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The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Leilan - 07-16-2019 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
When silence greets you at the Mountain, what do you do? In Leilan’s case, that’s a hard one to answer. Any normal horse would take their loss and go home. But the scaled roan doesn’t really think he has a home - and I can hear you think it: ‘field, much?’, but unfortunately that’s not up the trickster’s sleeve either. Former Leilan would have definitely gone on a rampage. This one though - well, we may not know him yet. Or at least, he’s different than he has been, and as such, the angry snowball that ran off the Mountain earlier, has cooled down by the way he’s down to earth. As such, now he’s wondering what he could possibly do next. Having taken to the meadow to graze, he soon realizes that that is not where he belongs, and is already on the move. Restless feet bring him around the world, but he’s not planning on going to Nerine quite yet. He crosses Pangea’s borders and into Hyaline, wondering if the high peaks are a new place for a frosty, dragon-like horse. His tail swishes absentmindedly amidst the valleys, and then he simply makes his way up, up, up. The sun and some of the green buds nearby seem to want to tell him it’s spring or nearly spring, and he really doesn’t think he wants to know if today is a hot day. He’s hotheaded enough himself, no need for new hotness to be added. But if we’re really honest then that probably won’t be a rule he’ll live by for long. For now though, the frost dragon is content with lying down, in a position on a grey, rocky, mountainous ledge. Overlooking the valleys below, he muses if any of his former friends are still out there - and where he could possibly go to see if any of his family are still around. Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Kensa - 07-24-2019 i never said that i would be your lover kensa love is madness @[Leilan] RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Leilan - 07-25-2019 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Hyaline is not what it used to be years ago, that is clear. The horses below are perhaps few but none of them seem like the ‘frightened prey’ type, which is unfortunately what many of those before them had been quite exactly. It is no longer a sanctuary - but no doubt all the prey horses had ran away to a safe land when the sickness spread through the lands. Now, it has been cured - and like all the lands, things need to get settled once more. Perhaps if he knew about the war between Loess and Tephra, he would have pointed out that that was an exact example of what he meant by that. Alas, he left before it happened and only recently returned, too recently to know or - more importantly - for him to care. He’d spend a blissful time away with his wife, and then he had to spoil it all by being homesick. Lovely. But not so homesick that he wanted to go to Icicle Isle or even Nerine - no, that seemed like a chapter in the past. The only other really icy place is here - and to be honest, the sheltered caves and rocks may make this an even more perfect habitat for a dragon, than the former. The mare who approaches him is pretty - so very pretty it is almost disturbing; topaz on liver chestnut splashed with white, mane a golden flaxen color to match. The near unnatural glow of attraction reminds him of a mermaid, but he refrains from recalling the girl who would have killed him had he not been made immortal just then - immortality he gave away for protection to his firstborn. She’s been born here, he muses, but neither her nor her mother lived here by now.Briseis’ smell was long gone in the place he’d just walked through. No wonder - last time he’d seen her she had been in Nerine and fancied an Ether. A cousin of his, he believed. Well not that he was really surprised. Surely his good looks were also to be found elsewhere in the bloodline. So, when the mare who approached him comments, he knows exactly the look in her eyes when she admires the frost-rimmed scales. And perhaps in his wanting to lose them earlier on the Mountain, he had been too fast, he wonders. If shiny attracts people, it could only work in his favor. Still, the pointy teeth with which he grins at her now, might make her pause. ”Oh, but I’m not a tourist. I do travel, though. A lot.” Which is to say, if she doesn’t chase him away (and how would she accomplish that, he wonders) he will stay and live here, but also will visit every other place his heart or feet tell him to go in the meantime. Perhaps assuming she understands all this from one comment isn’t quite fair - he knows, but also knows time will tell. ”Leilan. And, yes. I did just tell you I do travel a lot. Hyaline was no exception.” he smiles at the mare, waiting for more questions, or for her to leave. He’s not sharing a whole lot, after all. Some people don’t seem to like being teased and drawn out so much - makes them irritated. Some would fight but, honestly, she seems like the type to keep her dignity and just ignore him when he’s too much. Perfect. Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Kensa - 07-27-2019 KENSA KENSA run me like a river @[Leilan] RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Leilan - 07-28-2019 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone Comfortable on his ledge, the dragon-horse hardly minds when the woman joins him - in fact, being joined by a pretty mare is perhaps a petty victory, but he counts his blessings all the same. He wonders for a moment how much detail she sees when she looks down below, or if perhaps her knowing the place by heart fills in details that he still has to look for, and that she simply knows are there. ”What stops you?” he asks her sideways; she said she would like to travel more, but that also implies she doesn’t actually get to it. But the way he sees it, if one truly wants a thing, then the only thing keeping them from it is their head. Other things get priority, but honestly, should they? Still, he’d like to hear her out, if only to get to know her better. She’s a no-nonsense type, he deduces when she asks him straight up what brings him here, and he grins at her. ”Neither, or both, depending on how you look at it.” he lets that sink in for a moment, then continues. ”There’s only… maybe three lands in this world I could pick as a suitable living environment. And since I left Icicle Isle to Jesper, I doubt that little icecube or my niece in Nerine, would appreciate seeing my face. So you see, as drawn to the cold as I am, I’m kind of stuck here.” he explains, tilting his head so that his draconic gaze captures her topaz orbs. ”And the view certainly doesn’t disappoint.” he adds casually, as if he means nothing by it. And in a way, he doesn’t - the spotted mare always in the back of his mind; but she isn’t around, and a tiny bit of flirting never hurt. Especially considering the possibility that she chose to stay where she was, and never follow. But he doesn’t want his good mood spoiled by the image of Breckin’s face of disapproval, which she would likely give him had she heard his remark - he swishes his tail, looking down on the world. It wasn’t so bad to be back here, at all. Beqanna would always draw him back, he knew now - though he wouldn’t dare ask this mare right away if any of his children were running around Hyaline, or anywhere else really. It wouldn’t be very polite to ask a mare about a rather large amount of offspring, sprouting different names (and several mothers named) in hopes of her recognizing them. She hadn’t seemed to recognise his name just now, so perhaps that gave him a relatively clean slate in these mountains. Or, you know, probably not, but one could hope and dream, right? Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Kensa - 07-28-2019 KENSA KENSA run me like a river @[Leilan] RE: The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world - any - Leilan - 08-02-2019 We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone ”Ah, duty. Such a downer, don’t you think?” his tail moves, but only half-heartedly as he never loses his grin and the topic doesn’t seem to interest him. ”I travelled less when on the Isle, as well - but that was only after I’d seen every part of the world at least once.“ he tells her. He shrugs. ”You just gotta find yourself the right babysitter while you make… diplomatic visits.” he tells her; a day, or even two, could be spared easily when one times it between duties. Then again, as a sole ruler it was harder to let go. With regret he looks back on the days when it was uncertain who would lead the little icecube and more so, what they would be doing with it if he left. He’d taken it upon himself to keep watch and tire them out, but at the cost of hardly being able to do what he wanted. But it was in the past, and it doesn’t do to dwell on it, he thinks. Instead, he is amused by Kensa’s question, as it is not often someone doesn’t know of him or his family. ”Yes, we’re quite similar in a way, actually. Please tell me she didn’t give you too hard a time though.” he says, wondering if her visit had been all business; it probably was. Sure, his niece isn’t as much of a joker as he is, but they’re both stubborn mules in their own right, not swayed their opinions easily. Kensa might be right not to ask further, as they’d worked together and against one another as easily as they go. Though, he wouldn’t say that the both of them dislike one another. He nods when she says Hyaline isn’t a prison. ”Oh, I don’t often get stuck at all,” he replies in a tone that says not to worry about it. He lets the topic switch, as she asks about his former home. He nods. ”There’s not too much to tell - it’s icy, and than means only those with the traits, wits, and probably a certain stubbornness go and actually stay there. I procured it for Nerine as a safeland for our younger ones at the time, though I met too much opposition for that to actually go through before spring.” A sigh, followed by a shake of mane. ”I followed my wife out of Beqanna a year or two back, and left it to Jesper. I believe he is a good warrior, but actually with a head on his shoulders as compared to me.“ he gives her a guilty grin. ”I hope your envoy isn’t afraid of foxes.” Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] |