11-09-2017, 11:15 PM
Bragi stretched out his legs, having left his brother and their new companion to doze together in the softly falling snow. He was in want of some peace and quiet, and a little escape from the constant chatter of young creatures. He loved his brother dearly, but he'd had no idea what bringing a female into his world would do. He shook his head in mild amusement. It was good for Hod, he knew. But he felt a bit... left out.
He made his way through the frosted trees, bows heavy with moonlit ice and snow. It was magical, in a very cold way. Walking on in an almost trance state. Wistful. He paused at a particularly deep drift, picking his way through with care. On the other side he stopped, admiring the abstract whorls his breath drew in the air. Just for a moment though, as through the misty spires he spied the form of another horse through the trees. She stood on her own, in an open meadow.
Bragi's attention was captivated. He was memorized by the gentle play of silver light that burnished her auburn form, how the quiet flakes of snow were starting to dapple her curving flanks. She was, in a word, lovely. He waited just a moment longer, committing the moment to memory.
"Blood on snow, my lady love. Her gifts were given from above..." He murmured to himself as he stepped into view. Louder, he called out "Greetings, lady. It's a cold night to be alone. Would company be welcome?" He asked with a dip of his golden head, angling himself so that the moonlight would glaze his buckskin coat becomingly.
He made his way through the frosted trees, bows heavy with moonlit ice and snow. It was magical, in a very cold way. Walking on in an almost trance state. Wistful. He paused at a particularly deep drift, picking his way through with care. On the other side he stopped, admiring the abstract whorls his breath drew in the air. Just for a moment though, as through the misty spires he spied the form of another horse through the trees. She stood on her own, in an open meadow.
Bragi's attention was captivated. He was memorized by the gentle play of silver light that burnished her auburn form, how the quiet flakes of snow were starting to dapple her curving flanks. She was, in a word, lovely. He waited just a moment longer, committing the moment to memory.
"Blood on snow, my lady love. Her gifts were given from above..." He murmured to himself as he stepped into view. Louder, he called out "Greetings, lady. It's a cold night to be alone. Would company be welcome?" He asked with a dip of his golden head, angling himself so that the moonlight would glaze his buckskin coat becomingly.