The days were starting to grow a little longer, and the worst of frostbite had left the aire less crispy. For Leilan this came as a blessing, because he had spent his summer and most of the fall in Ischia, where a winter coat had not been needed - so for a few days he had been shivering (of course he did not let Arthas see this). But now he had gotten used to it, he had come to realize he had not met all Loess’ members. Arthas had once mentioned a mare named Taria - ‘shut up and go visit sylva with Taria’ had been the exact words, as he remembered - and so the gold-and-silver-maned bay roan was wondering who she was, what she was doing here and what she was like. Perhaps she would turn out to be likable company. One could never know until one tried, and so he set out to look for her, tracing all of Loess systematically until he caught an unknown female scent. It was a gamble, but he was fairly sure that he would remember Despayr’s, so he simply gave it a go. Seeing someone in the distance, he nickered softly towards them, her, hopefully, in greeting. |
@[Taria] I wanted him to get to know everyone currently in Loess, so I hope you don’t mind! Let me know if you need me to change anything
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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