Ravin
03-02-2025, 07:51 AM
Ravin is grateful for the thicker winter coat he’s grown. Though the Gates does not get as bitterly cold as some of the places he’s been, the morning air has a bit of a nip to it, and his exhaled breaths come along with billowing steam.
He’s imagining he’s a dragon, exhaling long plumes of flame, when the sound of his name catches his attention. The palomino stops and turns his head, hearing Luvi’s name and recognizing Wynter’s voice. With a grin, he turns and canters toward the sound.
There is Wynters over the next hill, her familiar black and white pattern standing out against the light cover of snow and the brightly colored flowers that bloom through it.
”Hey!” He calls, stopping when he is beside the younger filly. ”Luvi’s gonna meet up with us later,” he says, ”She’s off staring at the moon with Ruhr right now, but she said she’s gonna meet us by the Waterfall.” The colt gestures with one feathered wing toward the distant entity.
@Wynters
He’s imagining he’s a dragon, exhaling long plumes of flame, when the sound of his name catches his attention. The palomino stops and turns his head, hearing Luvi’s name and recognizing Wynter’s voice. With a grin, he turns and canters toward the sound.
There is Wynters over the next hill, her familiar black and white pattern standing out against the light cover of snow and the brightly colored flowers that bloom through it.
”Hey!” He calls, stopping when he is beside the younger filly. ”Luvi’s gonna meet up with us later,” he says, ”She’s off staring at the moon with Ruhr right now, but she said she’s gonna meet us by the Waterfall.” The colt gestures with one feathered wing toward the distant entity.
@Wynters