Juice
01-28-2019, 08:53 AM
He may be young and naive but, he was not oblivious to the unwelcome gaze of this Ivar. Then again, one of Sylva's own entourage appears taken aback when Juice forms before their eyes. He takes a mental not that, perhaps, his trait is best left unseen. Could it come in handy as a spy? At the moment, Sylva had not called for such a caste; however, he would happily serve if the opportunity arises. For now, he is a diplomatic student. So, he studies the diplomatic exchange between his dapple Queen and the Ischian stag. A tour around the tropical scene is offered and accepted. Juice makes a point to remain silent. If his appearance was not exactly welcome, he figures it best if he not draw attention to himself.
The young male falls in stride alongside the pale blue-and-white-splashed lady, Valdis. He cannot help but note the interest in the air between the stallion leading them through the sands and the females. Juice ponders what other social encounters entail before he realizes he has fallen behind. Silently, he picks up a springy trot and, only slows to a walk when he is within a horse-length of the Valdis' gold tail. At this point, their path had narrowed considerably and, marching beside the winged mare would not be possible. The bay splash admires the scene. He certainly understands the appeal of clear, teal waters, sun-bleached shores and a central mass of dense green foliage. Unbeknownst to him, his sire walked these very shores and breathed this salty air.
The young male falls in stride alongside the pale blue-and-white-splashed lady, Valdis. He cannot help but note the interest in the air between the stallion leading them through the sands and the females. Juice ponders what other social encounters entail before he realizes he has fallen behind. Silently, he picks up a springy trot and, only slows to a walk when he is within a horse-length of the Valdis' gold tail. At this point, their path had narrowed considerably and, marching beside the winged mare would not be possible. The bay splash admires the scene. He certainly understands the appeal of clear, teal waters, sun-bleached shores and a central mass of dense green foliage. Unbeknownst to him, his sire walked these very shores and breathed this salty air.
@[Ivar]
@[Mary]
@[Valdis]