10-01-2017, 06:11 PM
Shirad
She has ventured too far today, somehow passing over the border of her home and into the foothills of Loess, though she has yet to learn about kingdoms or borders so it all feels the same to young Shirad. Tauber can't seem to adventure during the daytime - the sun hurts his eyes and makes it difficult for the buckskin colt to see, so he stays in the shadows of the forest canopy until the dusk finds them, as it is apt to do.
Her teal body moves comfortably over the rolling hills, her amber eyes greedily drinking in the scenery as she goes. She's never seen anything so open, or so bright. Sylva's yellow canopy can get bright when the sun hangs low overhead, but it does little more than splash a golden tinge across the hidden earth. The filly's purple and blue mane bounces as she trots and her short tail billows behind her as best as it can; her ears press forward with unbridled intrigue and when the daughter of Carnage sets her silver eyes upon the black tobiano, she is swift to head in his direction.
She is wary as she nears the young stallion though not afraid, she has met enough unsavory characters in her short life to be used to them by now. She kicks up less turf as she slows her star-marked legs to a walk and then finally to a halt a few yards from the dragon-scaled stranger. "Hello, sir. Can you tell me where I am?" she questions without prelude, her teal head tilted slightly to the side as she considers the black and white male.
Her teal body moves comfortably over the rolling hills, her amber eyes greedily drinking in the scenery as she goes. She's never seen anything so open, or so bright. Sylva's yellow canopy can get bright when the sun hangs low overhead, but it does little more than splash a golden tinge across the hidden earth. The filly's purple and blue mane bounces as she trots and her short tail billows behind her as best as it can; her ears press forward with unbridled intrigue and when the daughter of Carnage sets her silver eyes upon the black tobiano, she is swift to head in his direction.
She is wary as she nears the young stallion though not afraid, she has met enough unsavory characters in her short life to be used to them by now. She kicks up less turf as she slows her star-marked legs to a walk and then finally to a halt a few yards from the dragon-scaled stranger. "Hello, sir. Can you tell me where I am?" she questions without prelude, her teal head tilted slightly to the side as she considers the black and white male.
If the morning light don't steal our soul, we will walk away from empty gold.
@[Ivar]