07-09-2018, 05:40 PM
Ardashir
Another presence made itself known as the small group had gathered. Ard turned his head a moment to look at the hairless mare. Scorch Her name came to his mind and she had another name at one point Queen . The time worn mare had led the ladies and some of the gentleman of Nerine for a time. He had to think a quick moment that it must have been after the passing of the ebony queen. Scorch spoke to Isobell and the filly that had come with her.
He noted how she greeted the once queen and he flicked his ears a couple times before offering that silver voice to the group once more, “ Well. If we are all being so formal today. I am Ardashir orphan son, and champion of Nerine. I serve as protector to our Queen.” He did not bow his head but, he did not hike it up in any manner that might make them think he was a snob. Ardashir was anything but. He would protect this land and his queen, and those that served her. He scented the air a moment taking in all of the perfumes of those gathered here. The sea salt was still heavy on the tabino mare and, there was a hint of a male on her as well. He could only guess the name Ivar..
The porcelain stag stood in place like a statue. He was still very much a child before these two once queens. He looked to the younger of the group the mare that had come with Isobell, “ What is your story? He asked and flicked his ears forward to listen.
He noted how she greeted the once queen and he flicked his ears a couple times before offering that silver voice to the group once more, “ Well. If we are all being so formal today. I am Ardashir orphan son, and champion of Nerine. I serve as protector to our Queen.” He did not bow his head but, he did not hike it up in any manner that might make them think he was a snob. Ardashir was anything but. He would protect this land and his queen, and those that served her. He scented the air a moment taking in all of the perfumes of those gathered here. The sea salt was still heavy on the tabino mare and, there was a hint of a male on her as well. He could only guess the name Ivar..
The porcelain stag stood in place like a statue. He was still very much a child before these two once queens. He looked to the younger of the group the mare that had come with Isobell, “ What is your story? He asked and flicked his ears forward to listen.
The blue in an ocean of gray..
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.