06-03-2015, 02:30 PM
He was feeling just as exasperated as she was.
He wondered how much longer he would be alone for. It had been a long time, surely - all his immortal life. It was only a recent idea of his to form a herd of friendship and solidarity, where loyalty is the driving factor and perhaps even later on, together, become some kind of force to reckon with but... The dream remained with the stars, distant and unreachable.
Someday.
For now he soars above the Field, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his face, sweeping through his mane and ruffling through his tawny feathers. He's enjoyed flying since before he can remember, through the skies with his mother in front of him. Although his wings were bog-standard, feathered bird wings (although whenever are wings standard?) but hers were those of an angel - translucent, glowing, golden affairs that lit up her pure white coat.
He could never live up to her standards, of course.
Caught in his memories, he almost doesn't notice the mare as she enters the Field, and by the time he has touched down nearby, there is already a stallion nearby. He does not let this put him off, however, even as he gets closer and realises that its Nier - a stallion he has met previously, in very much similar circumstances.
"Hello," he says, the Spanish accent softening his voice. "I'm Cezary." his dark brown eyes are warm and twinkling, and he glances to both of the horses to include them in his greeting.. "What is your name?" this, however, is said towards the mare.
He wondered how much longer he would be alone for. It had been a long time, surely - all his immortal life. It was only a recent idea of his to form a herd of friendship and solidarity, where loyalty is the driving factor and perhaps even later on, together, become some kind of force to reckon with but... The dream remained with the stars, distant and unreachable.
Someday.
For now he soars above the Field, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his face, sweeping through his mane and ruffling through his tawny feathers. He's enjoyed flying since before he can remember, through the skies with his mother in front of him. Although his wings were bog-standard, feathered bird wings (although whenever are wings standard?) but hers were those of an angel - translucent, glowing, golden affairs that lit up her pure white coat.
He could never live up to her standards, of course.
Caught in his memories, he almost doesn't notice the mare as she enters the Field, and by the time he has touched down nearby, there is already a stallion nearby. He does not let this put him off, however, even as he gets closer and realises that its Nier - a stallion he has met previously, in very much similar circumstances.
"Hello," he says, the Spanish accent softening his voice. "I'm Cezary." his dark brown eyes are warm and twinkling, and he glances to both of the horses to include them in his greeting.. "What is your name?" this, however, is said towards the mare.