12-10-2015, 02:58 PM
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He inhales as she exhales, and he can smell fresh air and wildflowers, homey scents that take him back to foalhood. He is reminded of his mother and his friends, his childhood friends, that he misses so dearly, and a pang of longing shoots through him, sharper than any pain. He wonders if they miss him as much as he misses them, and whether they are even still alive; he has been away from his family since he turned three and he soon started his own, but he still wishes to see his mother once more, to tell her he loves her. A strong stallion can still want to wish his mother goodbye, no matter how hardened the heart.
She replies with a nicker of her own, and while he can see the voice in her the noise is still a wonderful welcome. His muzzle extends in greeting and he whuffles at her, exchanging breath, once again scenting sunshine and wildflowers and the gentle tangs of homesickness in himself. Her voice is inquisitive but not unkind - it is the sound of a mare who is strongly rooted in herself, and he appreciates that. He cannot reply in kind but he simply bobs his head, forelock falling over his eyes, a gentle playfulness that enhances his expression. It is in fact a beautiful day, filled with the breezy warmth of summer, birds chirping and cicadas buzzing in the trees. It is a time of friendship and exploration, of budding love and gentle exchanges.
He hears hooves and turns his head to see this new arrival, and is prepared to fight him off if he comes to battle over the gentle mare, but is struck by his scent. His nostrils flare and he offers a soft neigh of surprise; this young stallion carries the soft, grassy scent of his mother, and memories flood back to him of her gentle voice and motherly caresses, of springs and summers and winters and falls by her side, learning from her and growing as a stallion and as a man, learning how to treat mares with kindness and respect. All of this is wrapped up in his scent, and he offers him welcome. He is filled with the awkwardness of a young stallion, green from inexperience, and he reminds him of his own young self, back before he had to grow and become a man.
He tosses his head, greeting him again, before turning his nose back to the mare. They both remind him of home, and he doesn't want to leave, craving the reminders of where he used to be before he forgets them again. He feels badly for not thinking of his home more often, but he figures now is as good a time as ever. His ears flicker as she speaks her name, and it fits her well. One who smells of the earth deserves an earthly name, and he smiles at her. Perhaps these two could be his friends, and perhaps they could become part of his herd?
OOC: Hi there! I think that it's so cool that he still has some family about - they could have a cool dynamic, especially around Vineine. I can't wait to see where this goes!