07-26-2017, 08:07 PM
ORION'S BELT
It has been a journey. From finding the lone foal to the proposal brought by the pied mare. He is confident in his decision and since the lands are a subkingdom of his loyalties he doesn't think there to be an issue. He slows his pace to match the child following at his side. An ever observant blue eye upon the young colt as the other scans for danger. His ears survey the area as well, he could hear danger before he'd ever see it.
They traverse steadily across the lands. Autumn hues nearing upon the skyline with each step. "Ye will love Nerine, Rhysand. There 'tis a ivory sanded beach just before thy ocean. Ye can race across them with thy breeze in ye's mane," his eyes wander in a dream like state to his homeland. A smile pulls across his lips. But they were not headed there, not yet.
An incline lie ahead. He looks to the colt before moving onward. His large muscular frame climbs it easily but as he looks back the blotched colt struggles a bit. He slows and waits for the child to catch up. Craning his large profile he lowers his muzzle, bringing it behind Rhysands rear. An encouraging nudge given as he helps the colt reach the top.
Perched upon the hill they look out across the hues of red and gold foilage. They have made it. He flashes the child a brilliant smile before announcing their arrival. "This 'tis Sylva. Our home for now, Rhysand. What do ye think?" His tone gentle for such a large stallion. He has never visited the lands and looks forward to sharing the new experience with his son.
They traverse steadily across the lands. Autumn hues nearing upon the skyline with each step. "Ye will love Nerine, Rhysand. There 'tis a ivory sanded beach just before thy ocean. Ye can race across them with thy breeze in ye's mane," his eyes wander in a dream like state to his homeland. A smile pulls across his lips. But they were not headed there, not yet.
An incline lie ahead. He looks to the colt before moving onward. His large muscular frame climbs it easily but as he looks back the blotched colt struggles a bit. He slows and waits for the child to catch up. Craning his large profile he lowers his muzzle, bringing it behind Rhysands rear. An encouraging nudge given as he helps the colt reach the top.
Perched upon the hill they look out across the hues of red and gold foilage. They have made it. He flashes the child a brilliant smile before announcing their arrival. "This 'tis Sylva. Our home for now, Rhysand. What do ye think?" His tone gentle for such a large stallion. He has never visited the lands and looks forward to sharing the new experience with his son.
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