the secret of our world is written in the stars
Svedka is known for a late-afternoon doze, and perhaps that is where he had been heading when he came across the little filly and her companion. He hadn’t meant to startle anyone, of course, but the moment their figures came into view he could not help himself as he went to investigate. The stallion would have gotten closer if she had not heard him, and perhaps even nudge the child awake. But the girl has heard him, lifting her tiny head quizzically and half-asleep, searching the quiet copse of autumnal trees for a sign of movement. The stallion does not hesitate to appear, for he hadn’t even stopped in his walk towards her. The dying sunlight of late afternoon filters through the canopy and plays gentle patterns on his milk-and-honey coat, the chilly wind curling his blue-streaked mane around his handsome face and twirling the black and red feather behind his ear in its cold fingers. There are remnants of flower petals scattered throughout his mane haphazardly, most dying and brittle, but one vividly orange. It is the one that Kagerus had given him - the panther lily - and though it is close to death from being plucked, it clings to life in the ivory tendrils of his mane.
“Just me,” he replies, his voice deep yet gentle. “I’m called Svedka.” He wonders if he is meant to introduce himself with his title, the Heart, but she is so young he knows she will not care for political correctness.
His cerulean gaze is set on the filly, though once he is before them and he halts, he lowers his head to glance curiously to the shadow-feline beside her, his head tilting quizzically. He had never seen anything like it before - a fully living creature (seemingly so) that appears to be made only of shadow and tricks of the light. He snorts softly, wondering if he would be able to control his urge to reach forward and touch the creature - would it dissolve into nothingness, like a cloud? Or would it be solid and if so, warm? The puzzlement is evident on the alabaster and gold of his face, his lips pressed into an firm line as he thinks so carefully about this strange beast before him. “What’s that?” he asks poignantly, for he had never seen a lynx before nor has he never seen a shadow-animal.
Svedka has forgotten to ask for the child’s name, as he is enamoured with the nameless shadow-being before him. He even goes so far as to take a few steps closer to it, nose flaring as he tries to decipher what is before him simply by scent and sight. Ever curious and never cautious, the stallion stretches his neck towards the feline, intent on touching it with the velveteen of his pale muzzle.
“Just me,” he replies, his voice deep yet gentle. “I’m called Svedka.” He wonders if he is meant to introduce himself with his title, the Heart, but she is so young he knows she will not care for political correctness.
His cerulean gaze is set on the filly, though once he is before them and he halts, he lowers his head to glance curiously to the shadow-feline beside her, his head tilting quizzically. He had never seen anything like it before - a fully living creature (seemingly so) that appears to be made only of shadow and tricks of the light. He snorts softly, wondering if he would be able to control his urge to reach forward and touch the creature - would it dissolve into nothingness, like a cloud? Or would it be solid and if so, warm? The puzzlement is evident on the alabaster and gold of his face, his lips pressed into an firm line as he thinks so carefully about this strange beast before him. “What’s that?” he asks poignantly, for he had never seen a lynx before nor has he never seen a shadow-animal.
Svedka has forgotten to ask for the child’s name, as he is enamoured with the nameless shadow-being before him. He even goes so far as to take a few steps closer to it, nose flaring as he tries to decipher what is before him simply by scent and sight. Ever curious and never cautious, the stallion stretches his neck towards the feline, intent on touching it with the velveteen of his pale muzzle.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[glim]
feel free to have Dim react however he would like!
