11-03-2018, 11:55 AM
Ardashir
The world had gone mad it seemed and at the worst time. The snow had started to fall and foals had been on the ground only a couple of months now. The earth of beqanna itself even quaked with the chances. There were shouts of panic of where to run, where to hide for safety. It seemed that new lands had roared up from the sea and one of them in the north of the newly shaped beqanna. Icicle isle a land covered in snow and seemingly so unwelcome to those who had fled to its shore. The winter season had taken hold here and was likely not to lets its claws be pried back by anything season, or magic.
The group that came here was in a panic but slowly starting to calm down. The cold of this new place tickled the nostrils not only with its breath stealing menace but, also those foreign smells of a strange new land that should be respected.
Ardashir had made his way to this new land at requests from multiple sides. There might have also been a little bit of his own curiosity that helped his feet move. He was worried for Nerine and for Nalia. He was not one to panic though and knew that those who wanted safety from this ‘plague’ would surely come to these safe zones. Ardashir was not the first to walk on the shores of this land and surely he would not be the last to stumble in.
The scents of others came on the cold wind but, Ardashir followed only one strong scent. The scent of scales and a mixture of the spotted queen.
He came to where the gold flecked stallion Leilan had landed and offered a nod in greeting. The white stallion leaving room between them as he looked around some. The stag was not sure he wanted to break the silence that hung in the air around the two of them at the moment.
The group that came here was in a panic but slowly starting to calm down. The cold of this new place tickled the nostrils not only with its breath stealing menace but, also those foreign smells of a strange new land that should be respected.
Ardashir had made his way to this new land at requests from multiple sides. There might have also been a little bit of his own curiosity that helped his feet move. He was worried for Nerine and for Nalia. He was not one to panic though and knew that those who wanted safety from this ‘plague’ would surely come to these safe zones. Ardashir was not the first to walk on the shores of this land and surely he would not be the last to stumble in.
The scents of others came on the cold wind but, Ardashir followed only one strong scent. The scent of scales and a mixture of the spotted queen.
He came to where the gold flecked stallion Leilan had landed and offered a nod in greeting. The white stallion leaving room between them as he looked around some. The stag was not sure he wanted to break the silence that hung in the air around the two of them at the moment.
The blue in an ocean of gray..
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.