightly colored tail as she swung her neck around. Snorting, the filly scrambled to her hooves, spinning to face the tamarin with a pleased sound

"Tha-thank y-you!" she practically shouted, bouncing slightly in her spot as her body seemed to shake with barely contained energy.

"Speech"
'Thought'

It wasnt long before the young horse within felt that rush of liberation, being freed from the chrysalis would do that he mused. Though he spent no time to stand in the way, hopping away from the 'splash zone' of the shards that would crumble under their weight. Watching curiously and rather proud he observed the filly stare at his tail. They were probably looking for him, he hoped it would be a good greeting. He had a rather unique face from the many he had seen in the cave but to a child they would think nothing of it. With their neck swinging they finally locked onto Diot, yelling out in excitement their thank yous. Diot could only smile! They were such a polite young horse!

Wind picking up he listened, though to any individual observing there wasnt much proof anything was 'happening'. Opal gem glistening he smiled widely at the whispering winds of Nature and the All Mother. Though it wasn't like he hadn't know this young horse was gifted with the joys of green. He could feel it pulsing through her veins, excited for what would happen next; just like he had been so long ago.


"Speech"

Though the tamarin remained quiet, only offering her a smile in response to her stuttered thanks, the filly didn't have time to wonder if perhaps he just didn't want to talk. Because that just seemed preposterous to her! Who didn't have the ability to talk?

Ignorant to what Diot was listening to, she trotted closer, leaning her head down to sniff at the faint glimmering opal. Nuzzling into the longer fur surrounding it with a quiet snort as another thanks for saving her from her prison.

"What's y-your name?" She asked, stepping back a few paces in case her new found friend would be uncomfortable with the close proximity to her.

"Speech"
'Thought'

She trotted closer to him, leaning down to sniff at his vibrant glimmering opal. She continued, nuzzling into his fur, a smile spread widely across Diot's features. Such a precious child they were. Voice brimming with curiosity she asked for his name, backing up and giving the tamarin his own space. He glanced at her, choosing his words wisely; though there was so much he wanted to say! He was so excited! But first things first, she wanted his name.

"My name is Diot, and we are one of the same my dear..."

Sentence trailing off he motioned his palm over the soil, calling upon the pulsating magic that laid just within. Within seconds the plant began to emerge, small and fragile it rose above and through the soil. Diot watched the young gembound, her eyes glued to the marvel that had just happened before her very eyes.


"Speech"