03-14-2016, 11:14 AM
WEIR
Weir's russet head lowers in acknowledgement at her answer. She was free to choose no matter what the choice might be, he for one would not pick her path for her.
"As you wish," he says simply, standing across from the young mare in the middle of the Field. "Right this way," a pull of his head indicating the east and the mountains. "If we begin now, we just might make it before dark." He himself truly wished to be home before then, ever since his journey with Santa the dark had made him feel at ill ease. The dark was best kept at bay, was best experienced from inside the warmth and safety of his igloo.
Of course Weir is correct in his calculations (often he was), they arrive in the Dale just as the sun is beginning to set. He would have a good hour or so to show her around before he really must get inside, as rude as that might seem. "This is the Dale Zara," he is rather proud as he says so, his chest puffed and head held high. His home was his most favorite place to be, he truly loved this Kingdom and the subjects within it.
"Over that way is our great river, splendid place to watch Elusor macrurus - er- river turtles that is." At the mention of turtles a light shimmers as something fades into existence, a rather large something.
"Turtles! Oh bother turtles! Tortoises are much more interesting" A rather large Galapagos tortoise now stands next to Weir looking indignantly at the two of them discussing turtles. Weir turns his neck, looking at Darwin with amusement.
"Ah, Darwin. Didn't see you there." He says with a laugh, lipping the creatures rough green head.
"As you wish," he says simply, standing across from the young mare in the middle of the Field. "Right this way," a pull of his head indicating the east and the mountains. "If we begin now, we just might make it before dark." He himself truly wished to be home before then, ever since his journey with Santa the dark had made him feel at ill ease. The dark was best kept at bay, was best experienced from inside the warmth and safety of his igloo.
Of course Weir is correct in his calculations (often he was), they arrive in the Dale just as the sun is beginning to set. He would have a good hour or so to show her around before he really must get inside, as rude as that might seem. "This is the Dale Zara," he is rather proud as he says so, his chest puffed and head held high. His home was his most favorite place to be, he truly loved this Kingdom and the subjects within it.
"Over that way is our great river, splendid place to watch Elusor macrurus - er- river turtles that is." At the mention of turtles a light shimmers as something fades into existence, a rather large something.
"Turtles! Oh bother turtles! Tortoises are much more interesting" A rather large Galapagos tortoise now stands next to Weir looking indignantly at the two of them discussing turtles. Weir turns his neck, looking at Darwin with amusement.
"Ah, Darwin. Didn't see you there." He says with a laugh, lipping the creatures rough green head.
WINTER IS COMING