Waiting. That’s how everyone in this world spent their time, in-between doing the important things. Waiting or traveling, or standing out in the Field like Cheri was with a small band of shifter-mixes. Two of the group were mimics: they had fangs and odd-looking coats, one sported a hairless rope-like tail. The third was a true shifter, and she spoke with a warm, foreign purr. Together, the four mares were discussing suitable locations - the kind that could cater to their… hungers.
That was when Cheri caught a glimpse of him.
She noticed his color first; who wouldn’t, covered in all that green? And she immediately liked it. One look at her and anyone could see how the fair-haired pegasus might relate. But it wasn’t so much the color as it was the rest of him, too, when she finally got a better look. Around his head were shimmering plumes of light, angled and bent though their form was free-flowing. Magic horns, interesting ones at that.
He looked nearly finished with a thought, glaring out like that at the early morning sun. Slightly lanky, too. Or maybe his flesh was a little loose around the bones. From her vantage point, Cheri wasn't sure. The pegasus politely excused herself from the group of hybrids and turned to make her way across the field so she could find out.
The weather of late hadn’t been the best for grazing, but winter in Beqanna had felt mild this year. Some sprouts managed to push their way up through the frozen soil, stubbornly early for spring. All the way Cheri could hear the damp squelch of her hooves treading cold mud, so that by the time she was close enough to ask him, “Are you looking for a particular someone?” The pink and white color of her legs was soiled brown.
A chill in the air hung visibly to her skin, dampened her vibrant green hair, and beaded itself along the outer feathers of her tightly folded wings. In case he questioned her intentions, she smiled - a quick, pretty flicker of emotion that told him everything he needed to know about her: Cheri was being polite… and also curious. So far this morning he’d been the most interesting loner to pass through, and he had a look about him. Something haunting, maybe. Something worth exploring.
That was when Cheri caught a glimpse of him.
She noticed his color first; who wouldn’t, covered in all that green? And she immediately liked it. One look at her and anyone could see how the fair-haired pegasus might relate. But it wasn’t so much the color as it was the rest of him, too, when she finally got a better look. Around his head were shimmering plumes of light, angled and bent though their form was free-flowing. Magic horns, interesting ones at that.
He looked nearly finished with a thought, glaring out like that at the early morning sun. Slightly lanky, too. Or maybe his flesh was a little loose around the bones. From her vantage point, Cheri wasn't sure. The pegasus politely excused herself from the group of hybrids and turned to make her way across the field so she could find out.
The weather of late hadn’t been the best for grazing, but winter in Beqanna had felt mild this year. Some sprouts managed to push their way up through the frozen soil, stubbornly early for spring. All the way Cheri could hear the damp squelch of her hooves treading cold mud, so that by the time she was close enough to ask him, “Are you looking for a particular someone?” The pink and white color of her legs was soiled brown.
A chill in the air hung visibly to her skin, dampened her vibrant green hair, and beaded itself along the outer feathers of her tightly folded wings. In case he questioned her intentions, she smiled - a quick, pretty flicker of emotion that told him everything he needed to know about her: Cheri was being polite… and also curious. So far this morning he’d been the most interesting loner to pass through, and he had a look about him. Something haunting, maybe. Something worth exploring.
@gaspard