02-11-2018, 02:56 PM
Amanita, she says, a name that he finds pleasant. He wonders if it means anything; sometimes names give a hint as to the character of their owner, but sometimes they are only a combination of letters that their parents had strung together. The latter was the case with Merrick, after all, he and Tyrinn both.
He’s about to say something else - what, he is no longer sure - when she steps closer. The blue stallion might have been concerned, were she not clearly looking at his feathers. Merrick is rather proud of them, and to have them admired is always pleasant. Tyron has teased him that he is no different than a peacock, adorning himself to gather the attention of the ladies.
He wasn’t wrong, of course, but Merrick also enjoys the reminders of the lands he has visited that come back to him when he catches a glimpse of color in his hair.
Amanita asks if the long green feather is from a horse or a bird, and Merrick smiles, clearly amused.
”A bird. I’ve never taken a feather from another horse before. They do seem to come in more colors these days though; perhaps I should.”
He’s about to say something else - what, he is no longer sure - when she steps closer. The blue stallion might have been concerned, were she not clearly looking at his feathers. Merrick is rather proud of them, and to have them admired is always pleasant. Tyron has teased him that he is no different than a peacock, adorning himself to gather the attention of the ladies.
He wasn’t wrong, of course, but Merrick also enjoys the reminders of the lands he has visited that come back to him when he catches a glimpse of color in his hair.
Amanita asks if the long green feather is from a horse or a bird, and Merrick smiles, clearly amused.
”A bird. I’ve never taken a feather from another horse before. They do seem to come in more colors these days though; perhaps I should.”