01-23-2020, 05:45 PM
When the chill of winter left the land, gave way to mud and crocus lurching from the earth, he stepped out on the world once again. Tephra knew the cold only as a distant thing, far away from her steaming heart.
There was vegetation he had missed, despite the verdant kingdom's seemingly endless variety. Plants that needed a season of sleep before they would dared emerge from the thawing earth. Brief flowers that brought a smile to his face when he found them. Wild iris and violets lifted their brilliant faces to him as he passed, ephemeral as morning dew.
The fire painted stallion made his way through the meadow, soaking in sunlight and scenery. A rare moment of unadulterated peace settled on his back. The meadow was dotted with others, in their twos and threes. It seemed he was not the only one who was taking the opportunity for a spring day walk today.
A trickling stream sparkled not far off. It wound through the meadow like a silver ribbon, vivid green thriving at its edges. The heavy weight of his feet plodded through the growth, hooves sticky with mud. The water was a crystal invitation, and he bent to drag a swallow to his lips. A rough chuckle interrupted the action as he spied the darting beams of silver that fled his looming shadow. Fish fry, yet another sign of the life that was bursting at Beqanna's seams this time of year.
He was not alone in his appreciation of the stream's delights. A small girl, so much legs and wings that he knew she must be from this season's crop of foals. She had been here longer than he had, and still no mother seemed to claim her. This was not the playground, with its built in safeties and mindful fairies. He watched a moment longer, determining if she truly was alone. It seemed she was.
A wuffling sort of groan escaped him, gruff man moved to action. "Hello," he greeted, doing his best to look harmless. An uncertain smile tugged his mouth, adding a measure of warmth to his typically stern features. "They're quite something, aren't they?" He asked in his broken rasp, gesturing to the dancing minnows with a jerk of his nose. It had been such a long time since he had interacted with one so young, playing to the little creatures seemed to be his best plan at the moment.
@[Soma]
There was vegetation he had missed, despite the verdant kingdom's seemingly endless variety. Plants that needed a season of sleep before they would dared emerge from the thawing earth. Brief flowers that brought a smile to his face when he found them. Wild iris and violets lifted their brilliant faces to him as he passed, ephemeral as morning dew.
The fire painted stallion made his way through the meadow, soaking in sunlight and scenery. A rare moment of unadulterated peace settled on his back. The meadow was dotted with others, in their twos and threes. It seemed he was not the only one who was taking the opportunity for a spring day walk today.
A trickling stream sparkled not far off. It wound through the meadow like a silver ribbon, vivid green thriving at its edges. The heavy weight of his feet plodded through the growth, hooves sticky with mud. The water was a crystal invitation, and he bent to drag a swallow to his lips. A rough chuckle interrupted the action as he spied the darting beams of silver that fled his looming shadow. Fish fry, yet another sign of the life that was bursting at Beqanna's seams this time of year.
He was not alone in his appreciation of the stream's delights. A small girl, so much legs and wings that he knew she must be from this season's crop of foals. She had been here longer than he had, and still no mother seemed to claim her. This was not the playground, with its built in safeties and mindful fairies. He watched a moment longer, determining if she truly was alone. It seemed she was.
A wuffling sort of groan escaped him, gruff man moved to action. "Hello," he greeted, doing his best to look harmless. An uncertain smile tugged his mouth, adding a measure of warmth to his typically stern features. "They're quite something, aren't they?" He asked in his broken rasp, gesturing to the dancing minnows with a jerk of his nose. It had been such a long time since he had interacted with one so young, playing to the little creatures seemed to be his best plan at the moment.
@[Soma]