12-27-2016, 02:16 AM
as the winds blow, so will I know...
It had begun to wear on him, remaining in one place all the time. He loves Nerine, and is happy to set down his roots there as he'd never done before. But Simeon is ever the wanderer. It was in his blood, stemming from deep within his soul, urging him to move and explore. To go and follow the wind to sights he hasn't seen. He'd been there for months now, on the coast. It was a wonderful place, and he truly can't imagine living anywhere else. But the aches in his muscles cried for release, a growing and building desire. He'd been able to stave it off by patrolling the land, making a routine of running the borders, exploring the forest, climbing the cliffs, even racing the shoreline. A few times, he'd caught the attention of a couple local dolphins, and they'd joined him in his beach runs. It was hard to tell who won those races, but he bet their sleek agile bodies had the upper hand on him. Or fin.
Still, he thought it would be good for him to take a trip out beyond the borders, take a brief break from his routine of patrolling. And so he'd traveled to the Meadow, one of the last remaining places familiar to anyone from before the Reckoning. And one of his favorites. He had spent many days here, releasing energy in the mornings before it got busy, finding a nice shade tree to think beside, meeting new faces. The latter of those is what he hopes for on this warm sunny day. A gentle breeze sweeps the area, keeping the heat of the sun from settling in to uncomfortable levels, and toys with his frosted black mane as he walks.
It doesn't take the bay roan stallion long to notice her, the lovely golden mare with platinum tresses, as she wanders somewhat aimlessly with her head low. Tilting his broad head slightly, he draws to a halt as mismatched eyes follow her movements as she runs her face right into a pricklebush. Ouch! Of course she recoils and his heart goes right out to her. His immediate thought is that she had gotten into some bad weeds, the ones that make your tummy churn, but as he watches her head toward him with eyes staring blankly (though not without expression, as he notes her worried brows and lines of strain in her muzzle) he puts the pieces together. She can't see anything.
Sim has already decided to approach her, except for the fact that she indirectly is closing the gap between them on her own. He does take a few steps forward to meet her, extending his muzzle with a soft whicker so as not to startle her. "Scusami, signora? Are you alright? Can I help you?" She seems as though she's looking for something, though whom or what he doesn't know. But she doesn't answer him, her ears flopping atop her head and as she nears closer he can hear theseadorable strange little grunting sounds coming from the back of her throat now and again. Her wide, cloudy eyes seek unseeing and he realizes she follows only her nose and by touch. The sunshine girl can't see or hear. Man, he'd met horses with one or the other, but never one with both.
He is watching her, noting the many nicks and cuts and scrapes on her otherwise pretty face. Her forelock covers her forehead and right eye, and his eyes follow the stripe of white down her nose to the oozing scrape fresh on her muzzle from that evil bush. In his study of her, she must have picked up her pace and sort of beelined toward him. He tries to move, but it is too late and they softly collide, that sweet face meeting the fleshy muscular part of his neck. She sort of wuffled and he catches the sigh of defeat dragging her shoulders down when she rebounds off him. Simeon's heart swells for her, and he thinks quickly of a way to catch her attention without frightening her off.
He wonders, remembering an encounter with a deaf boy he'd met long ago, who'd been able to feel the vibrations of his voice if he spoke in a certain frequency, having a baritone and masculine voice. It had worked well for him, maybe it would for her too. He nickered, deep and louder this time, much the same way he had with the boy. Extending his muzzle to her again, he blows a soft warm breath on her side (near the shoulder). "Hey there, miele. I'm right here. Can you feel me?" He draws back in case she frights, but keeps his head out and lowered so she could reach out and touch him if she chose to. He continued to make the deep whickering sounds, uncaring how silly he might look to anyone passing by. If she couldn't pick up on the vibrations of that sound, at least she should be able to feel his short bursts of breaths with every one he makes. Feel me, sweet one, I'm right here. Hm, he'd have to figure out what to call her.
Still, he thought it would be good for him to take a trip out beyond the borders, take a brief break from his routine of patrolling. And so he'd traveled to the Meadow, one of the last remaining places familiar to anyone from before the Reckoning. And one of his favorites. He had spent many days here, releasing energy in the mornings before it got busy, finding a nice shade tree to think beside, meeting new faces. The latter of those is what he hopes for on this warm sunny day. A gentle breeze sweeps the area, keeping the heat of the sun from settling in to uncomfortable levels, and toys with his frosted black mane as he walks.
It doesn't take the bay roan stallion long to notice her, the lovely golden mare with platinum tresses, as she wanders somewhat aimlessly with her head low. Tilting his broad head slightly, he draws to a halt as mismatched eyes follow her movements as she runs her face right into a pricklebush. Ouch! Of course she recoils and his heart goes right out to her. His immediate thought is that she had gotten into some bad weeds, the ones that make your tummy churn, but as he watches her head toward him with eyes staring blankly (though not without expression, as he notes her worried brows and lines of strain in her muzzle) he puts the pieces together. She can't see anything.
Sim has already decided to approach her, except for the fact that she indirectly is closing the gap between them on her own. He does take a few steps forward to meet her, extending his muzzle with a soft whicker so as not to startle her. "Scusami, signora? Are you alright? Can I help you?" She seems as though she's looking for something, though whom or what he doesn't know. But she doesn't answer him, her ears flopping atop her head and as she nears closer he can hear these
He is watching her, noting the many nicks and cuts and scrapes on her otherwise pretty face. Her forelock covers her forehead and right eye, and his eyes follow the stripe of white down her nose to the oozing scrape fresh on her muzzle from that evil bush. In his study of her, she must have picked up her pace and sort of beelined toward him. He tries to move, but it is too late and they softly collide, that sweet face meeting the fleshy muscular part of his neck. She sort of wuffled and he catches the sigh of defeat dragging her shoulders down when she rebounds off him. Simeon's heart swells for her, and he thinks quickly of a way to catch her attention without frightening her off.
He wonders, remembering an encounter with a deaf boy he'd met long ago, who'd been able to feel the vibrations of his voice if he spoke in a certain frequency, having a baritone and masculine voice. It had worked well for him, maybe it would for her too. He nickered, deep and louder this time, much the same way he had with the boy. Extending his muzzle to her again, he blows a soft warm breath on her side (near the shoulder). "Hey there, miele. I'm right here. Can you feel me?" He draws back in case she frights, but keeps his head out and lowered so she could reach out and touch him if she chose to. He continued to make the deep whickering sounds, uncaring how silly he might look to anyone passing by. If she couldn't pick up on the vibrations of that sound, at least she should be able to feel his short bursts of breaths with every one he makes. Feel me, sweet one, I'm right here. Hm, he'd have to figure out what to call her.
as the grasses grow, so will I go…
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow