01-15-2020, 02:11 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
The snip-and-splotch bay has an air that’s similar to Leilan - similar and different. Perhaps that’s how he could have been without the drama of his life - and how he would have been had he not done some things that could not be altered.
But he could be, nearer to himself, and he would. It’s what his time of ‘banishment’ to the coldest place in the world, had done to him - his time of self reflection. He’d done it reluctantly at first, searched for all the holes in the net, and then accepted it as something good.
It was good, truly. Good for him. Good for the world, no doubt, as he had time to reinvent himself.
”Sick of the water, huh? I guess that’s a way of saying it… I’m Leilan, by the way.” His green-blue eyes scan the male sideways, then he bows down to take a bit of the grass. Not an easy feat with his teeth, but he’s used to it by now. The scaled roan continues the topic of water effortlessly after that. ”There’s plenty sorts of water in Beqanna. Are you looking for any particular seas? Does it need to have a lot of fish?” he inquires, his tail casually moving as he looks upon the other stallion. He’s quite charming, if Leilan says so himself - certainly the ladies would flock to him every now or then. The question is if he wants that to happen constantly, or rather sporadically.
It is then that the draconic stallion and his two-spotted friend are overtaken by another. The Resort leader, Ruinam. His smell might have altered a little, yet Leilan did not notice at first glance, as he hadn’t seen him for years. He’d once attempted diplomacy as Icicle Isle’s leader, thought it a joke on himself and shortly after the trip to the Resort, had quit his job entirely. Not that Ruinam had anything to do with it.
One thing he remembered though. ”Have you finally sent your foxy friend to colder climates, Ruinam?” The arctic fox after all, had had no pleasure from living in the tropical Island Resort, he had estimated back then.
Before the white stallion can answer however, a fourth joins them. Thank goodness not another male - three was a nice enough bachelor group, but also already made a crowd. The young lady introduces herself as Cyprin, skilfully inserting herself in the water conversation. It seems she wants to add something, then changes her mind and talks about the Pampas.
This is interesting. Both the Resort and the Pampas aren’t exactly the coldest climates. But he might just make do in either.
”Tell me Cyprin, Ruinam,” ladies first always, ”something about the climate and inhabitants of your home? Perhaps we could visit both if we were to find a good watering… spot.” As if searching for a word not already used, and very accidentally landing on ‘spot’ when his gaze meets that of his newest friend’s with a mischievous grin in currently bright emerald eyes.
But he could be, nearer to himself, and he would. It’s what his time of ‘banishment’ to the coldest place in the world, had done to him - his time of self reflection. He’d done it reluctantly at first, searched for all the holes in the net, and then accepted it as something good.
It was good, truly. Good for him. Good for the world, no doubt, as he had time to reinvent himself.
”Sick of the water, huh? I guess that’s a way of saying it… I’m Leilan, by the way.” His green-blue eyes scan the male sideways, then he bows down to take a bit of the grass. Not an easy feat with his teeth, but he’s used to it by now. The scaled roan continues the topic of water effortlessly after that. ”There’s plenty sorts of water in Beqanna. Are you looking for any particular seas? Does it need to have a lot of fish?” he inquires, his tail casually moving as he looks upon the other stallion. He’s quite charming, if Leilan says so himself - certainly the ladies would flock to him every now or then. The question is if he wants that to happen constantly, or rather sporadically.
It is then that the draconic stallion and his two-spotted friend are overtaken by another. The Resort leader, Ruinam. His smell might have altered a little, yet Leilan did not notice at first glance, as he hadn’t seen him for years. He’d once attempted diplomacy as Icicle Isle’s leader, thought it a joke on himself and shortly after the trip to the Resort, had quit his job entirely. Not that Ruinam had anything to do with it.
One thing he remembered though. ”Have you finally sent your foxy friend to colder climates, Ruinam?” The arctic fox after all, had had no pleasure from living in the tropical Island Resort, he had estimated back then.
Before the white stallion can answer however, a fourth joins them. Thank goodness not another male - three was a nice enough bachelor group, but also already made a crowd. The young lady introduces herself as Cyprin, skilfully inserting herself in the water conversation. It seems she wants to add something, then changes her mind and talks about the Pampas.
This is interesting. Both the Resort and the Pampas aren’t exactly the coldest climates. But he might just make do in either.
”Tell me Cyprin, Ruinam,” ladies first always, ”something about the climate and inhabitants of your home? Perhaps we could visit both if we were to find a good watering… spot.” As if searching for a word not already used, and very accidentally landing on ‘spot’ when his gaze meets that of his newest friend’s with a mischievous grin in currently bright emerald eyes.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Arquus] @[Ruinam] @[Cyprin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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