05-29-2015, 04:51 PM
She did not use her wings, instead she walked beside him as they made their way to the Forest Frontiers. She had asked politely, maybe a little too quietly, if they could walk past Orange Country, and she had inhaled the sweet citrus aroma; even in winter, when the blanket of white took hold and the trees were bare, the land still bore the same sweet scent. It made a pang of regret sting within, but she pushed it aside and continued the trek with the painted stallion. When they got to the borders of the Forest, she smelt the strong pine, it tingled her nostrils and she gave a brutish snort. Pawing at the snowy ground with an ashen hoof she gave a shake of her blue head, black tendrils laying in waves of obsidian over her neck as she pulled to a halt and admired the view.
At first she said nothing. She just looked around, she felt the ground beneath her hooves, the glare of the winter sun above. It would be spring soon and she could picture the redwoods full of life. the emerald blades beneath her feet flowing in the gentle spring breeze. Nyryn was making up a fairytale in her head -- like she used to do when she was but a filly with no one to care. Now though, her fairytales had some substance, and she turned her two-toned gaze to look upon her new companion.
"I'd like to thank you for this." Nyryn nodded, slowly, then met his gaze with hers and a small, quiver of a smile graced her lips, but only for a second, as she turned away and walked a few paces, stretching her wings a little, feeling the cold breeze ruffle beneath them.
"For taking me in, for giving me a..." she could not say it yet, she dared not. She did not want to jinx a kindly thing, she did not want to terrify the poor painted man with whimsical words so soon, but she glanced at him behind her thick forelock and smiled a little. It was rare to see the blue roan smile, always a bittersweet occasion. Always sarcasm, always loneliness. Never once a real smile. But this was the start.
At first she said nothing. She just looked around, she felt the ground beneath her hooves, the glare of the winter sun above. It would be spring soon and she could picture the redwoods full of life. the emerald blades beneath her feet flowing in the gentle spring breeze. Nyryn was making up a fairytale in her head -- like she used to do when she was but a filly with no one to care. Now though, her fairytales had some substance, and she turned her two-toned gaze to look upon her new companion.
"I'd like to thank you for this." Nyryn nodded, slowly, then met his gaze with hers and a small, quiver of a smile graced her lips, but only for a second, as she turned away and walked a few paces, stretching her wings a little, feeling the cold breeze ruffle beneath them.
"For taking me in, for giving me a..." she could not say it yet, she dared not. She did not want to jinx a kindly thing, she did not want to terrify the poor painted man with whimsical words so soon, but she glanced at him behind her thick forelock and smiled a little. It was rare to see the blue roan smile, always a bittersweet occasion. Always sarcasm, always loneliness. Never once a real smile. But this was the start.
Nyryn