Ravin
05-03-2025, 10:42 AM
He grins, nodding his golden head as she speaks of her mother. Cascadia’s protectiveness of her daughter had been obvious from the day that the pair of them had arrived in the Gates. The golden colt would have chafed under the limitations placed on Wynters, and he is glad that she’s been granted more freedom as she ages. There is never any harm in having another companion to keep an eye and ear out, and he does enjoy Wynter’s company.
“Cool,” he replies, nodding at her choice. “I’ve never been, but I hear you can sometimes see some ghosts.” His tone is excited, but he wonders what Luvi will think. She’s no fan of ghosts and spirits, but perhaps she’ll be more inclined to not protest if it’s what Wynters had chosen. Yes, he decides, he’ll just make sure she knows that Wynters chose the Beach, and then she’ll come along.
Slightly distracted by his thoughts, he’s half-listening to Wynters’ offer to race. Only her sudden speed focuses him, and he laughs easily, thrilled by the prospect.
She has the advantage of a head start, so the palomino colt breaks into an immediate gallop, bolstered by a flap of his colorful wings. His wings remained outstretched, as he has found that running is far less cumbersome when they are spread out rather than folded against his sides. When she falls and rolls into his path, he leaps upward, flapping his wings hard, and manages to avoid hitting her with his hooves while she rolls by tucking his legs against himself.
The adrenaline is racing through him as his hooves hit the dirt again and he turns toward Wynters. Ravin grins broadly, feeling that was the closest to flight he’s gotten yet, and thrilled by his own agility. “You probably would fall down the Mountain.” Ravin teases. “The Beach is a good choice for your first adventure. It’s probably nice and flat.”
“The Beach?” Luvi repeats, having heard the sound of racing hooves and come from the waterfall. Her mane and tail are still somewhat damp, and her blue-grey eyes are bright as she looks from her brother to her friend.
ooc: many apologies for the long wait!
“Cool,” he replies, nodding at her choice. “I’ve never been, but I hear you can sometimes see some ghosts.” His tone is excited, but he wonders what Luvi will think. She’s no fan of ghosts and spirits, but perhaps she’ll be more inclined to not protest if it’s what Wynters had chosen. Yes, he decides, he’ll just make sure she knows that Wynters chose the Beach, and then she’ll come along.
Slightly distracted by his thoughts, he’s half-listening to Wynters’ offer to race. Only her sudden speed focuses him, and he laughs easily, thrilled by the prospect.
She has the advantage of a head start, so the palomino colt breaks into an immediate gallop, bolstered by a flap of his colorful wings. His wings remained outstretched, as he has found that running is far less cumbersome when they are spread out rather than folded against his sides. When she falls and rolls into his path, he leaps upward, flapping his wings hard, and manages to avoid hitting her with his hooves while she rolls by tucking his legs against himself.
The adrenaline is racing through him as his hooves hit the dirt again and he turns toward Wynters. Ravin grins broadly, feeling that was the closest to flight he’s gotten yet, and thrilled by his own agility. “You probably would fall down the Mountain.” Ravin teases. “The Beach is a good choice for your first adventure. It’s probably nice and flat.”
“The Beach?” Luvi repeats, having heard the sound of racing hooves and come from the waterfall. Her mane and tail are still somewhat damp, and her blue-grey eyes are bright as she looks from her brother to her friend.
ooc: many apologies for the long wait!