12-31-2018, 08:11 AM
After catching up with Lily he had decided that he was going to wander around her home and see if the place was everything she thought it was. Or if was everything he might come to think it was. So, his legs carried him through the Pampas. His nose catching the different scents, the mix of pine with the aroma of the river and the salt from the sea. His eyes finding agreeable spots here and there, places to nap, to play, to find others. He noted where the lingering scents of other horses were and tucked those away for later.
All in all as he curved himself around the last leg of the river, this place was turning out to be okay. He made his way up over the dunes here, heading north back into the tall grasses turned golden brown with autumn. He is still, bright purple and magenta amongst them as he closes his eyes and takes in the moment of silence.
Until, her voice breaks it. He blinks his eyes open, tilts his head in her direction and starts to move again. He moves until he finds her, golden herself with the touches of navy. “Indeed, lady. I am.” A mischievous smile curling his lips. His eyes travel along her body, lingering there on the way that her wing seemed to be held. His nostrils flared automatically but being upwind of her he could not smell anything...yet.
And then he decided, well, if she was hiding something then perhaps if he behaved himself he would find out the normal way. The scheming part of his brain was put on hold. He shakes out his own multi-hued wings, settles them back against his side and cocks one leg in a relaxed manner. “My name is Chaol. Who do you happen to be?”
All in all as he curved himself around the last leg of the river, this place was turning out to be okay. He made his way up over the dunes here, heading north back into the tall grasses turned golden brown with autumn. He is still, bright purple and magenta amongst them as he closes his eyes and takes in the moment of silence.
Until, her voice breaks it. He blinks his eyes open, tilts his head in her direction and starts to move again. He moves until he finds her, golden herself with the touches of navy. “Indeed, lady. I am.” A mischievous smile curling his lips. His eyes travel along her body, lingering there on the way that her wing seemed to be held. His nostrils flared automatically but being upwind of her he could not smell anything...yet.
And then he decided, well, if she was hiding something then perhaps if he behaved himself he would find out the normal way. The scheming part of his brain was put on hold. He shakes out his own multi-hued wings, settles them back against his side and cocks one leg in a relaxed manner. “My name is Chaol. Who do you happen to be?”