01-13-2018, 07:25 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
It is not his ‘job’ to greet newcomers. In fact, he didn’t have a job in Hyaline at all. He prefers not to worry about the politics and diplomatics as much as his twin sister, though if he did have any sort of duty it was to advise and accompany her in faith and loyalty - and to Svedka, that was not a job at all. It has been what he’s done since the moment of their birth, and Solace treated him the same way. They are two parts of a whole, forever intertwined in a friendship that will survive the eternal rise of the moon and setting of the sun. However, it is not surprising that Svedka is out adventuring through Hyaline, searching for something unique and different to satiate his wanderlusting appetite, something to explore or something brand new to discover deep within Hyaline’s craggy outcropping of rocks and mountain.
The snow of winter mostly rests on the mountain’s peaks now, but the ice and snow only just has begun to thaw, leaving a muddy earth beneath his hooves and a damp, wet chill in the air. By the time he reaches the near borders of his sister’s home, the yellow-gold and white stallion is covered with wet earth, his ivory legs now stained a muddy brown from his traveling through the thaw. Spring will soon take hold in the valley and Svedka cannot wait - the water will be a delight to swim in once again, and all of the flora of vivid colorful tapestries will decorate the entire hillside. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever encountered in the natural world.
Again, Svedka doesn’t have a job here in Hyaline, but he is not capable of passing by a stranger and merely ignoring them. When his cerulean gaze falls on the stallion, he snorts softly with interest and quickly tweaks his direction so that his brisk trot will lead him straight to the stranger. His ears are pricked forward, a curiosity blazing on his handsome face, taking in the shape of the silvered man with dark, muscular legs. The son of Warrick and Tangerine draws to a halt before him, his blue-streaked mane and forelock carefully falling around his face. He expels a breath as his mouth turns upward in a smile, vapor leaving his lips in the cold air.
“Why hello there,” he begins, bobbing his head. “I’m Svedka. Were you waiting for me?”
Svedka is unaware (or he cares not) for the politeness that is waiting beyond the borders to be welcomed in, and is finding it rather funny that this stallion had been stoically poised here, as if awaiting his presence before him.
The snow of winter mostly rests on the mountain’s peaks now, but the ice and snow only just has begun to thaw, leaving a muddy earth beneath his hooves and a damp, wet chill in the air. By the time he reaches the near borders of his sister’s home, the yellow-gold and white stallion is covered with wet earth, his ivory legs now stained a muddy brown from his traveling through the thaw. Spring will soon take hold in the valley and Svedka cannot wait - the water will be a delight to swim in once again, and all of the flora of vivid colorful tapestries will decorate the entire hillside. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever encountered in the natural world.
Again, Svedka doesn’t have a job here in Hyaline, but he is not capable of passing by a stranger and merely ignoring them. When his cerulean gaze falls on the stallion, he snorts softly with interest and quickly tweaks his direction so that his brisk trot will lead him straight to the stranger. His ears are pricked forward, a curiosity blazing on his handsome face, taking in the shape of the silvered man with dark, muscular legs. The son of Warrick and Tangerine draws to a halt before him, his blue-streaked mane and forelock carefully falling around his face. He expels a breath as his mouth turns upward in a smile, vapor leaving his lips in the cold air.
“Why hello there,” he begins, bobbing his head. “I’m Svedka. Were you waiting for me?”
Svedka is unaware (or he cares not) for the politeness that is waiting beyond the borders to be welcomed in, and is finding it rather funny that this stallion had been stoically poised here, as if awaiting his presence before him.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kasanova]