06-25-2021, 09:03 AM
The old Goaticorn had more or less abandoned doing the rounds. Taiga was, as he’d always said, an open place for horsekind to enter and exit freely. If that useless boy Targaryen was ever around (he thought with an elder’s gruff appreciation) well then he could do it. Or maybe Reynard might get an itch to help. Or someone else, he didn’t care.
But the ingression of a pair of horses deep into the inner heartswood did peak the interest of the bearded, somewhat lucid stallion.
Residue. The sticky, clinging memory of an encounter he’d had with Mazikeen suddenly came to mind - bringing a moment of clarity with it - and Yan raised a cotton-filled head toward the source of it. His companion, a hefty hen chicken covered in bold, red feathers, pecked once or twice at his forehead to keep him focused. At her behest the long-legged hybrid took off in a trot to meet the Hyaline leader.
Upon his arrival he exclaimed, “What’s this?! Mazikeen? Gale?” At the magnificent pair, and then (looking down) he saw Bolder - Nash’s boy. “And little brave Bolder too?”
Wasn’t this a surprise!
He sensed nothing of the tension that might’ve been obvious to anyone else happening on the scene, had little to no inclination of what was actually happening or had been occurring beyond the boundaries of his magical forest. If anything, his appearance could forestall the moment to come - but Yanhua didn’t decipher true intentions anymore. He wandered the woods and muttered to himself most days.
But then, suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.
“Wait a minute…” The horned chestnut acted serious. The hen atop his his (nested comfortably between his two large, backwards-curving horns) clucked low and long: trrrrk trrrk
“Is it my birthday?” Yan’s expression brightened, sure he’d figured out what was going on. “Are you all planning a surprise party?!!”
OOC: I’m not sure if this qualifies as a block but it’s certainly “something”.
But the ingression of a pair of horses deep into the inner heartswood did peak the interest of the bearded, somewhat lucid stallion.
Residue. The sticky, clinging memory of an encounter he’d had with Mazikeen suddenly came to mind - bringing a moment of clarity with it - and Yan raised a cotton-filled head toward the source of it. His companion, a hefty hen chicken covered in bold, red feathers, pecked once or twice at his forehead to keep him focused. At her behest the long-legged hybrid took off in a trot to meet the Hyaline leader.
Upon his arrival he exclaimed, “What’s this?! Mazikeen? Gale?” At the magnificent pair, and then (looking down) he saw Bolder - Nash’s boy. “And little brave Bolder too?”
Wasn’t this a surprise!
He sensed nothing of the tension that might’ve been obvious to anyone else happening on the scene, had little to no inclination of what was actually happening or had been occurring beyond the boundaries of his magical forest. If anything, his appearance could forestall the moment to come - but Yanhua didn’t decipher true intentions anymore. He wandered the woods and muttered to himself most days.
But then, suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.
“Wait a minute…” The horned chestnut acted serious. The hen atop his his (nested comfortably between his two large, backwards-curving horns) clucked low and long: trrrrk trrrk
“Is it my birthday?” Yan’s expression brightened, sure he’d figured out what was going on. “Are you all planning a surprise party?!!”
OOC: I’m not sure if this qualifies as a block but it’s certainly “something”.