10-15-2019, 08:14 PM
As they draw near he steals bits of their vision, little flashes that will seem no more than a blink. He looks at himself through Oceane's eyes, then at both of them through Ruinam's and the trio via Castile. It is a little dizzying but he remains upright, and opens his own eyes just in time to see the displeased pursing of the blue mare's lips.
Uncertain, the pegasus takes a step backward. Done just as Ruinam arrives. The stallion is boisterous and friendly, with a brightest smile that the brindle can remember seeing. Of course, he remembers little, only a few flashes of color and light before waking up in the earth. "Hello." He replies, a soft cough clearing his throat as his voices rasps on the pair of syllables. There is no time to try again; the orange eyed stallion has started to speak.
They are in the Field, says the tall piebald stallion, in Beqanna. That second word means something to him. The young stallion narrows his eyes for a fraction of a moment, but the origin of the familiarity is out of reach. The most recent arrival seems focused on the blue mare; he asks for her name - not for the pale stallion's or the boy's own. The boy is glad - he does not know his name.
The white stallion had asked what brought them to the Field, and rather than fade into nothingness and disappear(though the urge is strong), the brindle answers. "I don't know where else to go." He has no where else to go, truly. There is food and water here (though it grows ever sparser as winter draws near) and he supposes he might make a life here amid the gentle hills. "I came to see if Oceane might know where we are."
That was in vain, it seems clear now. She is as new to this place - Beqanna - as he thinks he must be. "I'm Blu." He adds, because that is true, even if not his real name. Perhaps it is his real name, he reasons. He can't recall any other and this seems as good as any other.
@[Oceane]
@[Ruinam]
@[Castile]
Uncertain, the pegasus takes a step backward. Done just as Ruinam arrives. The stallion is boisterous and friendly, with a brightest smile that the brindle can remember seeing. Of course, he remembers little, only a few flashes of color and light before waking up in the earth. "Hello." He replies, a soft cough clearing his throat as his voices rasps on the pair of syllables. There is no time to try again; the orange eyed stallion has started to speak.
They are in the Field, says the tall piebald stallion, in Beqanna. That second word means something to him. The young stallion narrows his eyes for a fraction of a moment, but the origin of the familiarity is out of reach. The most recent arrival seems focused on the blue mare; he asks for her name - not for the pale stallion's or the boy's own. The boy is glad - he does not know his name.
The white stallion had asked what brought them to the Field, and rather than fade into nothingness and disappear(though the urge is strong), the brindle answers. "I don't know where else to go." He has no where else to go, truly. There is food and water here (though it grows ever sparser as winter draws near) and he supposes he might make a life here amid the gentle hills. "I came to see if Oceane might know where we are."
That was in vain, it seems clear now. She is as new to this place - Beqanna - as he thinks he must be. "I'm Blu." He adds, because that is true, even if not his real name. Perhaps it is his real name, he reasons. He can't recall any other and this seems as good as any other.
@[Oceane]
@[Ruinam]
@[Castile]