Beneath the naked boughs of the lakeside wisteria tree, the gilded akhal-teke revels in the noontime sun. It's not as warm as he would like it to be, but his dragonhide offers ample protection from winter's icy chill and, despite the current snow that blankets the earth, the winds bring signs of spring just around the corner.
His nostrils flare at the promise of soon-to-be-budding tree boughs, at the scent of melt from the mountains ─ and then, the crisp mountains carry him the scent of an unfamiliar visitor. Amet lifts his gold and bronze head high, sleek neck outstretched as his bright amber eyes scan the just-barely frozen lake and its snow-painted surroundings. As if on cue, a call rings through the mountains and into the heart of the valley. Ever the attentive Primarch, the dragonhide stallion immediately sets out in the direction of the echoing call, his long legs eating up ground and kicking up clouds of snow as he lopes swiftly in the direction of Hyaline's newest visitor.
It doesn't take him long to find the alabaster pegasus, his honey eyes alighting on her pregnant figure in the distance on one of Hyaline's most frequently used paths. This one leads back to Silver Cove by way of Pangea, and the thought of having a visitor from one of the other Eastern kingdoms settles a warm smile upon the stallion's handsome face.
"Good afternoon, friend," he greets her kindly, with a warm shine to his eyes. Slowing his gait until finally he comes to heel a few yards before the white woman, Amet presses his ears forward and dips his narrow head in greeting. "Welcome to Hyaline. I am Amet."
His nostrils flutter and find the familiar scents of Kagerus and Solace on her pelt ─ both whole-heartedly welcome. "I hope that things are well in the Cove? Perhaps we can find somewhere the snow is shallower while you visit ─ back towards the lake, shall we?" His eyes search hers with interest, genuinely hopeful that she has not come with bad news from the Crown of the East (though her countenance does not betray any negative omens), and instead that she has simply come to visit Hyaline, the true apple of his eye.
─ don't get cut on my edges
@[Ilma] ♥