as the winds blow, so will I know...
Dawn on the coast was truly one of the most wonderful sights to see. It is one of his very favorites, even of everything he had seen on his many travels. The sunrise on this beach especially took the cake; made all the better by being his. His home. For the first time in forever, he gloried at the feeling. Comfort, security. It wasn't the Jungle, but it was Nerine, and he had become quite fond of her. Several months had passed since he had been invited to come here, since he first laid eyes on the place, since he had decided to stay. Enough time had passed for him to mourn the old lands, the old ways. He would always miss the Jungle, but it was gone. He accepted it. They were fortunate enough, thanks to Naga stepping up to the plate, to be graced with this land. A wonderful place, suitable and worthy. Home. But would it always be for him?
A hint of concern turned his typically smiling face into a bit of a frown as he wondered how Nayl would change things if she won the crown. He doesn't worry whether she will be a good queen, or even a not so good one. No, instead he wondered what she planned to do about his presence among the women here. And Sim isn't the only one, for he had scented at least two others here before. He simply can't fathom being turned out, although he does not know how well he would take becoming a man slave, if that was to be the alternative. The roan stallion shook his head to clear the thoughts away. A short time would tell what would soon become of the coastline of Nerine. For now, he continued his patrol, generally relaxed and stopping now and again for a bite of the lush grasses.
A breeze passed by, bringing him two familiar scents and Sim immediately perked up. One was the Queen herself, and the other was that lingering smell of another stallion whose traces he'd come across, though never the man himself. Curious, and excited to see the ebony lady, he set into an easy trot over a hill or two before they finally came into view. First, he registered their posture. The stallion, as inky black as the night and their queen, stood next to the woman, both facing the caves in the distance. The other man's voice reached his ears, though he was too far to catch the words. His tones were smooth, though, and calm. Naga's own posture seemed relaxed enough, so he was able to come to the conclusion they knew each other.
A smile spread over the bay roan's lips, and he extended his strides to cover ground a bit faster, though never breaking a trot. Before too long, Simeon reached them and released a deep whicker in welcome before coming to the queen's free side. "Naga! Signora! It is good to see you around again." His deep voice was smooth as always, filled with friendly tones and his Italian accent. He didn't mean to necessarily point out her disappearance, merely stating pleasantries. "I have missed you, amica! La bella costa has as well." All truth, unfortunately the latter in particular. In friendly affection, Simeon reached his muzzle out to gently nudge and brush the woman's shoulder before stepping forward and turning in to somewhat face both horses. His mismatched gaze, the left eye brown and the other green, lingered a moment on the queen's face before sliding over to the stallion beside her. His smile remained in place, though not quite as wide once he addressed him (to be expected when meeting another for the first time, no rudeness intended). "Perdonami, signore. We haven't the pleasure of meeting, although I can't help but recognize your scent. My name is Simeon." He dipped his broad head in greeting before returning it to a comfortable raised height, giving the obsidian man a solid once-over and then resuming eye contact. "What might I call you?"
A hint of concern turned his typically smiling face into a bit of a frown as he wondered how Nayl would change things if she won the crown. He doesn't worry whether she will be a good queen, or even a not so good one. No, instead he wondered what she planned to do about his presence among the women here. And Sim isn't the only one, for he had scented at least two others here before. He simply can't fathom being turned out, although he does not know how well he would take becoming a man slave, if that was to be the alternative. The roan stallion shook his head to clear the thoughts away. A short time would tell what would soon become of the coastline of Nerine. For now, he continued his patrol, generally relaxed and stopping now and again for a bite of the lush grasses.
A breeze passed by, bringing him two familiar scents and Sim immediately perked up. One was the Queen herself, and the other was that lingering smell of another stallion whose traces he'd come across, though never the man himself. Curious, and excited to see the ebony lady, he set into an easy trot over a hill or two before they finally came into view. First, he registered their posture. The stallion, as inky black as the night and their queen, stood next to the woman, both facing the caves in the distance. The other man's voice reached his ears, though he was too far to catch the words. His tones were smooth, though, and calm. Naga's own posture seemed relaxed enough, so he was able to come to the conclusion they knew each other.
A smile spread over the bay roan's lips, and he extended his strides to cover ground a bit faster, though never breaking a trot. Before too long, Simeon reached them and released a deep whicker in welcome before coming to the queen's free side. "Naga! Signora! It is good to see you around again." His deep voice was smooth as always, filled with friendly tones and his Italian accent. He didn't mean to necessarily point out her disappearance, merely stating pleasantries. "I have missed you, amica! La bella costa has as well." All truth, unfortunately the latter in particular. In friendly affection, Simeon reached his muzzle out to gently nudge and brush the woman's shoulder before stepping forward and turning in to somewhat face both horses. His mismatched gaze, the left eye brown and the other green, lingered a moment on the queen's face before sliding over to the stallion beside her. His smile remained in place, though not quite as wide once he addressed him (to be expected when meeting another for the first time, no rudeness intended). "Perdonami, signore. We haven't the pleasure of meeting, although I can't help but recognize your scent. My name is Simeon." He dipped his broad head in greeting before returning it to a comfortable raised height, giving the obsidian man a solid once-over and then resuming eye contact. "What might I call you?"
as the grasses grow, so will I go…
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
OOC: Yes, I'm lazy and recycled some from my last post into this one xD hope it's alright and is cool that he joined in <3